Please, give him a shout.
He's nice people.
Autumn
Friday, October 21, 2011
Bluesun
Yesterday I posted a thank you and welcome to Bluesun but didn't have a link for his blog...as you can see I've corrected that oversight.
Please, give him a shout.
He's nice people.
Please, give him a shout.
He's nice people.
Ed McGivern
I completely forgot Ed's birthday yesterday. Guess my head was in the clouds. Ed was born in 1874 and passed in December 1957. It was Ed McGivern (and my father) that put the bug in my heart for handguns and fast draw. He was the best hand gunner that ever lived. Many of his records still stand, although Jerry Miculek has since broken a few of his single-action records, Ed still holds many I doubt will ever be broken.
My father took to me to one of Ed's last handgun expeditions just prior to his death. I'll never forget it. For more information, Google....he was one hell of a man.
Ed, above, on the left.
Above, this is one of Ed's Sam Myres Buscadero two-gun rigs.
Ed and Elmer Keith were good friends. I'm proud to say so was I. Elmer and Me struck up a friendship back in the early 1970's when I had mailed and asked if he'd be willing to sign my copies of his books. By return mail he agreed and before I knew it I was receiving a letter once or twice a week from Elmer. I still have them, and of course, all his signed first editions.
These two men, if you are a member of the gun culture, should hold a special place in your lives. They set the standard. They shaped the handgun world.
Stephen
My father took to me to one of Ed's last handgun expeditions just prior to his death. I'll never forget it. For more information, Google....he was one hell of a man.
Ed, above, on the left.
Above, this is one of Ed's Sam Myres Buscadero two-gun rigs.
Ed and Elmer Keith were good friends. I'm proud to say so was I. Elmer and Me struck up a friendship back in the early 1970's when I had mailed and asked if he'd be willing to sign my copies of his books. By return mail he agreed and before I knew it I was receiving a letter once or twice a week from Elmer. I still have them, and of course, all his signed first editions.
These two men, if you are a member of the gun culture, should hold a special place in your lives. They set the standard. They shaped the handgun world.
Stephen
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Thanks & Welcome
To my friend Kris for taking a moment to reach over and hit my follower button. You've made my day. I always welcome new followers with the old line (old to me at least) when you comment here I shall always reply as soon as possible...it might take me a few hours, or days on rare occasions, but trust me I will respond. My promise to you.
I ask the rest of my good friends to please click and visit Kris at her nice blog. It's well worth your time.
Again, Kris, thanks and welcome. You're now among friends.
Stephen
I ask the rest of my good friends to please click and visit Kris at her nice blog. It's well worth your time.
Again, Kris, thanks and welcome. You're now among friends.
Stephen
It's The Little Things
We cruised along this morning and shared our enjoyment with the cool weather, and laughed and played our silly little games when I remembered the book.
"Hey, Little Bit, guess what..."
"What, Papa."
"After we get to school I have a gift for you."
Her, all excited, doing the little girl squeal, "What is it, Papa?"
I reach around and get the gift from my bag and tuck it under my left arm, teased her with my evil chuckle, then.
"Wait, Honey, I'll give it to you later." Now she's about to rocket from her seat, she claps her hands and begins to sing one of her 'made up on the spot' songs, "Papa has a surprise for me...repeat...Papa has a surprise for me."
She reads to me every morning, her voice soft, lyrical, tender. Recently her subject matter has been stories of Barbie. Barbie and her little sister solving mysteries or sharing high adventures. Little Bit had expressed her love of the book one morning when she'd been arrested and shut into her bedroom. The book was and is her escape from the realities of her little world.
One morning, as we waited in the car line, she had expressed sadness over the book.
"Why?" I'd asked.
"Cause, Papa, I have to take my book back to the library and I'll miss it."
"It's fine, Sweetheart, you can check it out again."
"We have to wait, Papa, 'cause they said other people may want it too."
I'm a sneaky booger when necessary. I took a quick glance at the book. 'Barbie's Collected Stories,' who knew....
Later, when I made it back to my office I hit Amazon.com and ordered her a copy. They had three copies available....again, is this a rare collected piece of literature... doesn't matter. My small gift of God deserves her own copy.
Within a few days it arrives. I stash it away in my bag and this morning as we're sitting in the car line I dig it out and hand it over.
I cannot remember her words verbatim but it ranged from a very high squeal to just under a glass shattered yell.
"Oh, Papa, really, it's mine."
"Yes, Honey, all yours."
Then,
as she's jumping up and down in the truck seat....
"Papa, you mean I can keep it all my life?"
"Yes, Sweetheart, you may keep it for the rest of your life."
She then reached over and took my pen and turned to the inside page and wrote, 'I love Papa.'
I'm here to tell you, it took a great amount of self-control to not....well, you know.
Stephen
"Hey, Little Bit, guess what..."
"What, Papa."
"After we get to school I have a gift for you."
Her, all excited, doing the little girl squeal, "What is it, Papa?"
I reach around and get the gift from my bag and tuck it under my left arm, teased her with my evil chuckle, then.
"Wait, Honey, I'll give it to you later." Now she's about to rocket from her seat, she claps her hands and begins to sing one of her 'made up on the spot' songs, "Papa has a surprise for me...repeat...Papa has a surprise for me."
She reads to me every morning, her voice soft, lyrical, tender. Recently her subject matter has been stories of Barbie. Barbie and her little sister solving mysteries or sharing high adventures. Little Bit had expressed her love of the book one morning when she'd been arrested and shut into her bedroom. The book was and is her escape from the realities of her little world.
