Go here to read them.
My only quibble is with the second last fact: “The AR-15 is as heavy as 10 boxes that you can move.” Nobody would be stupid enough to say or believe that. I mean, even a girl can carry one.
Tag: Guns and such
My favorite toy
Gratuitous Gun Pic: Savage Model 99
American Rifleman magazine once put the Savage 99 in its list of “Ten Rifles Everyone Should Own“, and while I disagree somewhat with lots a couple of their choices, the Savage 99 is a slam-dunk listing — with one reservation, which I’ll get to in a while. But first, let’s look at this rifle and see what all the fuss is about:
I’m going to make my prejudices known up front. I think the “99” is hands down one of the most beautiful rifles ever made, period. That swooping stock as it leaves the receiver, the way the lever snuggles into the underside of the stock… ooooh, mommy. And if you can find one like mine, with the “schnabel” front stock…
…and that’s before we start talking about the brilliant rotary magazine, which, unlike for some lever rifles we could mention (Winchester, Marlin coff coff ), allows one to load this rifle with pointed (and not be limited to flat- or round-nosed-) bullets.
Which brings me to my only quibble with the 99. While it can handle medium cartridges (.308 Win, .300 Savage, .375 Win etc.), I don’t think the recoil is worth it. My .308 Win model is, honestly, painful to shoot. The angle of the thin stock pushes it right into the soft part of the shoulder, and for me anyway, it’s owie after four or five rounds. I think the perfect cartridges for the 99 are either the .250 Savage, or if you want something a little cheaper, .243 Win. Those, I can shoot (and have shot) all day. (I could have put a soft rubber pad on the rifle but I didn’t because wrong.) But the Savage is not an all-day shooter, anyway. That thin, elegant barrel heats up really quickly, and it will start to whip on you after a dozen rounds or so.
What this exquisite gun is, is a hunter. It’s light, accurate, quick to reload (in my case, about half a second or more quicker than my Mauser 98K), and quite honestly, I can’t think what more one could ask for a deep-woods rifle.
What sets Savage 99 owners apart from the rest is the fact that they love their 99. In the Rifleman article linked above, the writer laments:
I once had a lovely mid-50s Model 99 in .308. It was my favorite Texas whitetail rifle and in a weak moment I traded it for some rifle I can’t even remember. Lesson: Never sell or trade a good gun.
I’m one of those losers, and what I should have done was sell my .308 and immediately got a replacement in .243. But I didn’t because I’m an idiot. I should have just gone without electricity for a couple months…
Because of all this, Savage 99 rifles are relatively scarce, and quite expensive. Their owners don’t want to relinquish them, and anyone who’s ever fired one, let alone hunted with it, will know exactly why.
No More Trophies For You, Matey
I usually email Mr. Free Market and / or The Englishman to tease them about the latest BritGov foolishness — it keeps me busy (because of the volume thereof) and I like getting the return emails, contents of which I cannot share because bloodthirsty / seditious / both. Here’s but one example:
Mr. FM’s response to this idiocy, however, was different:
The government could ban trophy hunting souvenirs after a huge spike in the number of bloodsport mementos being brought back to the UK.
Animal welfare minister Zac Goldsmith said the sport ‘turns my stomach’ as he revealed there will be an urgent consultation over the controversial imports.
It comes after a strong public backlash to trophy hunting after the deaths of animals such as Cecil the lion in 2015, as well as elephants and leopards.
We’ll leave aside the necessity for a government “animal welfare minister” for the moment, and concentrate on Mr. FM’s response:
“Excellent. Given the cost of taxidermy, not to mention the astronomical shipping costs, this ban will just leave me more money to buy tags to shoot more animals*.”
In other words:
Yeah, that’s going to work really well for the BritGov. It’s a classic example of what happens when you want to legislate against something but know fuck-all about the subject.
*I should point out that in most parts of Africa, there are few limits as to how much game you want to shoot; the degree of scarcity drives the price up or down. If you want to shoot another one, you just pay the additional tag fee — which by the way, are nosebleed (see here for typical per-animal tags).
Crossing America – 2019
Time to play this game again.
The Challenge: You have the opportunity to go back in time, arriving on the east coast of North America circa 1650 in the early spring, and your goal is to cross the North American continent, taking as much time as you need. When / if you reach the Pacific coastline, you’ll be transported back to the present day. Your equipment for this journey will be as follows (taken back in the time capsule with you):
— enough provisions for the first five days’ travel
— a backpack containing some clothing essentials
— a winter coat, raincoat and boots
— waterproof sleeping bag
— an axe, and a small sharpening stone
— a box of 1,000 “strike anywhere” waterproof matches
— a portable water filtration system
— a topographic map of North America
— binoculars and a compass
— a current U.S. Army First Aid kit
— ONE long gun (shotgun or rifle) and 800 rounds of ammo (but no scope; and no interchangeable-barrel rifles like a Thompson Center Encore or Blaser; drillings are acceptable, but you still only get 800 rounds of ammo, total)
— ONE handgun (and 1,000 rounds)
— and THREE knives (which can include a multi-tool knife like a Leatherman).
