2005 | The Bull Speaks!

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What a hell-of-a-nice day!

The temperature here reached 70 degrees on Tuesday, with tons of sunshine to boot. (Even now, at 3:30 AM, it is 60 degrees!) It was a day not to be wasted by anyone, so off I went to the Pascagoula DCM range with two rifles, a revolver, and two repainted mil-surplus ammo boxes fully loaded. It being Tuesday I knew I’d not be alone. The Old Farts Club was out in force enjoying the day and burning a few hundred .22 long rifle rounds. The occassional .30-30 or .257 Roberts round not withstanding, Tuesday is the day for rimfire shooting down at the 200 meter line. I seemed to fit right in carrying my Dad’s old .22 cal. Marlin 39A, (which pre-dating the gold trigger and micro-groove rifling by decades), as well as my Winchester Trapper and Ruger New Vaquero – both in .45 Colt.

I plinked a bit at ‘targets of opportunity’, (i.e.: bits of clay birds on the 50m berm), with the old .22 while waiting on a break in the really long range action at the far end of the line. A couple of our boys in uniform were up there shooting at the 600 meter and 1000m lines. It actually sounded quite nice. The regular crack of a rifle followed a second later by the deep ringing of a gong far away… Anyhoo, I finally got a chance to post targets and set up my chonograph. You see, I was on a mission to finally finish the velocity end of a load developement project for my .45 Colt chambered weapons – and so I did! First up was the Ruger New Vaquero and the handgun testing of several loads I had tried out in the Winchester last month. All used a Beartooth 280gr. WFN-GC cast bullet over varying amounts, (9.4 to 10.2 grains), of Accurate #5 powder. The maximum recommended load was given to me by Beartooth’s founder, Marshall Stanton. I have to admit that I was somewhat concerned using this load in my ‘baby’, but it turned out that Marshal new what he was talking about. The load, even at 10% below the recommended powder level, was supremely accurate in the Trapper, and fairly so in the RNV. I think with some tweaking the load will be a dandy for hunting purposes. Especially on big tusker hogs.

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The real eye-opener for me today was the 265gr. WFN-GC Cast Performance load. Once I got my velocity data I set about seriously seeing what I could do on a target. Turns out that there may be hope for my old shooting ability after all! Oh, I never was a Davy Crockett, but I’ve made my share of fine shots over the years and have won my share of local matches. Still, I’m kinda proud of the groups I fired with this load. Especially considering my health and how long it’s been since I’ve had real practice. Not to mention the fixed sights on the Ruger and iron sights (though peep) on the Winchester.
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Still, for those that say the .45 Colt can’t be accurate I see these targets as proof otherwise. Notice the two holes on the right side of the rifle target. That is a load using two .451″ round balls loaded into a .45 Colt case over 6 grains of Unique powder. The round was fired at 25 meters before I moved the target stand back to 50 meters. It appears that the load pulls to the left badly as I was actually aiming at the target mounted to the right of this one! However, I flinched badly, I admit, so it may not pull as bad as it seems. That dual-ball load clocked at 750 ft. per sec. Firing six rounds and hitting twelve. Hmmm…. That has possibilities. Think I’ll load up 25 more rounds or so and work on this line some more.

There is something about shootist and the brotherhood thereof. In no way can I be considered a “normal looking” fellow. Not with a shaved head, tattoos, and the piercings. Yet I show up at a range populated by military personel and retirees and I’m accepted without pause or a second look. I promise, that doesn’t happen on the street. Good people, shootist. Got kids? Teach them respect of life and how to shoot safely. Then take them shooting and hunting – often.

Until later,
Omar, out.  End of Article

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It’s Yule. The longest night of the year, and a Pagan holy day. I hope you and yours have had a happy and relaxing Yuletide and wish my Christian readers a very Merry Christmas.