One morning, as we waited in the car line, she had expressed sadness over the book.
"Why?" I'd asked.
"Cause, Papa, I have to take my book back to the library and I'll miss it."
"It's fine, Sweetheart, you can check it out again."
"We have to wait, Papa, 'cause they said other people may want it too."
I'm a sneaky booger when necessary. I took a quick glance at the book. 'Barbie's Collected Stories,' who knew....
Later, when I made it back to my office I hit Amazon.com and ordered her a copy. They had three copies available....again, is this a rare collected piece of literature... doesn't matter. My small gift of God deserves her own copy.
Within a few days it arrives. I stash it away in my bag and this morning as we're sitting in the car line I dig it out and hand it over.
I cannot remember her words verbatim but it ranged from a very high squeal to just under a glass shattered yell.
"Oh, Papa, really, it's mine."
"Yes, Honey, all yours."
Then,
as she's jumping up and down in the truck seat....
"Papa, you mean I can keep it all my life?"
"Yes, Sweetheart, you may keep it for the rest of your life."
She then reached over and took my pen and turned to the inside page and wrote, 'I love Papa.'
I'm here to tell you, it took a great amount of self-control to not....well, you know.
Stephen
Thanks & Welcome
To Bluesun. My friend I always reply to comments as soon as possible. I would have linked back to your blog but for some unknown reason your avatar doesn't have a link. So, do me a favor and leave the information, please, in a comment and I'll be more than happy to give you a shout out.
You are now among friends.
Again, thank you and welcome.
Stephen
You are now among friends.
Stephen
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
A Lesson Learned, the Hard Way
A gentleman came into the shop this morning; hang dog face and all. Asked what had happened. Said his truck and wife's car had been burglarized overnight. Bad enough that, but he'd had a habit of storing his personal carry piece and several other weapons inside said truck.
Guess what went missing.
Boys in blue arrive and smug the surfaces in a vain attempt to find prints. Of course they fail yet get a tip from neighbor lady and within hours find the two punks responsible for the damage and retrive the guns.
My customer is all happy and stuff. He smiles at the cops and ask when he may have his carry piece back...they laughed and said, "Soon."
"How soon," he asked. Their answer was after the trial. Months, perhaps.
Lock you trucks and cars after you remove your weapons. I should know. Several years ago I attended a rifle shoot. Arrived home very late at night. I was tired and in my stupid half-sleep stupor failed to remove my guns from my truck. Went to bed with all intentions of doing so the next morning. I used very poor judgment, thought, well hell I live in a nice neighborhood, well off the main roads, my precious cargo will be fine over night. See it coming, don't you.
I lost a Colt HBAR AR-15, a $1,500.00 rifle. I also lost a Springfield XD-45, another $600.00. Cops arrived, looked over the scene and told me whomever took my items knew me. They said it had to be someone of close personal acquaintance. Damn sure didn't make me feel any better, in fact my blood lust hit an all time high. I wanted to kill, something. All because I used poor personal judgement. At least my truck was locked and I was able to give the police serial numbers.
I asked why they thought the thief was a personal friend. Their reply was simple...you cannot see your truck from the road. They didn't steal magazines (loaded worth thirty five dollars each) or any of the other gear such as binoculars, spotting scope, armorer tools, filled ammo cans and other small items. Just the guns. Cops said one day they'd screw the pooch and try and sell or pawn the items. Sooner or later I hope to have my weapons returned. Until then, I'm watching you....waiting....make peace with your God while you have time, because if I find you with my rifle...may God bless your soul.
Lock your trucks....after you remove your guns.
Stephen
Guess what went missing.
Boys in blue arrive and smug the surfaces in a vain attempt to find prints. Of course they fail yet get a tip from neighbor lady and within hours find the two punks responsible for the damage and retrive the guns.
My customer is all happy and stuff. He smiles at the cops and ask when he may have his carry piece back...they laughed and said, "Soon."
"How soon," he asked. Their answer was after the trial. Months, perhaps.
Lock you trucks and cars after you remove your weapons. I should know. Several years ago I attended a rifle shoot. Arrived home very late at night. I was tired and in my stupid half-sleep stupor failed to remove my guns from my truck. Went to bed with all intentions of doing so the next morning. I used very poor judgment, thought, well hell I live in a nice neighborhood, well off the main roads, my precious cargo will be fine over night. See it coming, don't you.
I lost a Colt HBAR AR-15, a $1,500.00 rifle. I also lost a Springfield XD-45, another $600.00. Cops arrived, looked over the scene and told me whomever took my items knew me. They said it had to be someone of close personal acquaintance. Damn sure didn't make me feel any better, in fact my blood lust hit an all time high. I wanted to kill, something. All because I used poor personal judgement. At least my truck was locked and I was able to give the police serial numbers.
I asked why they thought the thief was a personal friend. Their reply was simple...you cannot see your truck from the road. They didn't steal magazines (loaded worth thirty five dollars each) or any of the other gear such as binoculars, spotting scope, armorer tools, filled ammo cans and other small items. Just the guns. Cops said one day they'd screw the pooch and try and sell or pawn the items. Sooner or later I hope to have my weapons returned. Until then, I'm watching you....waiting....make peace with your God while you have time, because if I find you with my rifle...may God bless your soul.
Lock your trucks....after you remove your guns.
Stephen
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