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Monday, September 26, 2011

The COP Carries

One of our paintballers in Michigan is a COP for one of the local towns. Sitting around the campfire, I asked what he carries. A Sig 226 and an alloy S&W 357 on his ankle. He also has a Sig 223 with a folding stock. I don't remember the model.

I asked about over penetration with the 223, and he responded with something about the type of ammo used. He didn't seem to want to talk about it so I dropped the subject.

I'd bet that full power rounds out of that small revolver would be rather painful. That's certainly true for the 44 bulldog I have.

On My Way to Hell

The Boss asked me to stop at the realtor and sign some papers for an upcoming possible offer on another house. We've been looking to downsize. We want a smaller and easier to maintain place. While I was gone we bought a house, to my surprise.

She said she prayed about it, and that is where God wants us to be.

Several years ago, while I was gone playing paintball, she bought a Siberian Husky. Somehow, the 2 surprises just don't compare.

Survived Another Trip

To Hell . . . . Hell Survivors Paintball. Last weekend was the annual trip to Michigan to see how many people we can shoot. And yes the 1 year old man made hip served me well. Just had the typical sore muscles that old geezers like me are bound to have.

This year there were 10 of us, with all but 2 hovering around the 40 year old mark. I happen to be 60, and the youngest was 16. Staying well hydrated and a little bourbon before bed helps alleviate the soreness. Actually a few of us got stupid drunk both nights. I think there were 5 empty whiskey bottles in the trash when we left.

Saturday night after giving the young lady, Taco Bell, my order she asked if I was going to be there the next day. She said that she would bring some hair dye for my bead, that would turn it all pink. I had some red paint in my gray beard that looked pink. I actually thought about it.

There was a good time around the campfire, and we simply kicked ass on the paintball field. Great time for all.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Trail Boss

About 2 weeks ago I bought some powder called Trail Boss, to try in 44 special cartridges. It's a propellant with very low density designed specifically for the cowboy action crowd using 45 colts.

I have a Charter Arms 44 special. That little revolver is very light weight. Full house 44 special loads just simply hurts the hand to shoot, so light loads are what I want. By that I mean 240 grain bullets at about 650-700 feet per second.

The trouble is, I finally got some experimental loads built, but there hasn't been the time to try them. And I thought that I'd have spare time at this time in my life. Yeah. Right.

The Cat House . . . Maybe

So far in our search for a smaller place we've found the Tree House, the Septic House, the Cave House and now the Cat House. All of these would have satisfied our criteria, except for certain issues.

Tree House - A tree fell on the roof.
Septic House - The leeching field is on another property.
Cave House - The basement wall is caving in.
Cat House - Extremely strong odor of cat pee.

We passed on the first 3, but tomorrow night we're going to make an offer on the Cat House contingent on what a specialist tells us about eliminating the cat urine problem. The specialist is a company that specializes in things like eliminating mold, cleaning up bloody crime scenes, and eliminating animal odors.

500 No, 5 Maybe

Fiat has sure been pushing their tiny little care, the Fiat 500, lately on the TV. While I find JLo easy on the eyes, I've seen all I want of that car. Fiat must have delusions of grandeur to saddle it with the 500 moniker. The numeral 5 seems more appropriate.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Getting Ready For Hell

One week from tonight I'll once again be in Hell (Michigan) for our annual weekend of paintball at Hell Survivors. Last year there were only 4 of us, and I couldn't play. I spent the time hobbling around with a cane, just barely able to walk. I was taking Vicodin 2-3 times a day for hip pain.

A few days after that trip I was in the hospital getting a total hip replacement. The pain is gone, but the muscle tissue isn't quite all the way back. Good enough though to go shoot people. This year I expect 10-12 of us to make the trip.

As weapons I'll be bringing a Proto SLG and Promaster, both stock black in color. My plan is for the grandson to use the SLG and I'll go with the Promaster, . . . unless the new one happens to get here in time. The new one is a Dangerous Power G4. Mine will be brown with black trim.