Category: The Gun Thing

Not just the guns, but all the stuff that goes with them

Self-Evident

Anti-Gun Nannies, The Gun Thing

From some guy in Arizona who gets the idea (of the Second Amendment):

Arizona state Rep. Quang Nguyen (R) used an X post to warn that an American citizenry devoid of guns would soon be a citizenry without freedom of speech and property rights too.

He noted that the Second Amendment “right to keep and bear arms” is the one which upholds and protects all the other freedoms enumerated in the Bill of Rights. A disarmed citizenry would put in jeopardy the ability to control one’s own property, hedged in by the Third Amendment, as well the freedom to exercise rights to privacy and security, hedged in by the Fourth Amendment.

Nguyen warned that, “A disarmed populace is more vulnerable to censorship, unlawful search and seizure, and political oppression.”

Yup, we all know that, but thankee for re-stating the point, sir.

Now here’s a graphic illustration of a non-Second Amendment society:

Never confront burglars. They could be armed. They could be high on drugs. You don’t know anything about them, except that they are in your home. And you want them out.

But don’t just lie there terrified, praying that they won’t come into your bedroom.

The law allows a householder to act in self-defense. But prowling the house is not self-defense. And keeping a weapon by your bed implies premeditated intention to commit assault.

Burglars are not looking for a fight. They just want your valuables, probably so they can sell them to get money for drugs or drink. These days, with so many young people carrying knives or machetes, it’s increasingly likely that an intruder will be armed. But even so, if you go on the attack, the law will label you as the assailant.

Well, maybe.  Maybe the burglar just wants to get your stuff.  On the other hand, maybe your stuff is not what he’s after;  he’s after your life, your wife’s life (or body), your daughter’s life (or body) or your son’s life (or body).  We can debate the point forever, but the plain fact is that the criminal’s motives are unknown to everyone except him.

We — that is, our politicians as well as the public — are aware of that fact, but it appears the British have willfully chosen to bury their heads in the sand.

And the reason that their law is more on the side of the criminal than the victim is, quite simply, because the people have been systematically disarmed by the government, so the government gets to make the decisions on behalf of the public, with the result that the nation of once-Great Britain has been turned into a nation of victims.

Thanks, but no thanks.  We’ve seen what’s happened Over There, and we want no part of it.

We uncultured rubes on this side of The Pond prefer to turn criminals into victims.  And we have the law on our side.

Getting The Blues

Hunting, Vermin

Okay, I never expected to see this:

Swarms of pigs have been found with neon blue skin after ingesting life-threatening pesticides.  

The electric blue-skinned hogs were first reported in Monterey County, California in March when trapper, Dan Burton, discovered several wild pigs with blue fat and muscle.  He told LA Times: “It’s wild. I’m not talking about a little blue. I’m talking about neon blue, blueberry blue.”

The feral swine are thought to have ingested the rat poison from dyed bait or feeding off other infected species.

Wow.  Assuming that all the above is true and not some cock-and-bull story cooked up by The Usual Suspects, I’m not at all sure how to comment.

I’ve never supported using poisoned bait to keep vermin under control, for the same reason that I don’t support fishing with explosives:  a bullet has one intended target, whereas both explosives and poison are simply labeled “To Whom It May Concern” — i.e. it’s indiscriminate targeting.

However:  there are two known facts extant.  The first is that wild pigs are becoming a pest on a national scale.  In Texas, you don’t need a permit to hunt them, and when you do there’s no bag limit, wild pigs being regarded as vermin.  Texas farmers not only allow pig-hunters on their property, they welcome them.

The second fact is that the state of California has the same regard for hunters as landowners have for vermin.  California, more than almost any other state, hamstrings the practice of hunting with all sorts of nonsensical regulations, even in the remotest parts of the state.  So landowners, not wanting to draw attention from the state’s feral bureaucrats and law enforcement, simply use other means to control the population — such as poison.

I’m not saying I agree with the practice, but I sure as hell understand it.

But that pic is still some kind of spooky, innit?

