I know, I know, apples and pears; me and AOC; .22 LR and .500 S&W, etc.
But still:

I’m sure that someone is going to buy that RIA M60 copy… I just can’t see why.
I know, I know, apples and pears; me and AOC; .22 LR and .500 S&W, etc.
But still:

I’m sure that someone is going to buy that RIA M60 copy… I just can’t see why.

If you think a little thing like crap weather is going to stop Parisians from doing what they do so well, think again. And here’s the background music: two whole hours of it.
Wish I was there.
Sorry, folks: New Wife and I have been booted out of our apartment while they perform some much-needed maintenance and major repairs on the place, so we’ve had to book a hotel room* for the weekend.
As a result, I’ve had to postpone Chapter 6 of the Memoirs until next week. Tomorrow will just feature a few posts containing the usual motley collection of guns, broads, cars and a couple of the usual rants, and Sunday the Classic Beauty, as always.
*Purely coincidentally [eyecross], said hotel room is only a few steps away from the new Collectors Firearms store in Dallas. Wish me luck.
Yesterday’s post about surviving on a deserted island with only one thing created quite a stir in Comments.
I’m going to take issue with something GT3Ted said:
“If you’ve ever tried to actually use one of those multi-function pocket knives, you would that although it promises to be able to do all sorts of things, it does none of them well, and most of them are completely useless,” and “A proper size survival knife with some weight and strength with a sheath and an included flint and sharpener.”
Well, I have actually used a Swiss Army knife, several times, both on Boy Scout trips with the Son&Heir, and on a couple of Army situations. Both involved being in the middle of nowhere, with limited resources.
The point of survival revolves around two activities (other than feeding yourself and making or finding shelter): husbanding your energy and being able to take care of small tasks and emergencies.
Here’s what I know about the Swiss Army Champ:
Which, I think, is the whole point about a general-purpose tool like the Champ. Granted, it doesn’t do anything very well; but it does a whole lot of things reasonably well — and those things might make a huge difference to your chances of survival.
I cannot tell you how many times people asked me to borrow my Champ during the two activities I described above, to take care of one thing or another. In every case, I refused to lend it to them, but did the tasks myself (I was not going to risk having the Champ broken by some heavy-handed Boy Scout or troopie.) (Aside: Swiss Army knives are streng verboten in Boy Scouts because they don’t have locking blades. Yeah, you have to be a little careful when using them. Welcome to Grown-Up World.)
So I’m not saying that a large bush knife is a Bad Thing — anything but — but I prefer versatility in a situation that is likely to throw multiple problems at you.

By the way: I found yet another Champ — in my gun bag — yesterday, so that brings the total I own to five. Too many? I don’ theenk so, Pedro.