We too exchange gifts and my bride, Lady Beth, out-did herself by gifting me a new case tumbler for my soon-to-be-built reloading bench. She happens to work in a pet store so I also have a source for cheap media for said tumbler. Both crushed walnut shells and ground corn cobs can be purchased in varying quanities very cheaply. When it comes to my purchasing habits, cheap = good. I’ll have the new tumbler in operation tomorrow night. Walnut shells are better for cleaning and corn cob is better at the polishing end of the scale. Either can be ‘doped’ with a polishing compound if needed or desired. My plan is to keep both medias on hand and change then out as needed. A handy bucket will serve for holding the media not in use at the time. I’m going to take a shot at cleaning and polishing without adding chemical compounds. Seems that if I can avoid adding any possible contaminates to my loads, then so much the better. In the future I may purchase an extra bowl for the tumbler and give moly-coating bullets a try. I currently only shoot guns chambered for the ancient-but-potent .45 Colt. I’m also cursed with too much time on my hands, so the extra tumbling time to clean the cases I expect is of no real concern.

Now that I’m back into target shooting, (a means of getting back into the outdoors despite my disabilities), I’m becoming more eager each day for a good shooting, medium-to-long range rifle/cartridge combination. That is where the title of this post comes to the forefront. Good Gods! Have you seen the possibilities out there?! Literally thousands of rifle/cartridge combinations are possible. Now, some can be culled right off the bat. The heavy recoiling cartridges are not usable by this child anymore due to the implants in my neck and the weakened spinal column. That also cans most of the new magnums as well. No loss, really. I’ve never been a big fan of the latest, greatest, over-bore calibers that burn pounds of powder like teenagers burn cash. I’m one of those that puts more faith in bullet placement than sheer speed and power when it comes to rifle shooting. One notable exception is the fine old .45-70 Gov’t. Power and accuracy – even at extreme ranges. Man, I wish I could afford a heavy barrelled falling block rifle chambered in that round with enough overall weight to make it tolerable to my back! Back in the day I promised myself a .45-70 Marlin Guide Gun. Guess that is one promise I’ll have to break.

On a side note, handguns I see somewhat differently from rifles. With the relatively low velocities for even the magnum handgun cartridges, the added energy of a hulking chunk of lead and the massive wound channels of large caliber, (.40 or better), is required in handgun rounds for quick stops of game – or attacking sub-human thugs. Add that train of thought to my love of things that work as advertised & all things old, and it is easy to understand my facination with the old .45 Colt and its 20th Century cousin, the .45 ACP. Model 1911s… Yum. I’ve got to have one one of these days! Mom, keep you son in mind. (She has a Colt Commander I polished out many years ago.)

Getting back on topic, I see that I’m going to be limited to the lower case sizes. While I’m still doubting that I’ll ever hunt big game again I’d like to keep the option open. That more or less scratches the wee cases of the lower end of the scale – like the .223 Rem., the .22-250, the exciting new .204 Ruger, and my old favorite T/C Contender round – the .22 Hornet. Another fly in the ointment is my distaste for the norm. I like things slightly different from what is normally seen on the range. That rules out the old stand-bys like the .30-06, the .308 Win., and the .270 Win. What does that leave us? Still a huge pile of possibilities! I think if I limit my choices to the .25, the 6.5mm, the .270 and the 7mm calibers I’m getting closer. Let’s look at those in more detail…

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I’m seriously tired. Too tired to write much at the moment.

This I will say: I wish each and every Reader a very Happy Yuletide, a Merry Christmas, or [insert your holiday name here].

I do have a bunch to write about, but it will have to wait. I need sleep and today is also “Maw-Maw Day” and that mean great food always. Today also means Christmas cookies!

Until tonight,

Omar, out.  End of Article

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First, it looks like my long-time friend, Nancy Gail, is coming to visit us on Thursday evening. Plans are for her to stay both Thursday night and Friday night before heading on to Texas to see her parents for the holidays.

Now I find that another dear friend has her own blog – and the scoundrel didn’t even send a note out about it! Silly Lizard! You shoulda known I’d find it eventually! I’ve linked to you as well.