Once there, you’ll be given a horse, a mule and a dog — but apart from that, you’re on your own. Remember you’ll be traveling through deep woods, open prairie, desert and mountains. You may encounter hostile Indian tribes and dangerous animals en route, which should be considered when you answer the following questions (and only these):
1. What long gun would you take back in time with you?
2. What handgun?
3. What knives?
Unlike previous surveys, I’m not going to tabulate the answers; just have at it in Comments. Reasons need not be given, as the choices will pretty much speak for themselves. If you must justify your choices, keep it short (as I have with mine).
Kim’s choices:
Long: Mauser M96 (Swedish) 6.5x55mm. Flat-shooting, manageable recoil, super-reliable, and more accurate than I can shoot it, at any distance.
I’d probably add some kind of peep sight:
Handgun: Ruger Redhawk Stainless in .357 Mag with a 5.5″ barrel and (new from Ruger!) 8-shot cylinder. Indestructible, and in a pinch can be used for hunting.
Knives: Fox 440 bush knife, Anza skinner and Swiss Army Champ (no explanations necessary):
Oh, and by the way, I’d take a sharpened roofing hammer instead of an actual axe:
All the above must assume that I would be forty years younger, and have better eyesight than I have now. At my current age and rickety state, I might as well just give up and lie on the beach on the Atlantic shoreline, eating my provisions and waiting to die…
Over to you, in Comments.
Safe Queens
I’ve talked about this topic before, but I’m not sure I’ve ever told this story here.
Many years ago, a guy heard from a Reader of this website what a sucker I was for WWI- and WWII-era guns, and offered to sell me a brand-new, still-in-the-box, never-been-fired Colt Government 1911 from that time (with Colt certification). As it happened, I was a little flush with cash right then, and after a little pondering (and deciding not to pay down the car debt), agreed to his price. I went over to his house to complete the transaction, and checked it out.
(Not a pic of the actual gun.)
It was a beauty. Needless to say, I was nuzzling it and whispering terms of endearment to it (as one would a new puppy), but I did let it slip that I couldn’t wait to take this beauteous thing from my grandfather’s era out to the range and see how it could shoot.
The seller looked aghast. “You’re going to shoot it?” he asked.
“Hell yes,” was my response.
Whereupon the guy immediately canceled the sale, clearly traumatized that someone was going to take his baby’s virginity.
I told you that tale as an intro to this foolishness:
If you had a supercar, you’d probably drive it, right? Not the three owners of this Ferrari 328 GTS over the last 30 years.
They’ve clocked up a combined- and frankly meagre – 283 miles in total, making this one of the best time-warp examples of an iconic ’80s supercar we’ve seen for some time.
And it could soon be yours, if you have pockets deep enough. That’s because it’s being sold at auction in the UK next month, and the expected purchase fee is set to hit £150,000.
And the accompanying pics (out of several):
Now I have to say that I’m casting lustful eyes upon this beauty, and if those bastards at PowerBall had fulfilled their side of the bargain over the weekend, I’d be winging my way over to Britishland as you read this, letter of credit from Gringotts Bank clutched in my sweaty little hand.
And let me tell you that once I’d got it back Over Here, and after having had it checked and serviced by Giovanni at Boardwalk Ferrari of Plano (yes of course we have a Ferrari/Maserati dealership in Plano — do you even have to ask?), I would turn that 283 miles/30 years into 12,830 miles/30 years+1 month faster than you can say “Scuderia Maranello“. I’m thinking of an epic road trip around the southern states, going from one Ferrari dealership to another (because Ferrari) before the weather turns chilly.
I’ve never understood the concept of “safe queens”, whose possession is so precious that usage is forbidden. As Longtime Friend and Ex-Drummer Knob puts it so elegantly:
“Owning a beautiful car and never driving it in case you lower its value is like having a supermodel girlfriend and never fucking her, just to make her more attractive to her next boyfriend.”
In fact, now that I think of it, I’d not only drive this 328 GTS, I’d invite Knob over to drive it as well. (What the hell, as bandmates, we once shared two girls — not simultaneously — because in those days we both liked the same kind of woman: low moral standards, voluptuous figure and huge breasteses.) I figure we’d each get as much fun out of the 328, so to speak, as we did from Penny and Big Jenny.
Anyway, to wrench this train of thought back from the branch line: I have no time for people who treat machines and tools like investments, even though they can be regarded as such. And as for the Ferrari’s owner/idiot: if he’d plonked the original purchase price of the 328 into a stock index fund (to name but one investment vehicle) thirty years ago, he’d have made far more money than he’s currently going to realize from its sale. Some investment, smart guy.
And in the meantime, that gorgeous car has been wasting away like Rapunzel in the tower.
Fach.
Headline Of The Day
Oh boy, this is priceless:
Beto Goes to Kent State, Argues Only the Government Can Be Trusted With Guns
I know the little Texas twerp is clueless; but how clueless is that?
These socialist turds haven’t yet figured out that in America, threatening to ban a type of gun doesn’t cause us to stop buying it — on the contrary, it makes us run out and buy more of them, in greater number and variety. Even the ladies join in the fun:
And such is the ignorance among college students nowadays, I bet ol’ Beta-boy’s speech was rapturously applauded. Morons.