This is so cool. To field strip and clean an AR system with soap and water...bring it on.
H/T Oleg Volk
Stephen
Autumn
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thank You & Welcome
I'd like to say hello, welcome and thank you to Robhirl and Robsrangers11 for taking the time to hit my 'follower' button.
If I have missed anyone, please, send me a note and I shall recognize you too. As always I promise to reply to all comments. Comments make my day.
Again, thank you.
Stephen
If I have missed anyone, please, send me a note and I shall recognize you too. As always I promise to reply to all comments. Comments make my day.
Again, thank you.
Stephen
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Action Thriller
October 1st, Larry Correia, and Mike Kupari, have a new novel hitting the bookstores. If it's as well written, and it should be, as the rest of Larry's works, it'll be a humdinger....
Here's a snippet from Larry's blog about Mike.
This is Mike’s first book, and it is a darn good one that deserves to be read. For those of you who don’t know, Mike is an EOD Technician, currently defusing roadside bombs in Afghanistan. He will still be in Afghanistan, risking his life and being awesome, when his first novel appears in stores. Places like NPR can talk about thriller writer street cred, but Mike plays high-explosive chess against terrorist IEDs before breakfast. Most first time authors are super excited to do their first book signings, but Mike can’t because he’s deployed… Think about that for a second… He can’t do book signings for the really nifty book he wrote because he is too busy DEFUSING MURDER BOMBS.
Stephen
Here's a snippet from Larry's blog about Mike.
This is Mike’s first book, and it is a darn good one that deserves to be read. For those of you who don’t know, Mike is an EOD Technician, currently defusing roadside bombs in Afghanistan. He will still be in Afghanistan, risking his life and being awesome, when his first novel appears in stores. Places like NPR can talk about thriller writer street cred, but Mike plays high-explosive chess against terrorist IEDs before breakfast. Most first time authors are super excited to do their first book signings, but Mike can’t because he’s deployed… Think about that for a second… He can’t do book signings for the really nifty book he wrote because he is too busy DEFUSING MURDER BOMBS.
Stephen
Indian Uprising
Oh, this, is just beautiful. Wonder what the great one will have to say....
Just strikes me as funny.
Stephen
Just strikes me as funny.
Stephen
Bits & Pieces
I like this magazine cover. It has a lot going for it, a reflection of time, and a pantry full of canned goods. The magazine isn't bad reading either.
If you bloggers haven't tried Google Chrome, do so. It seems to me (and I'm no expert) that it loads graphics on my blog a heck of a lot easier than Firefox.
An old customer came in today and he appeared worse for wear. After a few minutes he related how he'd lost his job and home. He and his family are now living in a shipping container. You've seen those large metal boxes used for shipping junk from China, like that. His brother-in-law set one in his backyard for this poor man and his family (wife and three small children) to live in while they try and regain some sense of order and dignity back into their lives. If this isn't a reflection of the times in which we now live, give me a better example.
Please, get ready. Store some rice and dried beans and canned meat. Get out of debt. I know, easier said than done, but try. Remember, there is a big difference between a need and want. Get those fifty pounds bags of flour and sugar. Stock your shelves with canned vegetables, water is a must. Got protection? A handgun, rifle, shotgun, .22 critter getter and a stack of ammunition? Time is precious and I'm sorely afraid were rapidly nearing the end, and before you know it your federal reserve notes will be worthless. Give it some thought, please.
Take care,
Stephen
If you bloggers haven't tried Google Chrome, do so. It seems to me (and I'm no expert) that it loads graphics on my blog a heck of a lot easier than Firefox.
An old customer came in today and he appeared worse for wear. After a few minutes he related how he'd lost his job and home. He and his family are now living in a shipping container. You've seen those large metal boxes used for shipping junk from China, like that. His brother-in-law set one in his backyard for this poor man and his family (wife and three small children) to live in while they try and regain some sense of order and dignity back into their lives. If this isn't a reflection of the times in which we now live, give me a better example.
Please, get ready. Store some rice and dried beans and canned meat. Get out of debt. I know, easier said than done, but try. Remember, there is a big difference between a need and want. Get those fifty pounds bags of flour and sugar. Stock your shelves with canned vegetables, water is a must. Got protection? A handgun, rifle, shotgun, .22 critter getter and a stack of ammunition? Time is precious and I'm sorely afraid were rapidly nearing the end, and before you know it your federal reserve notes will be worthless. Give it some thought, please.
Take care,
Stephen
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Squirrel Hunting - From My Garage
It's still early for squirrel hunting but I have the itch. As a teen I loved to rise before the light of day and sneak into the deep oaks and ease near the creek bottom. I'd find an old oak and snuggle my back to a hollow of its roots and wait, content.
Within a half hour the routine of the deep woods returned. I'd sit and take in the deep musty odor of acorn mast and pine sap, the song of birds, and the whisper of the gentle Autumn wind. Always they came, the squirrels. Wild tasty bundles to be returned to a bed of my mother's gravy and biscuits.
But, times have changed. Now I hunt from my garage.
My home is covered by trees; live oaks, hickory and two very large pines. Of course my neighbors have trees too. This is important, because they supply the squirrels. Love my neighbors.
It all began by accident. One late Fall afternoon I was sitting in my garage taking a break from some silly labor, enjoying a cigar when movement in my neighbor's tree caught my attention. This tree is large, huge, its limbs if cut and planted would make a fine tree too. Six or seven grays were fighting. They ran this way and that and I said to myself, "Self, get your rifle."