Tomorrow is “Maw-Maw Day“, (That means gooooood food!), and I might get to go to the PDCM range today provided the rain holds off. Seems this week is turning out very nice indeed!

Omar, out!  End of Article

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Some things tend to just simply get under my skin. For example, such shyte as is written below – an article from Sunday’s Mobile Register concerning our Alabama boys now fighting in Iraq. They went over there as the 4th Alabama, but now due to some regular Army paper-pushers they can’t wear the 4th Alabama tabs! What gives?

I’m asking every Alabama reader of this blog with so much as an ounce of pride to contact Senators Jeff Sessions and Richard C. Shelby, and your Representatives in the House, and ask them what they are doing to clip some of this red tape and get those 4th Alabama tabs back on the shoulders of our fighting men! While you’re at it, tell those politicians to start honestly looking into the Dept. of Veteran’s Affairs.

Sunday, December 11, 2005
By MIKE MARSHALL
Register Editor
CAMP SCANIA, Iraq — They fought at Seven Pines, Second Manassas, Antietam, Gettysburg and The Wilderness.

In 1916, they skirmished with Pancho Villa’s bandits along the Mexican border. They were at the Battle of Marne during World War I and the Battle of the Philippines during World War II.

The Alabama National Guard’s 167th Infantry Battalion, originally known as the 4th Alabama, was activated again in 1951, broken up into smaller units and sent to fight in the Korean War.

Now, it’s in Iraq, adding to the list of campaigns that new recruits learn to rattle off by heart.

Only Company A of the 167th was officially mobilized for Iraq, but in order for the unit to reach the requisite 145 men, soldiers had to be drawn from the 167th’s Companies B and C as well. Most of them volunteered. Company A is now an eclectic bunch, representing Alabama National Guard armories in Valley, Heflin, Pelham, Cullman, Childersberg and Talledega.

Each man — for women are not permitted in infantry companies — came over here wearing a small crescent patch on his left shoulder that said “4th Alabama,” the unit’s regimental designation up until 1917.

But they wear it no more. The Army’s legendary bureaucracy has caught up with this war: The patches have been removed, officially proscribed due to a lack of proper paperwork.

The problem started in July, when Staff Sgt. Will Moore, 45, of Birmingham took a break from the fighting to go to a five-day class called “Locating Land Mines” at Camp Liberty in Baghdad. He was standing at the chow hall’s salad bar when a regular Army sergeant major called him over to his table. Here’s how Moore described the encounter:

“He said, ‘What are you doing wearing that unauthorized tab?’ and I said, ‘What are you talking about? This is our unit tab and all of us wore it over here,’ and he said, ‘You will either take that tab off or you will go to jail,’ and I said, ‘I’m sorry, but I am proud of my unit: I don’t want to disobey an order, but I’m not going to take it off.’”

As the dining hall argument escalated, military police were called. Moore finally agreed to remove 4th Alabama from his uniform until he finished the class and got off the post. He was no longer free to wear it at Camp Liberty.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

“Next thing we know, it came down through channels that no one was to wear the 4th Alabama tab,” said Moore. “It was depressing to the men. I’ve been with this unit for about six years now and there’s a lot of pride that goes with that tab.”

Staff Sgt. Bobby “Skip” Griffin, 44, now keeps the banned patch hidden beneath a pocket flap.

“After we were over here for a while, we heard that the insurgents knew to look out for the ‘4th Alabama’ tab,” said Griffin. “I guess they developed a respect for it.”

Back at home, Griffin is a full-time Guard employee at the armory in Cullman, where he repairs everything from pistols to howitzers. He and his wife, Chris, a dental hygienist, have two sons: Jacob Forest Griffin, 13, and Jeb Stuart Griffin, 11.

As you might guess from those names, Griffin is a Civil War re-enactor, although he doesn’t call it “the Civil War.” For him, it’s “the War Between the States,” or, with a broader grin, “The War of Northern Aggression.”

