Wednesday, December 31, 2008

New Years Traditions at the Farm

Growing up on the farm, we had a few traditions---mostly imported. New Years was a family holiday. Kith 'n kin visited on Thanksgiving and Christmas. New Years, however, was just Mom, Dad, me and later Grandma.

The farm was located in the middle of coal country in southern Illinois. The population was mostly Scots/Irish/English who brought mining skills learned in the coal mines of England and Wales. During the Union/Mine Owner wars of the early 20th century, many East Europeans were brought in as strike breakers. After the strikes were resolved, the East Europeans---Poles, Hungarians and various Russians, became good Union members and added their traditions to those of their predecessors. However, the new traditions were more aimed at religious holidays than of New Years.

One tradition that became almost universal was the tradition of the gift of coal. The tradition was that the home would have good luck if the first person to cross the threshold in the new year was a dark Englishman, Welshman, Scot, Irish (add other nationality here) wishing everyone within Happy New Year and bringing a gift of a bucket of coal to warm the hearth. My Dad fit that job description and since I was the next oldest (only) male in the house, I assisted with the tradition.

Come New Years, around 11PM, earlier in some locales, the men of the house would leave with a bucket of coal, their shotgun, and, for those who imbibed, a bottle or mason jar of holiday cheer. In town, they would usually head for the closest bar or other gathering place and wait for the mine whistle indicating midnight.

At the farm, we had three close neighbors; John Davis, our neighbor just across the road from the farm, Sy Malone, a friend of Dad's who had a small farm a quarter-mile to our west, and Ken Shoemaker who lived a couple of hundred yards to the east. All were coal miners or had been. Ken Shoemaker was also a bus driver for the High School. John's place was the most central of us and he had a heated barn for his heifers. That was our gathering place.

Ken and Sy usually arrived early bringing some 'shine that Sy made in the woods in back of his house. John would join next. By the time Dad and I arrived, they were sitting around a kerosene heater and usually well lubricated. The men talked and drank. Dad sipped tea from a thermos he had brought. I listened. I heard quite a bit of gossip, bragging and stories waiting in that barn.

Remembering those times, I'm amazed that with all the drinking that occurred, there was never a firearm accident. I think folks were more used to guns in those times. Many were WW2 veterans such as Ken and Sy Malone. John Davis added to his mine income as a trapper and occasional commercial meat hunter. Dad was a long-time hunter as well. Experienced folks acquire gun-handling habits that just aren't broken even when one has consumed large amounts of alcohol.

In coal country, the time standard was the mine whistle. The whistle blew at shift change each day, at noon, and on New Years Eve, at midnight. The closest mine to the farm was about five miles away; Orient #2 on the north edge of West Frankfort. Dad, John and Sy worked there. Ken worked occasionally at Orient #3.

When midnight neared, everyone loaded their shotguns---usually with #6 or #7 1/2 shot, and went outside to listen for the whistle. At the stroke of midnight, delayed only by distance, we heard the mine whistles; Orient #2 to the south, followed by Old Ben #9 to the south-east. Another whistle arrived from the west, followed slightly late by Orient #3 from the north. The men raised their shotguns and in turn fired three times into the air. Nine shots in all. As the sound of their shots faded away, I could hear the patter of falling shot and the echoes of other shotguns rolling in from surrounding points. In the far distance, I could hear the Sheriff let loose with his Thompson sub-machine gun that he had confiscated from Charlie Birger just before Charlie was tried for murder and later hung---the last public hanging in Illinois.

As the gunfire died away, each man picked up his bucket of coal, his shotgun and began the trek home to be the first dark-headed man to cross the home's threshold. In lieu of hair, John Davis wore a dark hat.

It was a short walk for Dan and me, just across the road and up the drive. Dad walked up to our front door and knocked. Mom would answer and Dad would exclaim, "Happy New Year!" and we'd go inside to the warmth. Mom would have coffee or more tea for Dad, a glass of milk for me and either cake, sweet rolls or home-made doughnuts depending on what she and Grandma had made that day.

New Years was a family celebration, but New Years Eve was a male celebration, in the cold or in a warm barn. A gathering of men, boys, talk, drink and memories. A communal celebration of the coming year.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Serenity Returns

For those of you who like the movie "Serenity" from the TV-series, "Firefly", it will be shown this coming Saturday, January 3rd, 2009 at 8PM Central on the SciFi Channel.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

To Reload or not to Reload


Back some years ago when I was shooting a lot of IDPA and bowling pin matches, I reloaded most of my .45 and .40 brass. I shot a Kimber Stainless Custom in .45ACP and a Colt Mk IV in .40S&W. I reloaded both on a Lee Progressive press. It worked quite well.

I usually reloaded around 1000 or more rounds of each caliber per month. After a few years of use, the Lee indexing mechanism broke. I could have gotten it fixed, but I didn't. I had built up quite an inventory of reloaded rounds of both caliber.

About the time the Lee press broke, the pin-shooting and IDPA groups broke up. My shooting volume dropped from a couple of thousand rounds each month to just a couple of hundred. In fact, until CCW was passed in Missouri, my shooting declined almost to zero.

Now a few years have passed. While my shooting declined, it didn't reach zero. I got interested in benchrest, highpower and varmint shooting. I added an AR, a Garand and a Rem700 in .223 to my collection and started reloading rifle cartridges on a single-stage RCBS press.

While my rifle collection has grown, so has my handgun collection. In 2004, CCW became legal in Missouri. My two existing pistols were large and I needed some new. I bought a Para LDA CCO (.45ACP) for carry. Practice ammo was not a problem. I had several thousand rounds of reloads remaining from my match days.

Last year, I added two revolvers to my carry rotation. A S&W M13, .38Spl/.357Mag, and a S&W M442 snubbie also in .38Spl. I had to buy some .38 practice ammo. Now bear in mind, that for several years, I'd been using my stock of reloads. My ammo costs had been limited to .45ACP carry ammo.

Shock! Thirty-eight practice ammo was expensive! In the intervening years, ammo prices had gone up! To make matters worse, I bought a 9mm pistol last month. Now, I have three calibers that I will be carrying. That means three calibers of practice ammo will be needed.

I still have quite a bit of .45 practice ammo. So far, 9mm value packs at Wally World is relatively cheap---$20 per 100 rounds. The price of value packs for .38 and .45 is half again that of the 9mm.

I picked up a Dillon RL550b, NIB. I have Lee dies for .45ACP and .40S&W. I need to buy dies and shell plates for .38/.357 and/or 9mm, but I can only afford one set. On one hand, the price of practice .38s is higher and that is a driver for choosing the .38/.357 dies. On the other hand, I expect I'll carry the 9mm more often and the need to practice more with what you carry is a driver to choose 9mm dies.

What to do? What to do?

Where's my silver dollar? Perhaps it's coin-flipping time? Suggestions anyone?

Friday, December 26, 2008

Santa Claus was good!

Santa was very good to me. I got two $50 gift cards from Cabelas and two coupons worth an additional $30 off. My wife and I will be leaving for Wally World later to check out a new treadmill and then off to the Bullet Hole (an indoor range in Overland Park, KS) for some targets and then to Cabelas.

I haven't anything special on the wish-list. We'll just see what is available. If nothing else, I can always use some more ammo. The gun club's indoor range is open 24x7 and the temps are warming up. I could use some more practice with the 442 and M&P.

Speaking of the S&W M&P Compact, my IWB holster from Dave Workman at D and D Gunleather arrived Christmas Eve. It's black with a black pistol. I'll try to make some pics and post them.

I like Dave's IWB holsters. They are handmade, have nice thick leather with a leather shield betwixt the pistol and your body. His turn around is very quick, two weeks in this case. Dave has a limited selection of holsters, but I can highly recommend them.

