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Minor Hassle No More

Gun/Ammo Tests, The Gun Thing

Following on from Saturday’s post about my revolver range session, I went off to the local Merchants Of Death Collective (Mesquite Gun Show) to see if I could rectify two problems identified at that session:  getting some decent (fuller) wooden grips for the Model 10, and replenishing my depleted .38 Special ammo supply.  I thought that the first might be difficult, the second easy.  Au contraire, mes amis.

The grips took me about 15 minutes to find (among about 700 tables):

Old:

New:

Much better, innit?  Can’t wait to get back to the range now, except that I don’t have any cheap ammo to shoot.  So I looked around for ammo vendors.

And here’s where the problems began.

Five big ammo dealers were at the show, so one would think…. but no.  If you were looking for 5.56 Poodleshooter or 7.62 Commie, you’d have had no problem.  Good grief:  it looked like the Army was having a clearance sale.  Ditto 9mm Europellet and all manner of similar teeny handgun ammo (e.g. .380, .327 etc.) were proudly displayed in bulk.

.38 Special?  Hardly any.  (And what was there wasn’t what I was looking for anyway.)  As I mentioned, I have plenty of defensive loads in .38 Spec and .38 +P — the goblin antidote — but I’m out of range ammo.  What I’m looking for, in fact, is something like this:

The cowboy stuff is what’s known as a “bunny-fart” load, and it’s both inexpensive (~ 45c/round) and pleasant to shoot because of the lighter bullets.  (Yeah, it’s lead flat nose and not copper-clad, but I clean my guns quite frequently so not a problem.)  The Winchester is ubiquitous, and a little cheaper.

And both are readily available online, except that shipping (for only 200 rounds) adds about $50 to the total, making it… [errr carry the three]  82c/round (?????!!!!).  The hell with that.

SGA Ammo sells the Winchester for a decent price, but you have to buy the jillion-round box to get free shipping.  Philosophically, I don’t have a problem with a bulk purchase (because duh), but financially… ugh.

Let’s see what they sell for locally.

One final note:  it seems as though revolvers are heading for a shrinking market (that would be Olde Pharttes like me)

…because all the new shooters seem to be enthralled by the gangsta/operator Glocks and SIGs and what have you, and not by wheelguns.  And so once-ubiquitous calibers like .45 Colt and .38 Spec are, it seems, being pushed to the sidelines and rapidly becoming unavailable.  Which means that we members of the Ancient Revolver Shooting Club need to buy MOAR .38 Spec.

Duly noted.

Monday Funnies

Funny Stuff

And a word from our Classics Department:

On with the show, which today is mostly of a political nature:

“What’s a Killdozer, Kim?”

And speaking of Red America:

So if you are going outside, my ginger lady friends, it’s best to cover up:

Classic Beauty: Gia Scala

Classic Beauty

Italian name, played a Greek woman in The Guns Of Navarone… all very exotic except that Gia was actually born in Liverpool, to a Sicilian father and Irish mother, with the family name of Scoglio.  But nobody really cares what she was called, because:

And in the Navarone movie, where she’s exposed [sic] as a traitor:

Speaking of exposure:

It didn’t end well for our girl;  she was a victim of Teh Booze And Drogges, and she died of an overdose thereof at age 38.

What a waste.

No Hassles, Just Fun

Gun/Ammo Tests, The Gun Thing

Yesterday, I decided that my range time was going to be of the “no fiddling, no hassles” sort — i.e. no adjusting sights, fiddling with scopes, etc., and definitely no malfunctions of the misfeed / bad ejection genre.

You know what that means, right?

Yup… that would be S&W Time, and only .357 Mag and .38 Special ammo needed for the trip, thank you.