He and historians trace the Alabama National Guard’s 167th Infantry Battalion back to the renowned regiment that fought in the Civil War. The 4th Alabama became a National Guard unit in 1911 and it was renamed the 167th Infantry Battalion at the start of World War I, as regiments went out of fashion.

Pride in the 4th Alabama transcends race. Staff Sgt. Moore is black, as are a lot of the men in the 167th. All the soldiers want their tab back.

Asked if the 4th Alabama’s Civil War years diminished his enthusiasm, Moore’s response was immediate.

“That tab celebrates the unit’s military achievements — all through its history,” he said. “Now here we are, black and white together, and we are representing all of Alabama. That says something.”

Moore lives in Birmingham with his wife, Lola Moore, an assistant manager at the Home Depot in Fairfield. Between the two of them, they have six children, “our Brady Bunch,” as Moore calls them.

Capt. Butch Beach, commander of Company A, said that the unit has been certified as deserving of the designation 4th Alabama, but failed to file the required paperwork when its members began wearing the tab a good 20 years ago. They recently addressed that omission, applying to the Army’s Institute of Heraldry for authorization.

“Last I heard, they’re pushing up all the paperwork through appropriate channels, but I would assume that it’s going to take awhile,” said Beach.

As irritated as his men were over the enforced removal of their patches, they had bigger things to worry about.

Until about a month ago, they were encamped just south of Baghdad in the “Triangle of Death,” maintaining security around the hostile farming villages of Mahmadiyah, Yousefiya and Lutafiya.

Most of the 167th’s soldiers assigned to Humvee patrols know firsthand the shock of a roadside bomb blast. Four of them were sent home to recover from wounds. Purple Hearts were earned by 14 of the soldiers.

Here’s just a taste of what they experienced, as recounted by 1st Lt. Leo Deason, 40, a firefighter and paramedic for the city of Homewood.

“The villagers up in that area didn’t want to be seen as cooperating with us in any way,” he said Friday. “If they did that, they’d be executed.”

One brutally hot July morning, he and his men pulled five decomposing bodies out of what they called “IED Canal” because of all the Improvised Explosive Devices planted nearby. “Their hands had been tied and they’d been blindfolded, each one shot in the back of the head.”

The soldiers placed the rank corpses into body bags. “We just wanted them to get a decent burial,” he said.

They left them for an Iraqi Army unit that was supposed to collect the villagers’ remains for burial later that day.

“But they never showed up, so another platoon from Georgia went out to retrieve the body bags next morning. One of the soldiers was about to lift up a bag when he spotted ‘det cord’ inside it. That saved his life.”

The detonation cord was tethered to two 155 mm howitzer rounds.

Deason lives in Trussville with his wife, Monica; their son, Jeremy, a student at Jefferson Davis Community College; and their daughters: Jaclyn, Marleigh, and Savannah, students at Hewitt-Trussville High School and Hewitt-Trussville Middle School. Deason has spent 17 years in the regular Army and Guard.

About a month ago, the 167th moved from those harrowing neighborhoods south of Baghdad to more tranquil duty. They are in charge of maintaining security at Camp Scania, a giant truck stop that is about a 90-minute drive south from Baghdad.

Now, they live just on the edge of “The Badlands.” Convoys heading north from here travel only at night. Soldiers on convoys coming south heave huge sighs of relief once they reach Scania: They are rarely attacked as they press on toward Kuwait.

In addition to manning the gates and guard towers at Scania, the soldiers patrol Shumali, a largely friendly village of 25,000 a few miles from camp. Thursday, they inspected polling stations to be used in parliamentary elections on Dec. 15. In coming days, they will help the local Iraqi police secure those voting places with concertina wire.

Come election day, the 167th will be on standby at its camp in case trouble develops in the village.

Happy to be away from Baghdad, soldiers of the 167th mostly credit the leadership of Capt. Beach for their survival up north near Baghdad.

The son of Butch and Virginia Beach of Moody, Beach worked as an ROTC instructor at the University of Alabama at Birmingham when the 167th was called up. A reserved, smooth-complexioned 30-year-old, he looks like he could be kid brother to most of the 167th’s soldiers.

