Tuesday, June 28, 2011


I saw this on a magazine today at work, and immediately thought of my buddy Weer'd Beard.

Weer'd, buddy, I joke because I care.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Making up for lost time...

I'm standing at the Poison show I was denied a few years ago, and its as awesome as expected.

And the company is far better than it would have been before.


Saturday, June 11, 2011


Larry Correia brilliantly fisks an article giving financial advice to the stupid.

And what he says is the complete truth.  My current job is completely outside the skill set of what I spent the last 7 years doing.  But it pays the damn bills, and leaves me with a bit afterwards to ferret away.

And that's what matters.


Thursday, June 9, 2011


There's no way I can keep up with Tam, but I have a few oddballs in stock.


9x18 Makarov
38 Spl (and it's +p variant)
357 Magnum (even though I never shoot it, I still have a box)
40 S&W
10mm Auto
32 ACP
45 ACP
22 LR (rifle and pistol)

Long Gun:
22 WMR
22 WRF
7.65 Argentine
12 gauge

With the exception of the 32 ACP and the 7.62x39, I have dies and components to reload for all of em, too.  I actually have components for the x39, I just need to pick up dies.  Because brass cased x39 is rare as hens teeth and twice as expensive.


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

My story

Friend and awesome gunchick Jennifer shares the story of how she became a gunnie and asks the rest of us to do the same, so here goes.

My story is actually a non-story.  I grew up around guns.  They were no big mystery to me.  My first memory of actually shooting was at Scout camp, when I was 8.  Dad had a rifle and a shotgun while I was growing up, and I was probably 5 or 6 when he went on his last elk hunt, and before he left, he taught me a couple basics about guns.  I got the gun I truly learned marksmanship on for my 15th birthday.  I started buying guns for myself when I was 21, and it's been all downhill from there.

That's basically the story, for what it's worth.


Shoot like a girl...

On our last camping trip/range outing (sorry, no pics, I was occupied), I learned something.  My wife is hell on wheels with an AR.  Be it my carbine, or our friend's built-up Varminter, the woman is just plain scary good with that platform.

Probably best to stay on her good side...