I have three on hand for my Para CCO, S&W M13 (shown above) and now the new S&W M&P.

Hope you all have as good a Christmas.

Monday, December 22, 2008

On vacation.

I'm officially on vacation. Blogging may be light until after New Years.

Y'all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years.

Crucis

Celebrate Christmas.


The Iraqi government has done something that American federal, state and local governments are forbidden to do. Celebrate Christmas!
The event takes place in a public park in eastern Baghdad, ringed with security checkpoints. Interior Ministry forces deployed on surrounding rooftops peer down at the scene: a Christmas tree decorated with ornaments and tinsel; a red-costumed Santa Claus waving to the crowd, an Iraqi flag draped over his shoulders; a red-and-black-uniformed military band playing stirring martial music.
In an act unseen among other Muslim nations, the Iraqi Ministry of the Interior launched a large hot-air balloon with a picture of Jesus Christ on it with the Iraqi flag flying below it. The story was covered on Hot Air including a video of the balloon.

Any similar act by an American governmental entity would have been greeted by a lawsuit by the ACLU (aka the Anti-Christian Lawyer's Union) or other liberal anti-Christian group. We have brought more freedom into Iraq than we can express in our own country.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Short Sunday Blog

We had our annual Christmas dinner at church today. My wife took her home-made giblet gravy. As an aside, anyone realize how hard it is to buy just giblets? We're having ham for Christmas and she didn't want to buy a turkey just for the giblets. So she bought a whole baking chicken that said giblets include. Wrong! She finally scrounged some.

It was four degrees when we left for church and ten when we got home. The dungeon is cold. After the obligatory Sunday afternoon nap, I came downstairs to do some surfin' and blog readin'. Even with the space heater on max and only two feet away, it's still cold. I'm finishing this and going upstairs, grab a cat, and get warm. (Who needs dogs when you have a couple a cats nearby?)

I have a early circuit turn-up tomorrow, four trunk groups, 33 DS1s. It will be a long day. I'm taking the rest of the year off when I finish.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Duck Season

I saw this cartoon on Brigid's blog and I had to steal barrow it. My brother-in-law Dick Harriss was an avid hunter. When the weather turned cold and duck season arrived, Dick would arrive early on Saturday, gather up Dad or me or whomever was available and off we'd go hunting. Grandma even went once and bagged a couple of Mallards.

The usual spot for ducks was along the Big Muddy River that flowed not far from the farm. The river was thickly forested on both sides from the highway between Benton and Christopher down to near Zeigler in Franklin County, Illinois. There was a lot of game in the river bottom lands as well as swamps, sloughs, side creeks and thick brush.

Mallards and Pintails would often land on the river. Our hunting tactic was to walk along the river moving upwind, downriver in this case, watching for ducks. When we reached a bend, we'd split up. Some would go forward, cutting across the bend of the river. The remainder would move forward. If ther were ducks taking shelter in the bend from the wind, the ones who stayed behind would scare them into flight. If they flew upwind, we'd get a shot at them. If they flew downwind, the others who had moved ahead, would get a shot.

On this expedition, Dick and I were alone. Dick carried his J. C. Higgins 16ga bolt-action. I had my Dad's 12ga. Remington Model 11. (See prior posts.) We had been hunting for about an hour. The weather overnight had dropped into the low 20's and had been at that temperature for a couple of days. The ground was mostly frozen and crunched as we walked.

So far that day, the ducks heard us coming before we could get close and would fly away before we could get a shot. Fortunately for us, the wind was picking up so the ducks would only fly to the next bend in the river. We had been chasing a batch (whatever you would call a group of a half dozen ducks) for most of the morning. The temperature had been rising all morning and by noon was near forty. The ground previously hard as cement, was now becoming soft.

Dick and I had reached another bend. It was Dick's turn to move forward cutting across the bend to get down-river from the ducks. It was a big bend, so I waited about ten minutes before walking forward. I'd gotten within 25yds of the ducks when they took off. I fired at the lead Mallard and missed. They took off downriver so I waited for Dick to fire.

Nothing heard.

I waited a bit longer but Dick didn't fire. So, I continued forward walking along the river. It didn't take long to reach the spot when Dick should have been, but he wasn't there. I hollered, but it was into the wind and didn't carry very far. Dick was missing.

I backtracked to the spot where Dick had moved forward and followed his tracks. It wasn't long before I could hear Dick talking---he was not happy. The area at the neck of the river bend was low and during warm weather would have been marshy. When the temperature had risen, the ground began to thaw. Dick had broken through the frozen surface and was stuck, waist-deep in mud. He couldn't get out. It was like being stuck in quicksand.

I was lighter than Dick and I could approach him without breaking through. He gave me his shotgun and I took it back to solid ground. I always carried a small hatchet with me in the woods along with some other stuff.

I didn't have any rope. I used the hatchet to cut a small twenty-foot sapling. Dick grabbed one end and I the other. After some time, Dick got out of the mud, less his boots, socks and pants. It took a little longer to extricate his pants and boots. We never found the socks.

Dick washed his pants in the river to get the mud off while I used the sapling to start a fire. The fire kept Dick warm and dried his pants and boots. We finally got back to the farm around dusk. My Sister Mary Ellen had arrived with their two kids and they all stayed over for the night.

Duck season lasted another week. The following Saturday, Dick showed up again for another duck hunt. Like I said, Dick was an avid hunter. A little mud, cold and embarrassment didn't stop him from hunting.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

A gathering of the Clan for the Holidays

When my Grandmother lived with us on the farm, Thanksgiving and Christmas was always a big deal. Many of our relatives lived at both ends of the state.

My Aunt Anna May and a bunch of cousins lived near Cairo (rhymes with Aero. Kayro is a syrup. The other is a city in Egypt.), Illinois. Mom's other two siblings, Aunt Clara and Uncle Bill, lived near Chicago along with their batch of kids and cousins. We lived betwixt them with a local batch of cousins and therefore often hosted the gathering of the Clan at the holidays.


In the late 1950s, most of the cakes and pies were hand-made including pie crust. Betty Crocker was expensive and not to be trusted according to Mom and Grandma. A week or so before the guests arrived, Mom and Grandma started making pie dough. They would make it in small batches, enough for a couple of pies and then store it on the porch. The porch was unheated and was used as a large refrigerator during the colder months.

Mom and Grandma had collected pie fillings most of the year. When cherries were in season, they canned cherries. When blackberries and raspberries were in season, they canned the berries---along with making a large batch of berry jelly and jam. When apples were in season, they canned and dried apples. When the holidays arrived, they were ready.

About the only things they didn't can was pumpkins. Mom and Grandma purposely planted late to harvest late. I don't remember a year that we didn't have pumpkins or sweet-potatoes for pie filling.


The count-down started with the pie dough. When the dough was ready, Mom began baking pies. When a pie was finished, it'd go out to the porch covered with a cloth. The division of labor was that Mom would make pies, Grandma would make cakes.

Grandma liked sheet cakes. I rarely saw a round, frosted cake unless it was someone's birthday. Grandma's cakes were 12" by 24". Icing was usually Cream Cheese or Chocolate. Sometimes, when Grandma make a German Chocolate cake, she'd make a brown-sugar/coconut/hickory nut icing. The baking was done right up until it was time stick the turkeys, hams or geese in the oven.

The last item Grandma would make was a apple-cinnamon coffee-cake that was an inherited recipe from her mother. It was common-place that when everyone arrived, we'd have a dozen pies and another dozen cakes ready. That was our contribution. The guests brought stuff as well.


