
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.

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.







Your wiseguy responses in Comments.
When last I offered this Parker-Hale rifle (from the late Layabout Sailor’s estate), it didn’t get much response. But I can’t just leave it to rot in my safe, so I’ve sweetened the pot, so to speak. Here it is, with the new Pachmayr recoil pad I’d fitted earlier:

As you can see, I’ve added a Bushnell 3-9x50mm scope (Multi-X crosshair reticle), and using some spare Federal Sierra Match King 168gr ammo I had lying around, I took it off to the range to sight it in.

I used a laser sighter (one of those in-barrel thingies) which was almost useless at 50 yards — I could barely see the red dot — so I brought it in to 25 yards just to get the damn thing on paper.
Here was the first target, at 50 yards. The top four scattered shots were my attempt before I did the above, and the three in the bull were the result after bringing it in to 25, getting it zeroed, then taking it back out to 50.

Then I played with the scope a tad, and set it up to shoot about an inch high at 50 yards, thinking that shooting high at 50 would more or less drop the shots into the bull at 100. Here’s what happened with a five-shot string at 50 yards:

Gotta say, that’s not too shabby — and it validates my decision to use proper match ammo instead of the “practice” stuff (PMC 150gr) that I’ve used before.
So here’s the deal.
I’m raffling this lovely rifle off to you, O my Readers. $10 per ticket, no limit on the number of tickets per person, and I’m keeping the raffle open until I get the amount collected up to where I won’t be embarrassed to pass it on to the Widow Irish. (Reminder: I do not benefit financially from any of this. All the money less the shipping cost goes straight to her.)
I have to say that I was sorely tempted just to buy it myself, but I can’t afford the amount I think it’s worth. It is an extraordinary rifle: smooooth action, a light trigger (~5oz pull with hardly any take-up), and the accuracy speaks for itself. It is a rifle I would take into the field or into battle, any day of the week. (Yes I’m prejudiced because Mauser, but even then I can say without reservation that it is the best Mauser action I’ve ever fired.) Those guys at Parker-Hale really knew what they were doing, and still do.
As always, feel free to use any method of payment you wish:
Paper cheques to the sooper-seekrit mailing address:
6009 W Parker Rd
Suite 149-141
Plano TX 75093
Venmo: -at-Kim-DuToit-3
Paypal / Zelle: kim-at-kimdutoit.com
And also as always, many thanks for your assistance.