Beach commands with a quiet authority — “except for when he gets mad,” as one of his soldiers put it. He’s uniformly respected.

“I’ve spent a total of 13 years full-time in the Army, and he’s the best commander I’ve had,” said Staff Sgt. Glenn Smith, 33, of Alabaster. “He is very detail-oriented, and that drives us crazy sometimes. We trained harder than anybody when we were getting ready to come over. Other units would be taking the day off; we’d still be working.”

You might expect “weekend warriors” of the National Reserve and Guard to be assigned to support roles over here. But most of the Alabama Guard units I have visited over the past couple of years have never been far from the fight.

As Lt. Col. Scott Gedling, commander of Mobile’s 711th Signal Battalion when it was deployed here, memorably put it back in 2004:

“The Army knows that when Alabama boys get shot at, they’re going to shoot back.”

(Readers can e-mail Mike Marshall, editor of the Mobile Register, at mmarshall@mobileregister.com. He also may be contacted by regular mail at P.O. Box 2488, Mobile AL 36652.)

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First off, I wasn’t there. Secondly, I’m a hard-ass. So…

Rigoberto Alpizar, “uttered threatening words that included a sentence to the effect that he had a bomb,” said James E. Bauer, agent in charge of the Federal Air Marshals field office in Miami. He was confronted by air marshals but ran off the aircraft.

Doyle said the marshals went after him and ordered him to get down on the ground, but he did not comply and was shot when he apparently reached into the bag. [from: Fox New Online]

… I ain’t got any – repeat:”ANY” – sympathy for the dumb bastard. Yeah, I said ‘dumb’. I know he was bi-polar, but the ‘dummy’ wasn’t taking his meds, was he? (According to his widow.) Then, he had the total lack of sense as to say the “B”-word on an airplane. To top it off, he ran, failed to comply, and reached into a bag! He was dead when he hit the ground.

Moron.

Just as well that he was removed from the gene-pool. Who knows… perhaps he’ll be nominated for a 2005 Darwin Award.

And now I hear that this idiot’s family *may* attempt to sue the airline and Homeland Security for his death. Good luck, Dingleberries! You have not got a leg to stand on, and I for one back the Air Marshal completely. THAT is what we train them for, and THAT is what we pay them for – to protect us from terrorist and other nutjobs on airplanes. (By the way, boys: Good Shooting!)

Omar, out!  End of Article

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It never fails. Not even once.

The instant I think I’ve come across something I will enjoy, I fnd that some group of tree-hugging Left-wing Liberal nutjobs has decided it is something the planet Earth could do without.

Let’s see…

  • Hunting & shooting modern weapons? Nope. Can’t do that because “guns are bad”.
  • Ok, switch to hunting and shooting with flintlocks. No way! I might use that black powder for nefarious purposes.
  • Camping. That’s an “Earth-friendly” idea, right? Wrong! I can’t be trusted to not leave trash around or might burn down California. (Hmmm…. {evil grin})
  • I know! Fishing. No, PETA says I’d be murdering my brother, the trout. (Dan was a lot of things, but a cold fish he wasn’t!)
  • Home-schooling our Rug-Rats. Nada. That would make me one of those elitist Republicans trying to gain Federal support of religious schools via a voucher program. (I’m home-schooling the munchkins anyway! Eat my shorts. Er… when I wear any, that is…)
  • This bloody list could be endless, but it is just past 4 AM Mobile-time I’ll stop right here.

The thing that set off this wee tirade occurred when I thought to look online for a few simple craft projects I could do with the kids during our evil home-schooling hours. Since I have just completed a PVC target stand (Plans & pics to be posted soon!) for use in a couple of my politically INCORRECT activities, I thought that perhaps a couple of flower box stands and a set of shelves made of the easy-to-use PVC piping would do the trick. Using a PVC cablesaw, the twins – Jack & Anthony(Bug) – could make the cuts for me. One on each end of the cable. Safe, fun, and educational. (You know… measuring, marking, motor skills, etc.)