The holiday gathering wasn't just a single day, it was several. Thanksgiving, for instance, lasted through Sunday. A Christmas gathering lasted through New Years. We weren't the only relatives in the central part of the state, but we were the gathering place. Come bedtime, the visitors left with some of the local cousins and would gather again the next day at another home and the visiting continued.

It was not unusual for us to have twenty or thirty folks at the house at one time. Our barn was heated for the livestock, so the men and boys---and some girls, gathered there. Dad would turn a blind eye to the cigarettes, cigars and bottles---as long as no one started a fire. Grandma's jugs of Applejack appeared as well.

The women would gather in one of our side bedrooms where Grandma's quilt frame was set up. They would sit, talk, quilt and plan future family affairs. A number of weddings were planned in those sessions. Sometimes before the bridegroom was aware of his upcoming fate.

Come Christmas Eve, the women, along with a number of kids, put up the tree and decorations. At 11PM, those who wished went off to midnight services. There were a number of preachers in the Clan and those who didn't want to drive to a service and were also still awake attended a Clan service in the barn. That was the only building able to house everyone at the same time.

On Christmas, the Clan dispersed to their more immediate relatives. Mom, Dad, Grandma, my Aunts and Uncles, my sister Mary Ellen, her husband Dick and their two kids arrived. Sometimes my Aunt Emily and Cousins Richard and Dorothy (Dad's niece) from Dad's side would come down from Mt. Vernon, IL for Christmas.

More often than not, Dad, Dick, my Uncles and I would go goose or duck hunting early on Christmas morning. The Muddy River was only a few miles away and if we arrived right at dawn, we were likely some Canadian Geese or Mallards sitting out of the wind on the river. We rarely spent more than three hours hunting before we'd return home, wet, cold and tired ready for breakfast.

We would have a large breakfast around 9AM and afterwards while Mom and Grandma started on dinner, we'd open presents next to the tree. I remember once that Mom hide a pair of snow tires for Dad's pickup behind the couch. I really have a hard time believing Dad wasn't aware of them.

Over the years, the Clan has dispersed. Most moving to locations where jobs were available. The elders have passed on and with them the traditions. Cousins have lost touch and few live on the old homesteads.

It was a different time, another era. Some families still maintain the old traditions. They are the fortunate ones.

Update: I changed the title of this piece to a more appropriate one. I'd originally started to describe the preparations we made for the holidays and the story kinda morphed into something else.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

105th Anniversary of Wright Bros. first powered flight


Everyone seems to be writing about the anniversary of Orville and Wilbur's touch 'n go around the pasture today. I thought I'd write about something a wee bit different.

Like many, I went into the Air Force hoping to fly. That ended when my eyes were found to be 20/80. The minimum at that time was 20/30. That was 1969 as I remember. I never got rated, but was able to do some interesting stuff.

Now, scroll forward a couple of decades. The urge to fly has never left and I woke up one day realizing that if that dream was to happen, further waiting wasn't helping. I toured a number of flight schools around the area and most of the CFIs were kids about twenty years younger that me and more interested in gaining flight hours than helping someone learn to fly.

On the south-west side of the Kansas City metroplex is the former Olathe Naval Air Station, since renamed as the New Century Air Center. The Olathe NAS was created during WW2 and had a number of satellite strips around the area. One was later called Gardner Municipal Airport (K34). The airport had two grass strips and one 32' asphalt strip. On final, that asphalt strip looked like a pencil line on green paper. I hated landing on it with a strong cross-wind.

The operator of the FBO at Gardner was Charlie Craig. He, his wife Ellen, their son, daughter, grandson and Rudder the Airport Cat, ran the place. All were pilots and CFIs although Ellen and their daughter no longer gave lessons. The two ladies shared running the FBO while the men gave flight lessons. Charlie was the only "full time" instructor. He was my CFI and was 83 at the time, had over 30,000 flight hours staring before WW2. His son was an ATP pilot, first for Braniff and later for American. The grandson was a Johnson County Deputy Sheriff and made frequent flights delivering or picking up prisoners. The whole operation was a family affair and they treated all pilots, students, and hangers-on as family.

Charlie and Ellen are gone now. Ellen took a nap one Sunday afternoon and didn't wake up. Charlie and his daughter ran the FBO for a couple of more years, but their hearts weren't in it and they sold the FBO to another CFI who was looking for a base of his flight school. Charlie followed Ellen not long after that. He and Ellen were together for over 60 years, never very far apart even during WW2. Charlie was a primary flight instructor for the Navy and Ellen was a ferry pilot based at the same location.

When Charlie reached his 30,000th flight hour as Pilot-In-Command, the local FAA office presented him a plaque and a certificate signed by then President Bill Clinton. Everyone was invited to the party. When the certificate was later mounted on the wall, Bill Clinton's name was covered.

I miss them both. I shared a number of BLT lunches with them when I arrived around lunchtime. Ellen reminded me so much of my mother and grandmother. She adopted everyone who came through the door. Charlie was a perfect gentleman. I rarely saw him lose his temper and never with his students nor with Ellen or Loetta, his daughter. When Charlie stopped giving flight lessons, he had soloed over 10,000 students.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Today in History: The Boston Teaparty

I'm a history buff. I read a lot of history books, fictional and non-fictional. I always try to reconcile the historical accuracy of fiction with the facts. Quite often, historical fiction is very accurate. Not what one would expect.

Today is the 235th anniversary of the Boston Tea Party. Most of us were taught that the Boston Tea Party was all about taxes and taxes imposed without representation. It was, but, perhaps not in the fashion that you thought.

Boston Tea Party: To protest the British Tea Act, members of the Sons of Liberty dumped crates of tea bricks from three British East India Company ships into Boston Harbor.
The issues leading to this act has more to do with trade than with taxes. Taxes were definitely a factor and impacted tea drinkers widely across the colonies. One of the leading Boston protesters was John Hancock, a trader and ship owner. In 1768, his ship, the Liberty, was seized by customs officials and Hancock was charged with smuggling. Tea, at that time, was a product of China and the British East India Company had, for all practical purposes, a monopoly on the trade.

All tea was trans-shipped through British ports allowing Parliament to levy and receive taxes on all items carried through British ports. Hancock, however, bought tea from traders in the Netherlands by-passing trans-shipment through the Britain. For this act, the Liberty was seized and Hancock was charged with smuggling. Hancock hired a lawyer by the name of John Adams and eventually got the charges dropped.

According to wiki...

By 1773, the company had large debts, huge stocks of tea in its warehouses and no prospect of selling it because smugglers, such as Hancock, were importing tea from the Netherlands without paying import taxes. In response to this the British government passed the Tea Act, which allowed the East India Company to sell tea to the colonies directly and without "payment of any customs or duties whatsoever" in Britain, instead paying the much lower American duty. This tax break allowed the East India Company to sell tea for half the old price and cheaper than the price of tea in England, enabling them to undercut the prices offered by the colonial merchants and smugglers.
The facts are that the British Parliament allowed the British East India Company duty free shipment of tea to the American colonies and sell tea at half the price that American traders who did have to pay taxes.

In other words, the Boston Tea Party was more driven by the needs of tax relief for American smugglers that the impact of the tea taxes paid by the colonial consumers. This is proved by the fact that if the Americans bought their tea from the British East India Company, the American consumers received a tax break on the tea.

I revere the Founding Fathers of this country, but let's also remember that their motives may have been more personal than public.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Ummm, ummmh, toasty---now


I have a touch of claustrophobia. More like cabin fever than a panicky feeling of unlighted closets. I try to get out of the house at least once a day.

Most days, I'm sitting here in the dungeon with my trusty space heater at my side. I work at home as a telecom engineer. That means I design, order and project manage the installation and disconnenction of circuits used internally by my company.

My usual day is be tied to a hot keyboard, wearing a headset for conference calls with an occasional IM chat on the side. Comes noontime, I'm getting a bit twitchy.

