You may remember I've posted about the versatility of chamber adapters for shotguns and rifles and how I feel they should be utilized and are an important part of any survivalists preparations.
Seems Dave agrees with me.
I'll admit this is filler. It's Saturday and I'm busy. I may not post until this evening....such is life. My other post on chamber adapters can be found here.
Enjoy.
Stephen
Autumn
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
What's for Dinner
In a couple of hours I'm closing the shop and will drive home and make tacos. Maybe, if Sweet Wife is lucky, I'll also whip up a mess of refried beans.
Ya'll come on over and join us.
Stephen
Ya'll come on over and join us.
Stephen
The Next Depression
It isn't often, or I should say extremely rare for me to link a news article - but you should read this.
You decide.
Stephen
You decide.
Stephen
It's The Little Things
Our weather has turned cool with a fairly stiff breeze. Nice.
On our ride to school this morning, Little Bit, all happy and filled with song, said, "Papa."
"What, Sweetheart?"
"I want you to promise me something." Uh-oh...
"Honey, it's hard for Papa to make a promise when I've yet to hear what you want me to promise."
She thinks about it for a moment or two. A few cars zoom pass. I count my usual morning flight of geese, 6, then she turns back to me and, "Papa, really, I promise to give you the biggest wet kisses, and I promise to hug you all hard as possible, and really, Papa, I won't forget to wave goodbye this morning if you'll only buy me a Caramel Hot Chocolate this morning at McDonald's."
I did as requested. She fulfilled her promises too.
I mean, whom among us could refuse big wet kisses from their grandchild....
Stephen
On our ride to school this morning, Little Bit, all happy and filled with song, said, "Papa."
"What, Sweetheart?"
"I want you to promise me something." Uh-oh...
"Honey, it's hard for Papa to make a promise when I've yet to hear what you want me to promise."
She thinks about it for a moment or two. A few cars zoom pass. I count my usual morning flight of geese, 6, then she turns back to me and, "Papa, really, I promise to give you the biggest wet kisses, and I promise to hug you all hard as possible, and really, Papa, I won't forget to wave goodbye this morning if you'll only buy me a Caramel Hot Chocolate this morning at McDonald's."
I did as requested. She fulfilled her promises too.
I mean, whom among us could refuse big wet kisses from their grandchild....
Stephen
Thanks & Welcome
To a very interesting man, and my new friend and follower, Russ writer of the blog Russ-Stick Acres. Welcome Russ and I promise to always answer any comments as soon as possible.
To my other friends, please, skip over and check out our new friends blog. Trust me, it's good. If you like all things gunny, and if you're a member of the NRA, enjoy sled dogs, farm animals and the snow of Lower Michigan, you'll enjoy this blog.
Again, Russ, thank you and welcome. You are now among friends.
Stephen
To my other friends, please, skip over and check out our new friends blog. Trust me, it's good. If you like all things gunny, and if you're a member of the NRA, enjoy sled dogs, farm animals and the snow of Lower Michigan, you'll enjoy this blog.
Again, Russ, thank you and welcome. You are now among friends.
Stephen
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Dreams of a Firing Range
My best friend Duke just walked out of my shop. He came in early and we chewed the fat for a couple of hours. His mother-in-law isn't well. I'll let him explain the rest when he's ready.
We chatted of many things, one of them is our dream to open an outdoor shooting range. A dream, if done properly, well within our reach. Find a five acre parcel far outside the city limits. Begin small with a two hundred yard rifle range, a handgun shed, kid's area. The possibilities are limitless.
Like I said, a dream.
With the help of our other friends, it could happen. Yes, we have our own private range, and it's just that, private. This range we'd open to the public for day shoots. No memberships, no board members to screw the fun, rapid fire acceptable, no baffles. A shooting range where common sense rules apply. There are hurdles. The EPA buttwipes, county zoning laws - the least of which is their silly noise ordnance, permits...like that. We'll do our homework.
We might even allow cops to use our range....might. At any rate, it'd be a hell of a nice retirement job. Think about it, firing ranges, and gun shows, are the last bastion of free thinking independent men.
I hope to have all my friends, our group, involved in this dream. Lord knows when all of us get together we make dreams possible.
We'll see.
Stephen
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