Damn me if I didn’t get jumped on by yet another Liberal bunch of morons. This time it is Greenpeace. Turns out that they are on a crusade to rid Earth of PVC and many other plastics! Seems that many chemicals are used in the manufacture of plastics, (Say it ain’t so, Ma!), and that we could be using other, more “green friendly” construction materials – like wood.

Wood? WOOD! Hell no! We can’t use wood.
Haven’t you heard of the Spotted Owl?

Omar, out!  End of Article

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Since Lady Beth was working open-to-close at B&B Pet Stop yesterday I decided to keep the van and drive over to the rifle range for a bit and burn some powder. My eldest, Clancy wanted to shoot a bit too, so she tagged along.

Right away we knew we had problems. Not bugs this time, but rather the wind. It was dead out of the East and speeding along at 10 to 15 knots at times. We posted a cardboard backed target, set up the chronograph and got busy.

Clancy took up the old .22 caliber Marlin 39A her grandpa bought in 1952 and proceeded to shoot some fine shots. Her tally at long range was pretty fine as well – despite the wind. I sincerely hope she takes up shooting as a sport. The girl has real promise as a competative shootist. Very shortly the cardboard backing failed in the face of such a strong wind. The particular stand I used only holds the target backing at the bottom. Plans are in the works for a full-framed PVC target stand with a weighted base.

NOTE: Loads listed below are safe in my guns with the listed components, but may not be in yours! Use common sense when reloading and reduce all loads by 10% and work up slowly! Use your reloading manual and an accurate scale. I’m not responsible for damage or injury if you blow your gun or yourself to the moon.

I decided that I’d work on accuracy later and would simply chronogragh a few .45 Colt loads using both the Winchester Trapper and the Ruger New Vaquero. One of the loads was a Hornady .454 soft swaged RNFP over 5.8 grains of the new Trail Boss powder. I have to say that I was impressed. The powder seemed to burn cleanly and completely. The average velocity of the 255 grain bullet was 825 ft/sec out of the 16 inch carbine barrel and 679 ft/sec from the Ruger’s 4.6 inch barrel.
For those that might care, I only use CCI primers, (These were the standard large pistol, not magnum.), and Starline brass, (nickel plated for the “carry” ammo.). Recoil was soft even for the .45 Colt and while not fired at an “offical” target, the gongs 50 yards down range were ringing with amazing regularity. This should be a fine low-energy smokeless Cowboy action load. Oh yeah, no leading problems in either gun! Seems Hornady’s lube works as advertised.

Next I opened the top on a box of 250 grain Speer Gold Dot hollowpoints in Starline nickel-plated cases and my usual CCI Lg. Pistol primers. The charge was 7.8 grains of Unique per Speer’s recommendation. From the carbine this load ran along at an average of 1079 ft/sec, generating about 647 ft/lbs of energy. Out of the revolver I got a rather nice 943 ft/sec and calculated 494 ft/lbs of energy. This is plenty of velocity to open up the big “flying ashtray” hollowpoint slug. Again, no formal target – yet. Nevertheless, the handy gongs rang out loud at 50 yards. This will be my carry ammo for the Ruger. Up to this point I’ve carried the factory-loaded 225 grain Winchester Silver-Tip. While very accurate in group size, it shoots low. My Ruger seems to like heavier bullets.

I also ran a few rounds loaded with Beartooth’s 280 grain WFN-GC bullets over various amounts of Accurate #5 powder through the Trapper. The loads ranged from 9.4 to 10.2 grains in .2 grain increments. I’ve not yet completed the calculations, but it appears that this bullet/powder combo is capable of moving that big slug out of the 16 inch carbine barrel at around 1050 ft/sec. That ain’t bad in anyone’s book! Should push that massive flat point end-to-end through a heavy tusker hog. I’ve not fired these loads in the Ruger yet either. I’m saving that for when my shooting gloves arrive as I expect there will be much recoil from that 4.6 inch barreled revolver!