It's not too bad during the summer. I can always walk out the back door, watch the birds or squirrels, take some photos of weapons and stuff, al'a Brigid and others, or just sit in an old rocker on the patio. I can't do that during the winter.

Today, my wife left before noon to visit a friend for lunch. I was on my own, so I decided to visit the local greasy spoon to see what their special fare for today might be. I visit there a lot, know most of the waitresses. I soon as I sit down, they appear with a cup of coffee and take my order. I frequently get a cup of soup on the side.

Today was no different. I had a cup of Clam Chowder, a hot roast beef sandwich, a cup (OK, several cups) of coffee and a paperback. Perfection.

I sit with my right side towards the wall. I carry a S&W 442 in a pocket holster if I know I'll be taking off my jacket while I'm out. No one appears to have noticed the bulge in my front jeans pocket. At one visit, I sat with with left side to the wall and one of the local cops who had stopped for lunch gave me a once over---several times. I think he finally decided I was carrying, but didn't do more than look. I now sit with my right to the wall if possible.

Yesterday, we had a 46 degree temperature drop. It was 60 around 9:00AM yesterday morning. By nightfall, it had dropped to 14. This morning when I got up, it was 4. At noontime the temperature had risen all the way up to 10.

On the way home, I stopped to top off my tank. During cold weather, I try not to let the tank get below 1/3 full. If there is room in the tank, you can get condensation inside the tank and if the car is left out for long, such as in a parking lot, you could get a frozen fuel line.

That happened to me once when I was flying a Piper Cherokee 140. I was doing the preflight and got interrupted. I forgot to check the fuel sumps. In a Cherokee, each wing tank has a sump and drain. There is another in the engine compartment. I checked the right drain and the engine drain and when I returned, I started with the stall warning flap and missed the drain. POINT: use a check-list and check off each item. I discovered the frozen fuel line when I switched tanks prior to the mag-check run-up. Glad it quit then than a few moments later at an altitude of only a few hundred feet. Your options are limited at that point.

Anyway, I've digressed.

I stopped for gas, got out, ran the card through the pump and grasped the pump handle. I think I left most of my palm on it. I'd neglected to put on gloves. So, I standing there, watching the dollars ring off and the wind starts. IT'S BLOODY, BLEEDIN' COLD!

No hat. My ears hurt. I've a leather jacket that blocks some of the wind, but my hands are freezing. I have to hold the pump because the auto-release isn't working. The pistol in my jeans feels like I've stored it in the freezer overnight. My eyes are watering. I think my eyes are frozen open.

Oh, man. I miss summer.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Old Guns


I was reading an e-mail from someone on a mail list about old guns. He was saying how well he liked his S&W revolver---called it an old gun. From his description, I would guess the pistol was made sometime in the late 1970s.

That's old!?!?

I've seen 60 come and go. I have three guns older than I am. Now, that's old!

The least old of these three is my M1 Garand that I bought through the ODCMP program several years ago. It was made in the Springfield Armory in February 1942 according to the serial number. It was later rebuilt at the Rock Island Armory but it still has all Springfield parts. It passes the go-no go test and is a real shooter. I've zero'd it for 100yds. With a bench rest and iron sights, I can punch out a 6" grouping. That is amazing considering one facet of the rifle. It's been used and abused. The few inches of rifling at the muzzle are worn to a smooth bore. But it has a good crown and still groups well.

I had thought about replacing the barrel but decided not to do that. I want to keep it just like I got it with all the dings and gouges on the wood, the wear on the exposed metal parts, all as near I can to it's earned condition. The only thing I've done is to swab most---but not all, of the copper fouling out of the barrel. It still has that copper tint when examined with a bore-light, but I'm going to leave that part of its heritage where it is.



My next oldest is my Marlin Model 39 .22lr (the picture is of a Model 39A.) As best I can determine, my Model 39 was built in the 1930s. It has some older-sytle sights that I will replace with some Williams peep-sights. I've never been able to hit anything with Buckhorn sights. I can't decide to place the front sight at the top between the "horns" or at the bottom of the V.

I just like the way this rifle handles. For me, it has a natural point. I can bring it to my shoulder and it points nicely where I want to aim. There is not any shifting at the shoulder, ducking to the stock to see the sights---it just fits. I usually shoot CCI high-speed Velociraptor ammo. I bought a brick of this when it first came out. In my M39, it chronos at around 1600fps. The next fastest high-speed .22lr ammo clocks in at 1400fps. That is not bad for a .22lr. A 40gr slug at 1400fps or 1600fps makes a nice small game meat rifle.

When I was growing up on the farm, I would often take my .22 rifle out after school and bring home some squirrels or a rabbit or two for the pantry. I still love squirrel and rabbit---it they are prepared properly. As with all wild game, you must insure you cook them correctly to prevent disease. My mother always scalded game before freezing it or cooking it further.


My last old gun is my Remington Model 11. My father owned a Remington 12ga. Model 11. It originally had a cracked stock. The bluing had most been worn off and the metal had that old worn steel look. It made the shotgun appear well used. As a Christmas present one year, my mother took it to our local gunsmith and had new wood installed and the rest re-blued. When it was finished, it looked new.

When I was in High School in the early 1960s, I had the serial number checked. I discovered this shotgun had been made in 1921---originally as part of a War Department order. The US Army canceled the order at the end of WW1 and the production was modified for the civilian market.

Dad's Model 11 was stolen a few years later along with all the rest of our rifles and shotguns. A few years ago, I was at a Gunshow in Springfield, MO and came across a man who was selling three Remington Model 11s. I bought the best of the three for $150. I never made a better deal. My "new" Model 11 appears to be a PD cast-off. It has O.M.P. stamped on the receiver. I was told that meant "Ontario Mounted Police." Somehow that doesn't ring true but it's a good story. Accordingt to its serial number, it was built in the late 1920s. My Model 11 is a 12ga, full choke shotgun. I've thought about buying some additional barrels, a home defense barrel and one with a modified choke for birds. Unfortunately, I've not found a source. It appears it's easier just to buy a complete new shotgun that find replacement barrels.

All three of these guns are full working shooters. I like them. I'm comfortable with them. There has been new designs that are supposed to be better, but from what I've seen, the new designs work no better than these half-century or older weapons. New is not always best.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Breakfast at Grandma's place


I've mentioned my Grandmother in other posts. She married my Grandfather Jim in 1902. My mother was the oldest of five children. One, a twin of my Aunt Anna May, died at a very young age. I don't remember her name now.

Grandpa was a blacksmith and coal miner and died in 1955. Grandma lived alone in her two-bedroom house in town until 1960 when, after a heart attack, she moved in with Mom, Dad, and me. Before she moved to the country with us, I spent a lot of time with her and frequently stayed over-night.

It was common at that time in coal country that coal heat was the common fuel for heating and cooking. Grandma had an old black pot-bellied stove in the front room and a large wood/coal stove in the kitchen. The other parts of the house was unheated. During the winter, Grandma kept a kerosene space heater in her bedroom, but the front bedroom where I often slept was unheated. And it got cold.

The saving feature that kept me from freezing into an icicle was Grandma's featherbed filled with goose down. Before she went to bed, Grandma would take a few bricks and put them on the stove. When they were almost burning hot, she'd put them in the feather beds. The bricks heated the beds long enough for body heat to take over. From that point, it was toasty the rest of the night.

Getting up in the morning was an adventure. Whoever got up first would scurry into the kitchen, stir-up the coals from the previous evening, add some coal and get the kitchen warmed up. I would usually burrow into the feather bed until I heard Grandma stirring. When I smelled bacon frying, I'd get up and run into the kitchen to stand next to the stove until breakfast was ready.