And yes, I had an awful lot of fun and yes, it turned out to be a very long session.  In fact, I had so much fun that I actually blew through every last round of my .38 Special practice ammo — I mean, there’s none left in Ye Olde Ammoe Locquere at all.  (Ten guesses where I’ll be over the weekend…)

(I know, it’s not as cheap as buying online but then again, there aren’t any horrible $$$$hipping charges either.  And I need a couple of odds and sods of a gunny nature anyway, so…)

Things learned while having fun:

1) I need to put some beefier grips on the little Model 10.  When I tried some one-handed single-action drills, I damn nearly dropped the gun it turned so much in my hand.  I’m looking for something in wood, like these:

2) I’m done shooting .357 Mag out of a 4″ barrel.  Maybe it’s age, or maybe I’m just sick of being beaten up by a damn boolet, or both.  So all the .357 Mag ammo has been banished to the back of the Locquere until I get a lever rifle thus chambered, or else a revolver with a 6″ or even 8″ barrel.  Even the bedside gun (the shiny one) has been loaded with .38+P.

3) I really need to practice more with my revolvers.  I’ve been spending so much time with rifles recently that I felt like a frigging amateur when at last I put a revolver in my hand:  don’t even ask me how badly I shot the double-action drills.  In fact, I ended up shooting more accurately and more consistently towards the end of the session, when I did the single-hand (left- and right) drills — because by then I’d re-familiarized myself with the trigger pulls of each gun.  I was embarrassed b my performance;  in fact, as I told Mr. Free Market, my target looked like somebody had been having blunderbuss practice.

So:  gun show over the weekend, followed by MOAR RANGE TIME next week.

It could be worse;  I could be living in Southern California or New York.

News Summary

Bad News


...I’m pretty sure Cardinal Richelieu would like a word...

Feds cancel ‘partnerships’ with groups that oppose
Trump administration’s policies 
...and it’s taken you how long to do this?


...like they don’t already have that.  But what does J-Lo have to do with Teh Gheyz?


...aaahhh, now all is explained.

And in other Freak Show News:

Trans Pedophile Who Made Sadistic
Porn with His Daughter, 7, Demands
Freedom to Conduct Nude Occult
Rituals in His Women’s Prison 
...ummm what was that middle bit, again?

As Kenny posted:

And in Sports News:



Also: “chaos in Mexico”?  Who’d a thunk?

Screaming Down Abuse From Valhalla

Pussification Parade, Wokism

So the Norwegian World Cup football team did a little publicity thing, posing as Vikings as a nod to their fierce, manly heritage:

Personally, I thought it was excellent stuff, well worth hearkening back to their storied heritage and national pride.

But you know what happened next, don’t you?  Predictably, this:

The response to their creative send-off has split opinion in Norway, with woke critics arguing against the aesthetic due to the Vikings’ large-scale raiding, colonizing, pillaging and raping throughout their dominant era. 

The images were ‘chauvinistic and exclusionary’, according to journalist Markus Slettholm of the newspaper Morgenbladet. 

And he went even further in an interview with NRK, saying it is ‘reminiscent of what neo-Nazis were concerned about ten years ago’.

Jane Haug Skjoldli, a researcher and Norwegian academic recently argued that the Norway kits for the World Cup could be seen as ‘hyper-masculine and right-wing extremist’.

The shirts have rune-like writing on the back and Skjoldli said elements of it are ‘unfortunate and typical of neo-Nazi and fascist symbolic language’.

Of course, how triggering for the fainting goats on the Left.  The fact that all these Bad Things happened, sheesh, over a thousand years ago has no effect on the tender sensibilities of today’s hyper-weenies.

Here’s one for the Norwegian team:  guys, when you’re done with the World Cup, sail a longboat or two back into Oslo, do a little Viking pillaging and fire at the Morgenblatt  building, and feel free to assuage yer base Viking instincts on Wossname Scolding or whatever her name is.  (I don’t know what the Viking term is for “pulling the train”, but whatever.)

And if she’s ugly — I’m taking no bets, here — just do it for spite.

That noise you hear will be cheering and laughter from your ancestors in Valhalla.