Tuesday, March 31, 2015
...or write to him and beg for another day or two. This is the end of March, and you should have shot your targets to start the 2015 Mr. Completely e-Postal season. Here are mine, and you can see what a difference red-dot sight make for old eyes like mine. The top one is shot with iron sights; the second one was with a Bushnell red-dot sight.
This week we have one of those special guns that are really hard to come by. This is a Number 3 Carbine built in 1973, with a metal butt plate, and it is not drilled and tapped for scope mounts. It has no warnings printed in the metal like newer guns have; it's just a raw, iron-sighted buffalo gun, ready to accompany you out on the plains, or in the woods as you pursue deer, hogs, or bears. You can shoot mild factory loads, or pump it up with heavy loads for tough and dangerous game. 100% of the proceeds will go to Honored American Veterans Afield, and as I post this, the price is not at all out of line, considering the desirability of this fine little rifle. CLICK HERE to read the full description, and to place your bid. This fine rifle will sell mid-day, Wednesday, April 1, 2015.
That is some mighty fine wood!
Sunday, March 29, 2015
CLICK HERE to read the rules and to print your targets, then head to the range with family and friends.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Friday, March 27, 2015
We have spent a couple weeks looking at the Civil War engine,General, and that has me wanting to look at more 4-4-0 engines. Surprisingly, there are some of them out there on YouTube. This one is the Eureka and Palisades #4 Engine running on the Durango and Silverton narrow gauge. That is some pretty stack talk as the engine pulls the grade to Silverton.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
You name it; ladders, cars, fuse boxes, guns, maybe even wheelbarrows; it's a bad mix. There is a thread on Smokstak.com that you should go look at. It has thumbnails, and if you are a member, you can bring up the full size photo, but that's not necessary. The poor fellow nearly had the end of his foot amputated because his judgement was impaired. Scroll down the page and read the reply by LCJudge. He is talking about a very big old engine that smashed a man. If you need a dramatization, watch The Sand Pebbles. Steve McQueen's Chinese engine room helper gets smashed in similar fashion by the crank on a steam engine. Don't mix machines with alcohol. Now, Go and Sin No More.
OK, I left you-all hanging with this one. When our son was born many years ago we named him Ezekiel, and after Susan and he were settled in their room, I went home to take care of things and came back to the hospital in the evening. As I walked by the waiting area on the maternity floor, this scene from The Wizard of Oz was on the TV. Dorothy yells, "Zeke, Zeke!" What a surprise! I had seen that movie who knows how many times, and I didn't remember that name. Susan saw it on the TV in her room, too. Pretty neat.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
I learned it in the first or second grade from our teacher, Miss Leona Kos, because she read most of Laura Ingalls Wilder's books to us. She started with Little House in the Big Woods, and finished most of the series before they closed Franklin Center School when I finished Second Grade. This book, Farmer Boy, is about Almanzo Wilder's childhood. He grew up, romanced Laura Ingalls, and they lived out their lives together. A story that came back to me recently lays out the solution for dealing with bad men, and I was able to go right to the story in our library, though I heard it more than fifty years ago. A group of bullies beat up and ran off every school teacher hired for the school Almanzo attended, and today they are coming for the new teacher...
"After a long time Mr. Corse called him to the desk, to see if he could read the lesson now. Almanzo knew every word of it, but there was a lump in his throat that would not let the words out. He stood looking at the page while Mr. Corse wainted. Then he heard the big boys coming.
Mr. Corse stood up and put his thin hand gently on Almanzo's shoulder. He turned him around and said: "Go to your seat, Almanzo."
The room was still. Everybody was waiting. The big boys came up the path and clattered into the entry, hooting and jostling one another. The door banged open and Big Bill Ritchie swaggered in. The other big boys were behind him.
Mr. Corse looked at them and did not say anything. Bill Ritchie laughed in his face, and still he did not speak. The big boys jostled Bill, and he jeered again at Mr. Corse. Then he led them all tramping loudly down the aisle to their seats.
Mr. Corse lifted the lid of his desk and dropped one hand out of sight behind the raised lid. He said: " Bill Ritchie, come up here."
Big Bill jumped up and tore off his coat, yelling: " Come on, boys!" He rushed up the aisle. Almanzo felt sick inside; he didn't want to watch, but he couldn't help it.
Mr. Corse stepped away from his desk. His hand came from behind the desk lid, and a long, thin. black streak hissed through the air.
It was a blacksnake ox-whip fifteen feet long. Mr Corse held the short handle, loaded with iron, that could kill an ox. The thin, long lash coiled around Bill's legs, and Mr. Corse jerked. Bill lurched and almost fell. Quick as black lightning the lash circled and struck and coiled again, and again Mr. Corse jerked.
"Come up here, Bill Ritchie," He said, jerking Bill toward him, and backing away.
Bill could not reach him. Faster and faster the lash was hissing and crackling, coiling and jerking, and more and more quickly Mr. Corse backed away, jerking Bill almost off his feet. Up and down they went in the open space in front of the desk. The lash kept coiling and tripping Bill, Mr. Corse kept running backward and striking.