As best I remember, Grandma always had some eggs for breakfast. Usually, she'd cook a half-pound of bacon to go with it. At times, she substitute a ham slice or some sausage. My Aunt Anna May sent Grandma a bit of pork sausage every fall---enough to last Grandma through the winter. Just to be different, Grandma would add some grits, or oatmeal, or pancakes to go in addition to the standard fare.

I have a vivid memory of such a scene. Grandma is sitting at the kitchen table. She always wore an old flannel nightgown to bed. Under it, she'd wear some of Grandpa's old long-johns. I am sitting at the kitchen table with her, hands around a hot cup of cocoa. Grandma has placed our plates on the table filled with bacon and eggs, along with a bowl of oatmeal. She is making some toast on an old manual toaster---two slices for her and one for me. When the toast was finished, she'd add a dab of strawberry or blackberry preserves to the toast.

Grandma was a small slender lady, not quite five feet tall and maybe a 100lbs when wet, but she could really eat. She always polished off her plate and usually a second bowl of oatmeal or whatever she'd added that day to her bacon and eggs.

I would sit eating breakfast. The stove heating my back, the smell of bacon in the air accompanying the scent of cinnamon that Grandma would add to the oatmeal or occasionally to the toast. And, always with coal heat, an underlying distinct odor of burning coal.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

The Purposes of Gun Contol.

An Internet acquaintance of mine, Chris Meissen, made the following statement. 
Look at the history of the gun laws in places like Chicago and New York. The gun laws were not passed to protect the citizens from criminals. Rather, they were passed to protect the most politically powerful criminals from less well-connected criminals and from the citizens upon which they preyed.
That statement made me pause. A little research about one of the nations most famous anti-gun law, New York's Sullivan Act of 1910 and other long-time gun control laws reveals the common motivation driving gun control is to protect the politically active elements, whether kleptocrats or other political bodies, from the public at large.

The Sullivan Act, named after "Big Tim" Sullivan,
a politician and organized crime boss of that era was enacted to remove weapons from the growing immigrant population of the city. The purpose of the law was to allow Sullivan:
  • the ability to provide arms to his body guards.
  • insure his opponents guards would be unarmed
  • allow the corrupt police to arrest his opponents for gun violations whether they were guilty or not.
Chicago's anti-gun laws have a similar history. Mayor Richard J. Daley spoke before US House Subcommittee in 1972 against gun violence. This coming from the leader of Chicago's famous democrat political machine. Illinois does not have a Concealed Carry provision as such---unless you are politically active. The result of gun control in Cook County and the surrounding locales is the same as that of New York's Sullivan Act; the removal of weapons from the opponents of the Chicago Machine while providing a means of members of the Machine to arm themselves.

As a former Illinois resident, I saw a number of individuals carrying concealed weapons. Since non-law enforcement persons were prohibited from carrying a weapon, the popular justification to legally carry was to be designated a reserve or auxiliary Officer or Deputy.

Gun Control has nothing to do with reducing gun violence. The purpose of Gun Control is control of political opponents by preventing them the means of enacting their opposition.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

New York Times: Dinosaur Media Watch, Part II.

According to the UK Financial Times, the NY Times is assessing its assets and preparing to sell off a few for additional funds to cover operating expenses. Speculators wonder if the Times stake in the Boston Red Sox will be placed on the auction block or one of the other papers owned by the Times.

NYT eyes asset sales

By Kenneth Li in New York

Published: December 9 2008 15:28 | Last updated: December 9 2008 20:43

The New York Times is considering potential asset sales and is in discussions with lenders as it prepares for one of the “most challenging years” in its history.

Advertising revenue fell sharply at the paper in November, dragged down by weaker spending in the entertainment, property and automotive advertising categories.

Executives said that assets were under review, but did not specify which were being targeted. When asked about potential buyers, Janet Robinson, chief executive, said the review was focused internally, but added: “We’re in contact with people in the community.”

Company-watchers have identified its New England newspapers – including the Boston Globe – and its 17 per cent stake in the Boston Red Sox baseball team.

But the company is not up for sale, Ms Robinson said. She said the Sulzberger family, which holds a controlling stake, “has made it very clear internally and externally they have no intentions of selling the company”.

The NY Times’ disclosure comes a day after Tribune, publisher of some of the biggest US papers – including the Los Angeles Times and the Chicago Tribune – filed for bankruptcy, crushed under the weight of $13bn in debt in a complicated deal that came apart as the credit crisis took hold. Tribune’s bankruptcy filing was not seen triggering a spate of similar measures at other papers immediately, but the troubles are not unique. The media sector as a whole is set to suffer from a drop in spending next year, when US advertising expenditure is expected to fall 5.7 per cent, according to ZenithOptimedia.

The NY Times said it was also in talks regarding debt maturing in 2009 and 2010. About $400m is due in May, which it is attempting to renegotiate.

“We have no intention or need of fully replacing the $400m credit facility expiring next year because our total borrowing under both agreements is projected to be significantly less than $800m, and currently is approximately $400m,” James Follo, the group’s finance chief, said in a statement. The company also plans to raise up to $225m against the value of its stake in its headquarters in the form of a sale-leaseback.

In the UK, Newsquest, the regional news group and UK arm of US publisher Gannett, on Tuesday told staff in a memo that it planned to close 11 newspapers in the north-west of England in the face of declining revenues.

Oil Prices expected to drop further next year.

The UK Financial Times projects the global demand for oil to continue to drop in 2009. January light sweet crude closed at $42 and change per barrel yesterday. The US Department of Energy expects similar trends for the US demand as well. Locally, here near Kansas City, Unleaded Regular gasoline is selling for $1.279 a gallon.

Global demand for oil to plummet

By Javier Blas in London and Krishna Guha in Washington

Published: December 9 2008 20:09 | Last updated: December 9 2008 20:09

Global oil demand will collapse next year and commodities will not return to the highs they reached this summer in the foreseeable future, two authoritative reports said on Tuesday as they forecast a long and painful worldwide recession.

The stark conclusions came as the World Bank’s chief economist predicted that the world faced “the worst recession since the Great Depression”.

The US energy department said global oil demand will fall this year and next, marking the first two consecutive years’ decline in 30 years.

“The increasing likelihood of a prolonged global economic downturn continues to dominate market perceptions, putting downward pressure on oil prices,” it said, forecasting that demand would drop 50,000 barrels a day this year and a hefty 450,000 b/d in 2009. US oil demand will drop next year to the lowest level in 11 years.

Meanwhile, the World Bank’s Global Economic Prospects report said the commodities boom of the past five years – which drove up prices 130 per cent – had “come to an end”.

The World Bank’s analysis of the commodities boom contrasts with the prevalent view among natural resources companies – and most Wall Street analysts – that the ongoing price drop is a correction within an upward trend.

Although it ruled out a return to the torrid high prices of this summer, it said commodities prices would not fall back to the depressed levels of the 1990s.

Oil would return to about $75 a barrel within the next three years, it said, while food would trade 60 per cent higher than in 2003, but about half below this year’s record.

“Over the longer run, the price of extracted commodities should fall,” the bank said, adding that because of slower population and income growth, world demand for raw materials will ease.

Andrew Burns, the leading author of the report, dismissed the idea – widely supported among the industry and international bodies such as the International Energy Agency – that the credit crunch could result in higher prices when the economy recovers as companies cancel supply expansion projects.

The bank forecast that world trade – an engine of growth for many developing countries – would contract for the first time since 1982.

Justin Lin, the World Bank’s chief economist, said the current downturn was likely to see simultaneous recessions in most of the industrialised world, and that these recessions were likely to last longer than in the early 1980s, and the decline in growth would be more universal than in past episodes in recent decades.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Snow

It started snowing this morning about 10 O'clock. This wasn't the first snow this year. Last month we had a bit, more than a dusting but less than an inch. This time, it appears the snow will be more substantial.

