Just Me and The Owls

Here it is zero dark four thirty and I'm still reading. It's just me and owls.

The owls perch low in an old live oak just outside my window. Its been said their flesh closely resembles that of chicken.

NVG's or Surefire, I wonder.

Stephen

What a Rush; Behind Every Blade of Grass

If this video doesn't make you want to hit the range, nothing will.

I understand some men find football exciting...


h/t, PawPaw's House

Stephen

Pass It On

I'm sure this young soldier will appreciate your help. 

Click to enlarge.

h/t, Act Well Your Part


Stephen

Good Morning

It's hot this morning. In Florida you know it's hot when the air conditioner continuously cycles. Which means next months electrical portion of my utilities cost will increase two fold.

Next time you hear some bubblehead complain about January's cold, slap 'em.

Stephen 

Oh, Baby

I've fallen in love with this -

A cherry oatmeal delight.

I shall soon give it a try.

Stephen

Yesterday

She agreed to take a day off and spend it with me. My wife, I left the girlfriend behind....

Anyway, yesterday I had an appointment with a government agency. I had planned to enter the agency's building and spend hours on my rear seated in a hard plastic chair with my Kindle and the morning paper. Turns out the ordeal only lasted two hours. I escaped with few scratches and a future appointment.

On our exit of the building I asked if she'd like to join me at Gander Mountain. Her, "Why on earth would I agree to such awful punishment?"

"Cause you love me and I'll buy you lunch."

I stood at the door of our car and slowly replaced my spare magazines and handgun to my belt, knives back into position. (The agency insisted I undress and pass thru their metal detectors.) When my belt was again in adjustment and felt normal I bent to see her reaction. Her, "Okay, but you owe me. I want a new pair of jeans."

They, the women in our lives, always have a price.

*****

My friend, Harry, mentioned on his blog that he was fond of Recoil magazine and I wanted to find a copy. I did indeed locate the magazine at Gander, and a few more. Had fun.

So here's my day in pictures. Note the prices on the ammunition. Supply seems to have adjusted though the prices are still high.

As always please excuse my very blurry pictures. At one point as I strolled along the ammo supply I picked up a follower. One of the store salesmen. He asked, "Why are you taking pictures of our inventory?"

I turned towards him and replied, "My agency wants to price compare. We're on a budget."

"Oh, okay."

Harry, here's one you failed to mention. I didn't buy a copy as most were nine dollars each.

Above in this awful picture - row upon row of 5.56. Price is per twenty.

Above - huge box of .40 caliber.

Above - it'll be a while before I purchase and shoot .44 magnum. That's a buck a pop.

See those white boxes above - that, my friends, is our old friend .45 shooty stuff...see the price. Lord help us. I can remember when you paid eight dollars per.

That's hard to read but it's nine mil, three hundred and fifty rounds for a hundred and twenty bucks, minus one cent. I'll wait.

Above - my loot spread on our kitchen tile. See the copy of American Frontiersman...good. Not a bad read. The Tannerite, well, you never know when a few pounds might come in handy, and besides, I recently read the government wants to outlaw the stuff. That in itself is enough to make me want a few pounds, and it sure makes a day at the range fun.

Hey, I need another cup of coffee. You guys have a great day.

Out.

Stephen

The Silence

I sincerely apologize for my silence. I've spent the last year and two months proving my existence. This long and aggravating fight came to an end late this afternoon. Needless to say I hate the Patriot Act. 

It's a long story and my head hurts far too much to bore you with the details. Maybe later.

Tomorrow I shall open another gate and walk a strange path.

I'll keep you posted.

Stephen