Miss America

Beauty, Drive Time, The Gun Thing

I have to say that I’ve been somewhat dismissive of young Sydney Sweeney before (here and here, scroll down to see).

But then came the American Eagle jeans/genes commercial:

…which had this effect on the Left:


(because rayyyycisssm or something)

…and which had an even-more interesting effect on American Eagle’s stock price:

American Eagle’s stock soared 20 percent this week, sending its market value close to $400 million after a viral backlash from the Left over its “good jeans” ad featuring actress Sydney Sweeney. The iconic American retailer got a significant sales boost after President Donald Trump publicly praised Sweeney, following revelations that she’s a registered Republican.

Wait…she’s a Republican?  Hubba hubba.

Then, just to add to the good stuff, it turns out that young Sydney restores classic cars:

Sydney Sweeney is far from your typical Hollywood star. With global fame and expensive roles under her belt, she’s invested much of that into restoring classic Fords. Like her cherry‑red 1969 Bronco and a Brittany Blue ’65 Mustang dubbed Britney. Unlike most celebrity car stories, hers begins with a floor jack, welding torch, and grease‑caked knuckles. Growing up in a mechanic family in Spokane taught her to dismantle an axle before memorizing lines. She documents these builds on TikTok as Syd’s Garage, blending Hollywood glam with wrench turns.

Sweeny’s not stopping at two Fords. She also owns a 1956 Ford F100, gifted by her grandfather, with original patina and plans for a mild restoration, as well as a Sky‑Blue Fiat 500 Jolly, acquired for $68,500.

What’s most compelling is how she marries Hollywood charm with shop-floor humility. She could easily pay others to source chrome parts, but instead she makes tools vintage co-stars: torque wrenches, sanders, and degreasers. With 1.8 million TikTok followers, she’s not playing dress-up but instead teaching thousands to pick up a socket and learn.

Sweeney’s garage is louder than any red carpet, and her fame is fueled by fuel injectors and vintage shine. She’s not preserving history. She’s reviving it with her own two hands, proving that classic muscle cars, and women, can roar in harmony.

Anyone getting interested by now?  Republican, hot, works on classic cars… what could possibly make her more attractive?

Well, there’s this.

Yup, the young lady is a shooter, and a good one (judging by her times and accuracy).

As one commenter put it, that moves her up from a 10 to a 10,000.

Not being much of a jeans aficionado, I don’t know if American Eagle jeans are any good;  but if they are, be my guest — because the better the company does, the more it’ll make liberal heads explode.

Do it for Sydney.

Gratuitous Gun Pics: Rimfire Revolvers

Gratuitous Gun Pics, The Gun Thing

Yesterday I talked about shooting rimfire .22 ammo in my old age, and specifically the rifles with which to do so.  Well, I promised to talk about the handgun options for the same purposes, and here we are.

I wrote about the pleasures of shooting single-action revolvers some time ago (feel free to go there first to refresh the memory), and specifically, the guns I have already acquired to take care of this need.  Here they are, the Ruger Single-Six Brothers:


(Before anyone asks, I have one in stainless and the other in blue so I can remember which is loaded with which ammo:  SS .22 Mag, Bluey .22 LR.  That way I don’t have to mess with swapping out the cylinders.)  

But what if I want to eschew the hassle of ejecting and reloading the piece one round at a time?  We all know what that means:  double-action revolvers.

Here’s where I have to admit to a shortcoming, so to speak.  Also some time back, I talked about the exquisite S&W Model 48, which is chambered in .22 Mag (once again, feel free to go back in time thence to read my lament at not owning one).  In the Comments to the post, Reader Velocette had this to say:

You too have EARNED the right to make yourself happy. So DO it.

Well, it took me a while, but:

…and allow me to say that with the gun case thus almost-filled, I have had many an enjoyable, nay blissful range session since.

But now we come to the problem:  Alert Readers will notice a gaping hole in the Gun Case Of Bliss, namely, that there is a distinct lack of a .22 double-action revolver in the space provided.  Here’s what it should look like (with a .38 revolver for illustrative purposes only):

…but it leaves me with but one more job:  to pick a decent .22 DA revolver for the task.