Until the next Range Day,
Omar, out!  End of Article

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Only the flaming idiots over at PETA could come up with this horse shit…

First, all you Dads out there are blood-thirsty monsters who get off on hooking and gutting fish. PETA is telling your kids this in comic books and then adding that the kid’s dog or cat is next on your hit-list.

I shit you not. This is for real!

Moms of America, you are not left out either. You are murderers. After all, you serve meat to your kids and are forcing them to be cannibals by serving them meat. Now, my nickname may be “Bull”, but last I checked the ol’ family tree there wasn’t a Holstein or Angus in the herd.

‘Nary a trout, crab, nor bird either!

But wait! There is more!

The mindless morons are also using the “Bird Flu” to convince people to go vegitarian. No kidding. PETA staged a small demonstration on Nov. 9th outside Agriculture Department headquarters with banners telling people, “Bird Flu Kills: Go Vegetarian.”

[sarcasm on]
Oh! I’m scared!
I need comfort food. Quick! Fry me up some bacon, Lady Beth! I’ll have some cheese, too. And a glass of cold fresh milk to wash it down with…
[sarcasm off]

Gods above! Save us from bleeding-heart, left-wing Liberals and their mindless tree-hugger flunkies!

Omar, out.  End of Article

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Finally got to take my new Winchester Trapper .45 Colt carbine to the range yesterday. Since I bought the thing I’ve installed a full set of Marble’s sights, (1/16″ ivory bead front, a folding rear, and a tang mounted peep.), bore-scoped the barrel, slugged it, and got to working up loads.

Along comes Hurricane Katrina and puts 9 feet of water onto the range, pretty well wrecking the facilities.

Finally, weather, family duties, and health come together to allow me a chance to shoot. So with Lady Beth riding along, I headed to the range. First thing to do was to work on the folding rear sight. I double checked my measurements with a micrometer to assure I had everyting centered in the slots on both front and rear dovetails, loaded up with factory-equiv. 255gr. Beartooth RNFP, and took a shot at 25 yards to see where we were…

The first ever shot hit one half an inch to the left off dead center. Now that is lucky! Fired two more to check. These two tore the bullseye out of the paper. No adjustments needed here! I figure the folding blade will be used in the brush and in close on hog hunts, (if I ever get back into the woods…). Dead on at 25 yds is just dandy. Five more rounds didn’t do much but make the hole in the middle a tad bigger, so I thought it was time to fold down the rear blade and flip up the tang sight.

This needed a bit of adjustment – and a new target. Took seven rounds to get the 25 yd point of impact to be 3 full inches above dead center. Once it was there, I didn’t bother to move the target out further. The bloody “no-see-ums” moved in off Bayou Heron and made life miserable on the bench. So, I moved into the open and started getting a feel for the carbine at various ranges and on “targets of opportunity”. Geez!! I love this carbine – and those Marble’s sights!! I began popping the semi-permanent long range gongs right and left. Even at 200 meters a 12 inch gong was in serious danger. Remember, this carbine is chambered for the .45 Colt pistol cartridge. That’s pretty impressive performance in my book.

For such a maligned action (among the Cowboy crowd) and a 100+ yr old cartridge, I’d say they perform pretty dog-gone well. Can’t wait until I can get back out there, (with bug spray this time), and do some measured bench work with that tang mounted peep sight. Then, it will be time to try those 280gr Beartooth WFNGC slug loads!

Omar, out!  End of Article

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Dan Roy.

Happy Birthday, my Brother. More than that, my older brother.

You taught me much in our too limited time together. How to shoot and actually hit a target. The best places to fish, even if it did cost a broken bone – or two – or more! The small things you taught me are endless and if not ‘life changing’ those things are at the very least the best of memories.

I should write much more, but the tears make it too hard to see the screen. Remember this, Dear Brother:

I love you and I miss you more every day I live. One day we will tramp together again.