I had to go out at noon---taking a break from work, and took this picture of my back yard before I left. It had been snowing about 30 minutes at this point.



A little less than an hour later, I returned home and took a second picture. Notice the difference.



While I was out, the snow was falling at a rate of an inch an hour. It's still falling at that rate. The forecast has snow falling for another four hours. That could mean five inches before it stops if it continues at the current rate.

My wife has school tonight. She teaches at a local Bible college. She's hoping classes will be canceled tonight. We'll have to see.

I have "Jingle Bells" running in my head!

Monday, December 8, 2008

The UK Times gets it!

The UK Times Online presents a column, "If each of us carried a gun..." about the effects of gun control and massacres of unarmed citizens by armed criminals. The Times states,


From
December 7, 2008

Think tank: If each of us carried a gun . . .

. . . we could help to combat terrorism

The firearms massacres that have periodically caused shock and horror around the world have been dwarfed by the Mumbai shootings, in which a handful of gunmen left some 500 people killed or wounded.

For anybody who still believed in it, the Mumbai shootings exposed the myth of “gun control”. India had some of the strictest firearms laws in the world, going back to the Indian Arms Act of 1878, by which Britain had sought to prevent a recurrence of the Indian Mutiny.

The guns used in last week’s Bombay massacre were all “prohibited weapons” under Indian law, just as they are in Britain. In this country we have seen the irrelevance of such bans (handgun crime, for instance, doubled here within five years of the prohibition of legal pistol ownership), but the largely drug-related nature of most extreme violence here has left most of us with a sheltered awareness of the threat. We have not yet faced a determined and broad-based attack.

The Mumbai massacre also exposed the myth that arming the police force guarantees security. Sebastian D’Souza, a picture editor on the Mumbai Mirror who took some of the dramatic pictures of the assault on the Chhatrapati Shivaji railway station, was angered to find India’s armed police taking cover and apparently failing to engage the gunmen.

In Britain we might recall the prolonged failure of armed police to contain the Hungerford killer, whose rampage lasted more than four hours, and who in the end shot himself. In Dunblane, too, it was the killer who ended his own life: even at best, police response is almost always belated when gunmen are on the loose. One might think, too, of the McDonald’s massacre in San Ysidro, California, in 1984, where the Swat team waited for their leader (who was held up in a traffic jam) while 21 unarmed diners were murdered.

Rhetoric about standing firm against terrorists aside, in Britain we have no more legal deterrent to prevent an armed assault than did the people of Mumbai, and individually we would be just as helpless as victims. The Mumbai massacre could happen in London tomorrow; but probably it could not have happened to Londoners 100 years ago.

In January 1909 two such anarchists, lately come from an attempt to blow up the president of France, tried to commit a robbery in north London, armed with automatic pistols. Edwardian Londoners, however, shot back – and the anarchists were pursued through the streets by a spontaneous hue-and-cry. The police, who could not find the key to their own gun cupboard, borrowed at least four pistols from passers-by, while other citizens armed with revolvers and shotguns preferred to use their weapons themselves to bring the assailants down.

Today we are probably more shocked at the idea of so many ordinary Londoners carrying guns in the street than we are at the idea of an armed robbery. But the world of Conan Doyle’s Dr Watson, pocketing his revolver before he walked the London streets, was real. The arming of the populace guaranteed rather than disturbed the peace.

That armed England existed within living memory; but it is now so alien to our expectations that it has become a foreign country. Our image of an armed society is conditioned instead by America: or by what we imagine we know about America. It is a skewed image, because (despite the Second Amendment) until recently in much of the US it has been illegal to bear arms outside the home or workplace; and therefore only people willing to defy the law have carried weapons.

In the past two decades the enactment of “right to carry” legislation in the majority of states, and the issue of permits for the carrying of concealed firearms to citizens of good repute, has brought a radical change. Opponents of the right to bear arms predicted that right to carry would cause blood to flow in the streets, but the reverse has been true: violent crime in America has plummeted.

There are exceptions: Virginia Tech, the site of the 2007 massacre of 32 people, was one local “gun-free zone” that forbade the bearing of arms even to those with a licence to carry.

In Britain we are not yet ready to recall the final liberty of the subject listed by William Blackstone in his Commentaries on the Laws of England as underpinning all others: “The right of having and using arms for self-preservation and defence.” We would still not be ready to do so were the Mumbai massacre to happen in London tomorrow.

“Among the many misdeeds of British rule in India,” Mahatma Gandhi said, “history will look upon the act depriving a whole nation of arms as the blackest.” The Mumbai massacre is a bitter postscript to Gandhi’s comment. D’Souza now laments his own helplessness in the face of the killers: “I only wish I had had a gun rather than a camera.”

Richard Munday is the co-author and editor of Guns & Violence: The Debate Before Lord Cullen

As Freepers say, "Dinosaur Media Watch"

The New York Times, that propaganda organ of the Democrat Party, libs and tranzis, has just hocked it's headquarters building to stay open a few more months. According to the International Herald Tribune, the Times is mortgaging it's headquarters to support operating expenses.

Times Co. to borrow against building



The New York Times Company plans to borrow up to $225 million against its mid-Manhattan headquarters building, to ease a potential cash flow squeeze as the company grapples with tighter credit and shrinking profits.

The company has retained Cushman & Wakefield, the real estate firm, to act as its agent to secure financing, either in the form of a mortgage or a sale-leaseback arrangement, said James Follo, the Times Company's chief financial officer.

As the folks at The Free Republic say, "Dinosaur Media Watch." New York Times, the bell tolls for thee.

Bayou Renaissance Man: Now this is really useful!

Bayou Renaissance Man: Now this is really useful!

I've a busy day today. During a momentary break, I'm reading some of my favorite blogs. Preacherman has one today that is very useful to those of us who have a need for research resources.

Also, I don't think I'll have time for a personal post, so I'll plagerize usurp utilize Preacherman's efforts today.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Gas Prices Drops---Again!

My wife and I left church this morning and I noticed my tank was below 1/4 full. As we pulled onto the main drag I noticed the price had dropped overnight to $1.279 a gallon. I remembered one oil exec recently said that gas prices could drop as low as $1 a gallon. We're not far away from that now.

When the oil companies announce this quarters earnings, will the dems and libs crow about how much the profits have dropped? Doubt it. For those of you who aren't familiar how companies target their margins, here's a hint---it's done on a percentage basis. Think a minute on what that means. If you don't know, do some research.

Pearl Harbor Day,

The Imperial Japanese Navy attacked Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, 67 years ago today, initiating the United States entry into World War II. There will be numerous blog entries detailing the facts that occurred on that day. The Bayou Renaissance Man couldn't have done it better.

Friday, December 5, 2008

A Plan to Survive the Obama Years


I came across this article while scanning the St. Louis Post Dispatch online paper. From the comments, Billingsly is being scorned and abused by blacks and liberals because he dared to speak his mind. Here's an sample comment from a reader.

Billingsly sounds like a 2-year-old who can't have any candy. Boo-hoo! Perhaps he should consider moving to another country, where they will respect his political viewpoint. Billingsly makes Sean Hannity seem like Ted Kennedy.
I've included the article in its entirity because I don't know how long it will be allowed to remain on the website.
A plan to survive the Obama years


As Jack Buck once said, "I don't believe what I just saw!" Americans on Nov. 4 turned over control of the United States of America to a management team possessing no executive experience, having never run, as I liked to put it, nothing.