Bill's trousers were cut through, his shirt was slashed, his arms bleeding from the bite of the lash. It came and went, hissing, too fast to be seen. Bill rushed, and the floor shook when the whiplash jerked him over backwards. He got up swearing and tried to reach teacher's chair, to throw it. The lash jerked him around. He began to bawl like a calf. He blubbered and begged. The lash kept on hissing, circling, jerking. Bit by bit it jerked Bill to the door. Mr. Corse threw him headlong into the entry and slammed and locked the door. Turning quickly, he said, "Now, John, come on up."....and more hilarity ensued before all the big boys were driven out of the school. (Farmer Boy, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Illustrated by Garth Williams, Harper & Brothers Publishers, New York, 1933; 1953 illustrated edition)
The thing that those in government can't seem to get through their head is that if someone's stated objective is to kill you; to destroy you, there is nothing to negotiate. Do you negotiate to convince them to kill you later, or only kill you a little at a time? People like that intend to use force to do what they will to you, and trying to talk them out of it is laughable. A good friend of mine was a mechanic in the Air Force during the Korean War. He was stationed overseas, and a bully was transferred into his outfit. That guy would harass men until they would take a poke at him, and then he would beat the crap out of them. One day my friend was working on an engine, and the bully came up behind him and started his harassment routine. My friend kept working and didn't say a thing. The bully finally gave up and turned to go. My friend grabbed that guy around the neck with his arm as soon as he turned, and he told me, "I choked him 'til he soiled himself. And I never had any trouble out of him again." I don't know just what they teach people in Ivy League schools so they can go into government jobs as diplomats, but it is obvious to me that they would be would be helpless against a schoolyard bully if you sent them back to the third grade. I mourn for our country. ("I mourn for our country." is spoken frequently by Grouchy Old Cripple.)
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Ruger's auction this week definitely demonstrates how much folks like collectible Ruger firearms. This .44 Magnum Carbine was built in 1963 and returned to the factory for unknown reasons. There are a few scratches on the stock, but otherwise it looks like new. The bidding is above $2000 as I post this, but if you are interested, go have a look. How else will you buy a new-old-stock Ruger that was made more than fifty years ago! Click Here to bid. 100% of the proceeds of this auction will go to benefit Honored American Veterans Afield, and this rifle will sell mid-day, Wednesday, March 25, 2015....$2032.50!
While you are on Ruger's GunBroker auction page, roll down to the bottom and check out the gun they will sell next week. It's a Number 3 Carbine with metal buttplate in .45-70. I ought to stick my toe in the water on that one!
A crowd of good folks got together today to do a prescribed burn on the Trail of Tear Forest in Union County Illinois. The weather forecast sounded marginal for a burn, but if it was right, we would have a good burn, just a little slow because of high humidity.
It started out OK, just a little slow going downhill. The ignitors ran double lines and flanking lines and they got it going pretty well...
...but very smokey. Wind out of the north kicked in after about an hour, and that made breathing a bit easier.
The lead ignitor gets to breathe clean air! We had one big snag that got fire in it, but we were able to rake it all down and didn't have to drop it. The only cutting I had to do was for a few logs next to the line that caught. Soon after the wind kicked up the rain came, and the fire went down quick, before the center was done. Oh Well, the line will be safer the next time with the fuel reduction accomplished today.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
It's been a long layoff from shooting our rifles, so I set up the gong at 100 yards today and gave it a workout with one of the 10/22's®. We have our Appleseed rifles zeroed at 25 meters, and I was guessing that they would hit about 5' low at 100 yards, so after the initial magazine I dialed it up 5. That was pretty close, but 6 minutes up seemed pretty well perfect. It felt good to shoot again, and the rifle behaved well except for one magazine that needs to have the spring tightened up a bit. The last several groups are from sitting, and on the final one I emptied the magazine on one breath..
Saturday, March 21, 2015
We haven't visited Hickok45 for quite a while. I figure most firearm aficionados subscribe to his YouTube channel, and don't need my help finding him...But, this is a good one, and I want to make sure lots of people see it. I might add five or six views with this little blog, so here it is.
I have spent most of my life listening to music from 1900 to the early Thirties, plus a lot of classical music, but there was most of a decade when I listened to Country Music most days at work. It just sort of fit in with mechanicking on oilfield trucks, and coal mining machinery. I practically became an expert on Country, but that all came to a halt when I fell into my current job, where I am out in the woods, or writing at a computer. This song by Earl Thomas Conley is one of the best, and it pretty well marks when I quit listening to Country every day. YouTube is a treasure, letting you go back and hear the oldies.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
They should all be as lucky as Sarah. This little pile of bricks was under a stone that has been removed from its grave in the first row next to a farm field. Yuccas and Easter flowers show that people are buried here, but most of the markers are gone.
Some of them are stacked up and the locations for them are lost to the ages.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
This week, Ruger is offering a handy little Ruger® New Model Single-Six® .32 H&R Magnum. This little beauty was built in 1986, and returned to the factory. It has the short, 4 5/8" barrel that makes Rugers handy for packing. 100 % of the proceeds will go to benefit Honored American Veterans Afield. This revolver will sell mid-day, Wednesday, March 18, 2015. Click Here to read the entire description, and to place a bid.