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Today Lady Beth and Yours Truely finally drove over into Mississippi and joined the local DCM Shooting Club. This one being the Pascagoula DCM. This is something I always said I’d do someday. Then my life fell apart and it has taken me years to get back to being able to do what I should have done long ago.

Talk about your nice ranges! While I didn’t walk the berms, (some shooting was going on…), said berms appeared to be on the order of12 to 15 feet in height. Covered benches, range office, warehouse, restroom, shower, electicity, picnic tables, a rimfire silhouette area, long range gongs, and ranges from 100 to 1000 meters. What else could you ask for?

Oh, the place did get smacked pretty hard by Hurricane “Katrina“. The high water mark on the poles was nine(9) feet off the ground. Mind you, this is 1.5 miles from the bayou. A bit more to the open Gulf. More, this range is practically on the Alabama border. Gives you an idea of the fury of that storm, doesn’t it? Work continues to put everything back to normal, but soon the place will be back to its full glory.

The application process was short & sweet, $70 for annual dues, and I have a key to the gate! Now I can shoot when I have a mind to do so and not have to just sit and wish. No restrictions on ammo or caliber either. I can fire anything from my .50 & .62 caliber flintlock muzzleloaders to .45 Colt carbines to a future 6.5×55mm Swede. Some of the members are holders of Federal licenses to own machine guns. Should make for a few interesting afternoons when the M1919’s, “grease guns”, and Glock Mod. 18’s come out to play.

The club also host monthly long range black powder cartridge rifle (BPCR) matches, Service rifle matches, rimfire silhouette matches, and pistol matches. Gods, I’m happy!!

The Civilian Marksmanship Program. I bet a bunch of folks don’t have a clue what that is, or if they do, they didn’t know it was still around. If it were left to the Left-wing Liberal nuts like the “Nazi Cow” Hillary Clinton, it wouldn’t. The CMP is, well, here’s how they describe themselves…

The Civilian Marksmanship Program (CMP) promotes firearms safety training and rifle practice for all qualified U.S. citizens with special emphasis on youth. The CMP operates through a network of affiliated shooting clubs and associations that covers every state in the U.S. The clubs and associations offer firearms safety training and marksmanship courses as well as the opportunity for continued practice and competition.

The CMP was created by the U.S. Congress. The original purpose was to provide civilians an opportunity to learn and practice marksmanship skills so they would be skilled marksmen if later called on to serve the U.S. military. Over the years the emphasis of the program shifted to focus on youth development through marksmanship. From 1916 until 1996 the CMP was administered by the U.S. Army. The National Defense Authorization Act for Fiscal Year 1996 (TITLE XVI) created the Corporation for the Promotion of Rifle Practice & Firearms Safety, Inc. (CPRPFS) to take over administration and promotion of the CMP. The CPRPFS is a tax exempt not-for-profit 501(c)(3) organization that derives its mission from public law.

And, yes, they do still sell some surplus military bolt action and semi-auto rifles to members along with surplus ammo. (No machine guns or M16’s. So you anti-gun boobs can forget that angle. These are old, old guns.) They also hold National as well as Regional matches. The best known of these are the Creedmore Cup and Camp Perry. Let us not forget the Juniopr Divisions! Some of those kids are amazing shootist. Safety is #1 – always.

Frankly, I can’t see why any parent would not want their kids involved with the CMP where they can learn firearms safety from professionals and carry on a great American Tradition of marksmanship excellence. Our children will be very active in the shooting sports. Clancy, my eldest, is already hammering me aboout when she can get back on the benches. If her skills are better now than they were when she was 11 years old, I’m in big trouble! That girl can shoot!

If you are a gun owner, a hunter, or are interested at all in the shooting sports, there is NO reason why you shold not affiliate yourself with your local range and get involved with the CMP. Do it today! You never know when, like me, the unexpected may delay those things you ‘plan’ on doing ‘one day’. The day is TODAY!

Join the NRA, too.

Omar, out!  End of Article

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