Well, Americans usually get the government they deserve, and I urge you all to get ready for this 21st century version of amateur hour. It's going to be an embarrassing and dangerous time for America and American ideals. There won't be much, I'm afraid, to be thankful for.

Bill Kristol, writing in The Weekly Standard, reminded me that every 16 years we get a Democrat president with no experience in national security or international affairs who's elected after Republican presidents have made and kept America safe: After Eisenhower, we got Kennedy; after Nixon/Ford, we got Carter; after Reagan/Bush, we got Clinton. And after Bush II, we get Barack Obama.

Every strong Republican president who succeeded in protecting America has allowed Americans to become complacent about national security, thereby opening the door for weak Democrats who allowed enemies to threaten and attack America without penalty. Obama will be no different, and Americans will have to learn again that there can be no economic security without national security.

That's not to say that Obama's election doesn't come with a couple of interesting side effects. For example, henceforth no black man in America may be called unqualified for any job that he might seek, no matter his prior education or experience level. Want to be a nuclear scientist but lack a Ph.D. in physics? If the applicant is a black man, it's no problem. Just offer hope to the profession and promise change from all those stuffy theorems that have given the discipline its structure over the years, and you're in.

That's on a par with throwing out the fact that tax cuts lead to more investment, job creation and increasing government revenues, just because the black man, that transcendent agent of change, says it's OK.

Another side effect has been white people contacting me to say that I should be proud to see a black man become president. Could there be a comment that is more condescending, more insulting, than that? If I believed that in America a black man could not be president, then I would be proud to see any black man elected president. But because I always have believed that nothing in America prevents a black man from becoming president or anything else he wants to be, I can be embarrassed, not proud, to see someone as unqualified and inexperienced as Obama become president.

Jackie Robinson, the first black man in modern-day major league baseball, illustrates my point. He was the right man with the right combination of talent, temperament and character at the right time to be successful for that important "first." Obama? An empty suit who will fail.

I'm going to approach the Obama years the same way liberals handled the Iraq war. Just as they claimed to support our troops while opposing the war, I'm going to support my country while opposing Obama and what he stands for in every way that I can. It's only four years and with the astute Sen. Mitch McConnell of Kentucky as Senate minority leader, Republicans can stop the Obama extremists for two years until mid-term elections in 2010 give Republicans the boost in Congress that inevitably will come.

And in 2012, we'll have Sarah Palin to clean up Obama's mess and remind us again of America's exceptionalism.

Z. Dwight Billingsly is a principal of Branford Gateway Investment Co. and a financial services industry specialist for the Missouri Department of Economic Development. He serves as co-chair of the Missouri Spectrum political action committee, an auxiliary of the Missouri Republican Party.
There are conservative blacks out there! Good on ya, Dwight!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Thursday Thoughts...

It's been a slow work day. I'm in the position of having to wait for others to complete their tasks before I can do mine. It's a bit chilly here in the basement/family room/home office. I have a space heater on, but it's only keeping my right side warm.

I don't like cold weather. It's a pain---literally. I've seen 60 come and go. When I get cold, I get stiff, I hurt. Today is such a day. I can easily understand why the cats are lazing around in a sun spot, nice and toasty. I'm jealous envious.

***

Last weekend I tried to get time to visit Cabelas to get some carry ammo for the M&P Compact. The Universe conspired against me so I ordered some via Cabelas' website. The order arrived yesterday! That's a three days service. Pre-Christmas rush and all. Can't beat that!

I have a preference for Hornady Ammo. I'm cheap and I like the fact that Hornady ammo comes 25 rounds in a box, unlike the 20 rounds for Federal, Remington and Speer. I've been unable to determine that the other carry ammo is better in any way than carry ammo from Hornady. Not only does Hornady provide five additional rounds, it's also $2 cheaper than Federal for the same type ammo (147gr JHP)

***

There has been some discussion on other blogs and forums whether the
Mumbai Massacre could happen in the US. It seems that just about everything has been discussed by the MSM, our open borders, lack of an area for training that wouldn't be noticeable, and other obstacles, would prevent a similar attack from happening here.

I notice they ignore the fact that the majority of states have concealed carry. In some of these states, CCW holders are obligated to assist law enforcement. However, folks in New York and Chicago are on their own. They can't carry except for the elite few. Guess the common folks just have to be resolved to being targets unlike their aristos.

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Open Carry for Texas.


Campaign asks Texans to support open-carry law for handguns

By ANNA M. TINSLEY
atinsley@star-telegram.com

They're setting their sights on Texas and coming out firing.

More than a month before the legislative session starts Jan. 13, gun-rights supporters are asking state lawmakers to pass an "open carry" law to let Texans stop covering up the guns they carry and wear them openly. They are putting their message on billboards, on banners on cabs and in radio ads, asking others to sign on to the cause.

"We are targeting Texas," said Mike Stollenwerk, co-founder of www.opencarry.org, a champion of the growing nationwide effort. "Texas is probably the most pro-gun state, but doesn't have open-carry laws.

"As Texans realize how restrictive their rights are...there will be an awakening. Get ready for a showdown in Austin come January."

Texas is somewhat of an open-carry battleground because it is one of only six states where handguns cannot, in some form, legally be worn in plain view. Texas residents may carry concealed handguns if they have a permit. More than 28,000 people have signed an online petition asking Gov. Rick Perry and the Legislature to make Texas an open-carry state.

"The only place we are spending money is Texas," said Stollenwerk, who owns a home in Killeen. "Who knows if we'll be successful? But at least it's on the agenda."

Some fear that pushing for open carry could bring more problems than solutions. "What are they trying to do?" Richard Leal of Texans for Gun Safety Laws told the Star-Telegram earlier this year. "Go back to Texas gunslinger days?"

Upcoming battle

When lawmakers get back to work in January, it will have been 14 years since they passed a concealed-carry law. Supporters say open carry is needed because under the concealed-carry law, gun owners can get in trouble for displaying their weapon even inadvertently, such as if a jacket covering it up blows back enough to show the gun.

"I want to be able to remove my suit jacket in the middle of a hot Texas August day without being labeled a criminal," said Ralph Carroll, who lives in Van Zandt County and works in Dallas. "I can drive east or west one state over, remove my jacket in the heat of the day and still be a perfectly legal citizen. But that same act in Texas will brand me a criminal — for no reason other than I live in Texas."

The other states that either don't allow, or highly restrict, the open carrying of handguns in public are New York, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Florida and South Carolina, according to OpenCarry.org. More than a dozen states require a license for open carry, and 11 more allow it but don't require licenses. Other states generally permit it, but with various restrictions.

Stollenwerk said a draft of a bill to allow open carry in Texas has been prepared. While several Texas lawmakers have said they'll support such a bill, none have stepped up to carry it.

"This is crunchtime before the session starts," Stollenwerk said. "If no legislator steps forward, we will try to amend a bill midstream to get it in somewhere."

Reaching out

OpenCarry.org kicks off its Texas campaign Tuesday with the message "We don't hide our colors, do we?" in Fort Worth, Dallas, Houston, San Antonio and Austin. The ad encourages Texans to sign an online petition asking lawmakers to make Texas an open-carry state.

"We believe that law-abiding Texans should be free to proudly enforce their rights," the radio ad states.

Ian McCarthy of Dallas posted the online petition in November 2007. He said he forgot about it until www.opencarry.org picked up the effort this summer, and thousands of Texans began signing.

"It was just me trying to reach out to people," he said.

Carroll, a 48-year-old father of three, said many people's fears about the concealed-carry law — shootouts at four-way stop signs, mayhem in the streets — haven't come to pass. Similar fears about an open-carry law won't either, he said.

"I just simply want to ensure I have self-protection if the need arises," Carroll said. "The same reason I wear my seat belt, carry a spare tire and have a working fire extinguisher.".