Naturally, my first choice is a S&W Model 17 with a 6″ barrel:

…which is dreamy, but its street retail price of just over a grand (!!!!!) pretty much relegates it to “dream” status. I have no cash, in other words, to fund this little dream.

However:  if there’s a Reader out there who happens to have a Model 17 as above* in decent nick and would entertain a swap for some boomstick of equal desirability… email me and let’s talk.  (As always, north Texas Readers will get preference so the exchange can be made in the time-honored Texas fashion.)

And before anyone asks, yes I have the “.22 semi-auto” option already covered, thankee.

*The Model 63 stainless would also be perfectly acceptable.

So hie thee to thine Gunne Sayfes, and let me know.

Finishing The Job

Hunting, Science!

This is interesting:

Burmese pythons, one of the world’s largest snakes, are also one of the most problematic invasive species in South Florida. First spotted in the Florida Everglades in the 1970s, the snakes were introduced, either accidentally or intentionally, through the exotic pet trade.

Since then, pythons have become top predators in the local food ecosystem. Despite the fact that they now exist throughout much of South Florida, they remain difficult to track down. That means researchers and conservationists need to find creative ways to lure them out into the open. 

And by creative, we mean really creative—and University of Florida (UF) researchers clearly understood the assignment.

Researchers led by UF professor of wildlife ecology and conservation Robert McCleery have released 40 solar-powered, remote-controlled robot bunnies in South Florida this month. The researchers replaced the plush toy’s stuffing with motors and heaters to imitate the motions and body temperatures of one of pythons’ favorite snacks: marsh rabbits.

I’m no professor of anything, but it seems to me that these boffins are missing a trick, here.  It’s all very well to “lure” these giant worms out into the open, but it’s pretty much useless when it comes to actually killing the loathsome creatures.

My suggestion:  a small explosive charge — it doesn’t have to be greater than, say, that of a large bottle rocket — inserted into the robo-bunnies, triggered by pressure on the outer frame.  This will do one of two things:  blow the snake’s head off when/if it bites the bunny;  or else blow the snake apart when it crushes the thing prior to ingestion.  Either outcome is satisfactory.

Of course, this will never happen because reasons.

Gratuitous Gun Pic: CZ 457 Lux

Gratuitous Gun Pics

Several years ago, Mr. Free Market and I were talking about guns — yeah, no surprises there — while sitting around an open fire in the garden behind the guest house while — surprise, surprise — drinking the occasional whisky.

One of the topics was:  if you’re facing retirement and decide that your shooting life thereafter is going to be only rimfire, which rifle would you choose as your final shooting companion?

As I recall, Mr. FM’s choice was the Anschutz 1712 HB (he hates set triggers), and I can’t argue with his choice except to note that said rifle retails for nearly $3,000.  (Being one of the Landed Gentry / Filthy Rich Set, he doesn’t concern himself with silly things like price.)

All jokes aside, one could only agree with him — Anschutz make wonderful rifles, and that thing positively screams “one-hole groupings, all day and every day”.

I can’t remember what my choice was — I think it was the CZ 457, which is a far better rifle than I am a rifleman — but I was thinking about the topic on my own the other day;  not in front of a fire, but certainly with the occasional single-malt in hand, and I thought:  “Why only one rimfire rifle?”

Well, that led me down a rabbit hole (the usual one) and I came up with this idea:  not just one CZ 457, but two of the lovely things — chambered in .22 LR and .22 Win Mag:

I cannot say exactly why I love the .22 Winchester Magnum Rimfire (WMR) cartridge so much, but I do.  And the fact that the price of the two above rifles combined is less than $1,500… well, I think you get my point.

That’s not to say that my existing .22 pair (Marlin 880 SQ and 882 SSV) is anything to sneeze at:

…and for a combined price of about $600, if memory serves correctly, they too are far more accurate than I can shoot them.

Yet there’s still a small voice inside my head that whispers evil thoughts to me…

Tomorrow I’ll talk about the .22 handguns.