My squirrel rifle is a Marlin model 39 Golden, a .22. Its deadly accurate. (I can hear the screams of the liberals and girly boys, oh my God, he's shooting from his garage in the city) deal with it. Anyway, I walked to my reloading bench and grabbed a box of .22 short CB caps. I settled back in my chair and waited.
I am careful, I limit my shots to certain zones of the tree. I keep in mind the background and hold my shots to a thirty foot section of the trunk of the oak. Oak is hard. CB Caps are weak. At sixty feet they will cleanly kill a squirrel and I seldom if ever take a shot at that range. Usually the kill zone is twenty feet. I hang the tails. I suppose one could say Ragnar Benson has colored my life with his writings. I'm a bad boy...
My Marlin's magazine tube will hold twenty five to thirty rounds of the little .22 CB's. I seldom need that many to fill a my needs. In an afternoon or morning of 'hunting' I can take five or six squirrels. Keep in mind these are city squirrels, these critters wear clogs and drink bird bath water; wussies.
You ask, aren't you afraid of the rifle's report....no, for the first few days of my fun, Sweet Wife had no idea I'd been shooting local squirrels from my garage. Our garage is adjacent to our home's family room; one thin wall, and she didn't hear a single pop. The sound is almost completely contained within the garage. I shoot and wait. I allow the citified victim to rest under the tree while I wait for their friends to join them. When I've taken as many shots as I feel has sufficiently thinned the herd, I then gather and clean my harvest. Nothing is wasted.
After cleaning, throw these little beauties in a pan of bacon fat and fry. Take them out and make gravy, return the squirrels and simmer. Serve over rice or pasta. Then, run out and slap 'ya mamma for feeding you so poorly all your life.
Try it, but don't tell them it was me that got you into trouble. Hey, obey the game laws of your state, and wait until Fall, after all, we'd civilized.
When you get your first kill, take it and have a nice mount made for the wife. She'll love you for it.
Stephen
Within a half hour the routine of the deep woods returned. I'd sit and take in the deep musty odor of acorn mast and pine sap, the song of birds, and the whisper of the gentle Autumn wind. Always they came, the squirrels. Wild tasty bundles to be returned to a bed of my mother's gravy and biscuits.
But, times have changed. Now I hunt from my garage.
My home is covered by trees; live oaks, hickory and two very large pines. Of course my neighbors have trees too. This is important, because they supply the squirrels. Love my neighbors.
It all began by accident. One late Fall afternoon I was sitting in my garage taking a break from some silly labor, enjoying a cigar when movement in my neighbor's tree caught my attention. This tree is large, huge, its limbs if cut and planted would make a fine tree too. Six or seven grays were fighting. They ran this way and that and I said to myself, "Self, get your rifle."
My squirrel rifle is a Marlin model 39 Golden, a .22. Its deadly accurate. (I can hear the screams of the liberals and girly boys, oh my God, he's shooting from his garage in the city) deal with it. Anyway, I walked to my reloading bench and grabbed a box of .22 short CB caps. I settled back in my chair and waited.
I am careful, I limit my shots to certain zones of the tree. I keep in mind the background and hold my shots to a thirty foot section of the trunk of the oak. Oak is hard. CB Caps are weak. At sixty feet they will cleanly kill a squirrel and I seldom if ever take a shot at that range. Usually the kill zone is twenty feet. I hang the tails. I suppose one could say Ragnar Benson has colored my life with his writings. I'm a bad boy...
My Marlin's magazine tube will hold twenty five to thirty rounds of the little .22 CB's. I seldom need that many to fill a my needs. In an afternoon or morning of 'hunting' I can take five or six squirrels. Keep in mind these are city squirrels, these critters wear clogs and drink bird bath water; wussies.
You ask, aren't you afraid of the rifle's report....no, for the first few days of my fun, Sweet Wife had no idea I'd been shooting local squirrels from my garage. Our garage is adjacent to our home's family room; one thin wall, and she didn't hear a single pop. The sound is almost completely contained within the garage. I shoot and wait. I allow the citified victim to rest under the tree while I wait for their friends to join them. When I've taken as many shots as I feel has sufficiently thinned the herd, I then gather and clean my harvest. Nothing is wasted.
After cleaning, throw these little beauties in a pan of bacon fat and fry. Take them out and make gravy, return the squirrels and simmer. Serve over rice or pasta. Then, run out and slap 'ya mamma for feeding you so poorly all your life.
Try it, but don't tell them it was me that got you into trouble. Hey, obey the game laws of your state, and wait until Fall, after all, we'd civilized.
When you get your first kill, take it and have a nice mount made for the wife. She'll love you for it.
Stephen
Tech Question: Help
I have a problem. As I'm a analog guy living in a digital world, I have a little problem way over my head. Last evening when it was time for me to enter my receipts into my QuickBooks program a box appeared.
(quote)
QuickBooks has a problem in reading this registration file. You need to ask your system administrator to REMOVE this file and re-install QuickBooks.
c:\Programdata\common files\Intuit\QuickBooks\qbregistration.dat
(end quote)
Problem is I cannot find this file. Even if I did I hate to think of the results if I attempted file removal. What worries me is the thought of losing six months to a year of my financial records. This sucks.
Any ideas?
Stephen
(quote)
QuickBooks has a problem in reading this registration file. You need to ask your system administrator to REMOVE this file and re-install QuickBooks.
c:\Programdata\common files\Intuit\QuickBooks\qbregistration.dat
(end quote)
Problem is I cannot find this file. Even if I did I hate to think of the results if I attempted file removal. What worries me is the thought of losing six months to a year of my financial records. This sucks.
Any ideas?
Stephen
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