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Common Sense First Amendment Restrictions

Turon on his website has this posting in rebuttal to those folks who see nothing wrong with restricting Second Amendment rights. If that is applicable to the Second Amendment, it is also applicable to the other Amendments as well.

See the posting here. Points well presented.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

A Sunday afternoon with a .22


For all practical purposes, I was an only child. My sister was fifteen years older than I and she married not long after we moved to the farm. My closest friends lived more than a mile away and frequently had farm chores to do. My chore schedule and theirs rarely coincided. I've often wondered if our parents coordinated our chore schedules to insure we seldom had time to get together and get into trouble.

The exception was Sunday afternoons, after church and after Sunday dinner. We all were free until dark. Counting myself, there were six of us, all within a year or so the same age---Alan, Elaine, Janie, Mary Ann and Silas.

In the late summer, we'd gather our .22 rifles, a box or cartridges, and go shoot turtles. Each farm had a least one or more ponds. Most of the ponds also had ducks and geese, some domesticated, some not. And, each pond had its share of turtles that liked to feed on young ducks and geese. That made the turtles our enemy.

Our rifles were all cheap, old hand-me-downs. A couple were old rolling-block rifles made by Stevens. Mary Ann had the best rifle, a Marlin M39A lever-action. Mine was a Stevens M52 bolt action single shot. None of us had scopes and I doubt that any of us had ever seen a rifle with a scope mounted. All we had was plain old iron sights.

I don't think the Four Rules had been created at that time, the summer of 1958. We knew how to handle ourselves and our rifles and while the Four Rules might not have yet existed, we knew to keep our rifles pointed in safe directions, what lay behind our targets, and we kept our rifles unloaded until we were ready to shoot.

One of our favorite spots was next to a pond, almost a small lake, where a dead tree had fallen and produced a perfect shooting rest. The tree was on a small rise above the east side of the pond and some smaller trees had fallen into the pond creating ramps that allowed turtles to crawl into the sun and rest. The distance from the tree to the edge of the pond was about 75 yards. By afternoon, we'd be shooting into the sun and if there was a slight breeze, the glare reflected off the pond hindered getting a good aim on a turtle.

Our shooting rules were that no one got credit for killing a turtle unless it could be verified---preferably by pulling it out of the water unto the bank. Silas usually had a home-made grapple of clothesline and angle iron. If a grapple wasn't available, we'd use an old rake. To insure a quick kill, we would aim for the head. If the bullet hit the turtle's shell, it'd drop off the log into the water and swim away to die somewhere else---bad shot! No credit!

On that day in August of 1958, the sky was mostly overcast and cool for that time of year. There were few turtles on the logs and all were facing the wrong direction. We couldn't move to a better angle because then we'd be shooting towards the house. Instead, we decided to shoot the turtles in the water.

When the wind was calm, a turtle would rise to the surface and just stick his nose out of the water. From our location, the turtle was just a small cone rising out of the water. A very difficult target. If you missed, the turtle would duck under and wouldn't rise again for several minutes.

We spent the afternoon waiting, shooting whenever a target rose. The six of us. As I remember, Mary Ann won that day killing a half dozen turtles. I shot two. I don't remember now how many the others killed. Whatever the score, we surely defended the ducks and geese that day.

I haven't thought about our group for some time.
Alan moved away the following year and I lost touch with him. Janie died of leukemia in 1961. Silas and I were Pall Bearers. Silas and Mary Ann were married in 1967 while he was in the Marines and she was finishing her teaching degree. The last I heard they lived near Monterey, CA. Elaine got married too and still lives near the farm where she grew up. I guess she was always a country girl at heart.

It's funny how memories can return on a slow work-day afternoon.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Browning Buckmark .22 Pistol


I may have mentioned in an earlier post that my shooting buddy David wanted to get a CCW permit. He borrowed my Buckmark pistol because in Missouri, training includes both revolver and auto-loaders. David owned a Ruger Security-six and needed an auto-loader, hence he asked to barrow my Buckmark. In Missouri, there is no restriction of caliber for the training, just the mechanism, revolver or auto-loader.

I took my Buckmark along on our last Range trip. I hadn't fired it in a few years and it was whining to get out of the safe (who says your weapons don't speak to you?)
David loved my Buckmark. He chewed the center out of the target leaving a 3" ragged hole.

He had not shot many pistols and I wanted him to get a chance to handle as many as possible before he took his CCW training. The notion was that the more he handled, the more familiar he would be with common functions and handling techniques. Then he'd have some basis on which to use when he bought his first auto-loader.

David said he'd drop by and pick up the .22 the day before his training. Since we'd fired it and it had laid collecting dust and lint in the safe, I wanted to clean it before he picked it up.

I've fired many different .22s, Rugers, Berettas, Brownings, High-standard, H&R, S&W, autoloaders and revolvers. Of them all, I like the Browning Buckmark best. I've had a number of folks try to tell me the Ruger is the best overall .22 on the market. I don't agree. The Ruger is a well made .22. It is accurate and handles well. You can add a number of options to it. It's priced reasonably. All that applies to the Buckmark as well. I don't know if the trigger pull can be adjusted for the Ruger. It can for the Buckmark. Just pull the slide back enough to expose the trigger adjustment screw and tighten or loosen to fit your needs. I have my Buckmark's trigger set to about 2 1/2lbs.

The single issue for me that raises the Buckmark above the Ruger is the ease of cleaning and disassembly. I've not disassembled a Ruger, but I've had a number of knowledgeable folks tell me it's not something to do in a rush. I've read similar comments that if you aren't extremely familiar and practiced disassembling the Ruger, you'll need a 'smith to help you put it back together.

Not so with the Buckmark. You do need some tools, two, to take down the Buckmark. An Allen-wrench and a flat-blade screw driver. My Buckmark is the "Field 5.5" model. I bought it ten years ago when I was shooting Pins and needed a .22 to go along with my .45. The Buckmark Field model has a rail on top--perfect for mounting a scope or optical sight. The rail extends in a single piece from the rear, behind the rear sights to the muzzle. To disassemble, use the Allen-wrench to remove the rear hex screw and star-washer (don't lose the star washer. I spent an afternoon once looking for it on my carpeted family room.) Next, loosen the 1/4" set-screw just below the barrel. It's not necessary to completely remove the set-screw. Just loosen it enough to allow the barrel to tilt forward and off the frame. Next carefully remove the recoil rod, spring and buffer and the slide will slip off the frame easily. Voila! It's disassembled and ready to be cleaned. I use Break-free to clean the exterior and those areas reachable with a rag and swabs. Hoppe's #9 is used for the bore. Occasionally, I'll use some Hoppe's Lead Solvent on the bore but usually #9 works good enough. A light spray and wipe down with Rem-Oil and it's done. Reassemble and store it away.

You can disassemble further by removing the grips. If you do, take particular care to not loose some small leaf springs and other small components. But, in most cases, further disassembly isn't needed.

My Buckmark, like my Kimber 1911, just feels right in my hand. The manual of arms is similar. The Buckmark does not have a grip safety, but the thumb safety and slide and mag release are in the same position as on the 1911.
Both are large pistols with 5" barrels. In addition, the grip angle is the same for the Buckmark and the 1911. If you know the manual of arms for a 1911, you know the manual of arms for the Buckmark. That is an additional plus that I like.

One option I did order for my Buckmark was finger-groove grips. I have large hands and can easily pickup round objects 12" and larger. The finger groove Browning grips were a bit larger and fitted my hand better. That was an option I haven't seen for the Ruger.

David dropped off the .22 Sunday night. He had a big grin on his face. He'd completed his training, gotten his certificate and would soon have a date with the Sheriff to complete his CCW application. Another CCW holder will soon join our ranks.