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Anyone who frequents gun blogs has heard of Joe Huffman.

He lost his job because he is such a scary looking motherfucker when he's got a 1911 on his belt. Personally, I think he looks like a guy that would be handy fixing a really fucked up network problem; but, Hey, I don't work for the government.

Regardless, he has tirelessly documented the entire episode HERE.

Got a shitload of work stuff settled out today. It was all hairy and sucked and sucked so bad, it needs no further qualification.

Talked to an associate in London who is freaked the fuck out. It's been awhile, I guess, since any serious IRA shit happening. The 14 days interspersed with 2 bombings has those poor people freaked.

After that, I received an order with the rest of my loading shit in it (case trimmer, primer pocket cleaner, etc.) For those of you that have been reloading since Arthur pulled a knife out of a rock, this is probably not momentous news. I am very eager to start trying to perfect a match load in several calibers.

Then I sat back and smoked a cigarette and looked out the window at the mountains, content in the fact that I'd scored some cool shit.

Much to my surprise, my FFL called several minutes later to inform me that the RRA lower I had ordered last Wednesday was in. Transaction took about 5 minutes and it's a pretty lower (as much as they can be, at least.)

All in all, no real bitches about Tuesday.

Went to the range last week. It was an OK day that ended on a somewhat shitty note. The old man ripped his elbow by trying to bench on bare concrete. The results aren't pretty.

I have had a 14" upper AR receiver for the last 16 months. The former owner was somewhat remiss in maintaining it. I cleaned it up and took it out for a function test. Good went to great when the old man started gonging the sonofabitch 9 out of ten at 200 yards.

Of course then it stopped. No fire. No indentation on the primer. Nothing.

I broke it apart this weekend, and the firing pin is intact (my first instinct being that it had cracked after so may years of disuse.)

The only other thing I can think of, is that the channel is obstructed.

Thankfully, my mother is getting me some pipe-cleaners tomorrow.

After that, I'm lost.

The finished bench, with some dies, a Tecate, and a Mossberg. 

First off, I think I finally have a loading bench. At last year's Boomershoot, I was shooting all Federal factory ammo. I figure I've got enough time to come up with a decent load in the mean time. Picture enclosed.

Kirk seems to have hit the blog doldrums about the same time I did but is picking up as well. That's a good thing. It's been about 8 months since we lost Kevin at Cerebral Misfire. He had a killer blog and then just disappeared.

We went to the range last week but I was too lazy to do a full AAR. Suffice it to say, we fucked around and everything worked (which is a rarity [shit working, not fucking around]). We may go tomorrow but it is hotter than shit down here.

I ordered a Rock River AR lower this morning from Gilbert's Guns. My kitchen table FFL lives about a block and a half away from my office, so anymore, I don't really fuck around with retail shops. I ordered the lower online, talked to my FFL, and then about 11 o'clock this morning, Gilbert's called to tell me that they have my dealer's FFL on record and that they were shipping it out today. Shit hot.

Finally, I want to give a shout out to Dr. Cathey. His site is mostly biblical, but his political and 2A views are solid. He's a Hebrew professor and some of his discussions are eminently interesting even to a layman. Some how he put my filthy mouth on his blogroll. Check it.

Forgot about this yesterday. The "accident" occurred before I was born and the asshole is still in the Senate and just as ignorant as the day the better part of him ran down the crack of his mama's ass.

Grouchy Old Cripple summed it up well, and I have nothing to add.

Well maybe one thing: if there's one thing I can't stand it is people my own age preaching to me about their liberal shit. When Babyboomers, hippies, Humphrey voters, etc. start in on me, it's all I can do to not wring their necks. It was you scum who sent us down this spiral of death. And when it really turns to shit, you'll all be dead.

Thanks Teddy et. al.

Add some oak shelves and you've got a perfect spot for storing your brushes, solvents, tool kits, etc. 

7.62 mm ball surplus ammo crates. 

Awhile ago, CowboyBlob and I were having a discussion about possible uses for all of the extra ammo cans one inevitably ends up with when shooting mil-surp. Ideas ran the gamut from storing your socks in them with desiccant, so you always have a nice dry pair of socks, to other more wild speculations.

The old man once saw a house up in Northern New Mexico where some crazy fucker had taken ammo cans, filled them with gravel, and mortared them together to make a house. Apparently stucco took to the cans without a problem.

With the recent (now ended) glut of Australian surp that's been available, the old man was faced with a new quandary: what the fuck to do with the actual ammo crates.

It took some machinations, but his wife is redoing their entire house, one small expensive bit at a time. They decided they are going to share a "rec room." Half of it will be a potting thing for my his wife and the other half will be a general firearm maintenance center. He already has a reloading bench set up in the garage, so this would be for cleaning, light gunsmithing, etc.

What concessions he made I don't know, but he has found a useful, environmentally friendly place for some of those crates.

I don't use that much syrup on a pile of pancakes. It will take some time. 

As It was received. 

Finally got my shit together and bought a CMP rifle. As the old man already owns a Springfield Garand chambered in .308, I opted for the Springfield 1903.

As near as I can tell, the only difference between the 1903 and the A3 is the presence of a nice apperture sight system on the '03. That is what I chose to go with.

CMP advises that it may take 9-16 weeks in order to receive the delivery. I sent in my shit a little over two weeks ago and this morning I had a gun. Beautiful.

What I didn't anticipate is the amount of grease that they subject these rifles to. I couldn't even check the rifling or really check on the condition of the stock because it looked like the virility god has been jerking off on it for the last 50 years.

Pics.

I have been silent for almost a week. In the meantime there have been some interesting developments. Me and the Old Man have registered for next year's Boomershoot. Our equipment has improved, and has been previously demonstrated, the old man has a rifle that should be adequate if not more so.

Additionally, Analogue Kid has requested that some of you lazy shits take part in what seems to be a brilliant exercise. The modern Postal Match not only seems to be timely, but might encourage some of you guys with a lot of guns to shoot them. This is a problem I see as pandemic. A lot of people own guns, but never become proficient with them. This problem was eminently apparent at the last Boomershoot.

A lot of people didn't have a good "no-wind zero" which meant shots beyond 500 yards was merely wasting ammo. This can be rectified by taking part in these sort of competitions. You will lose, but you WILL get better.

I can't commit right now, as it is the busy season in my business and my range visits are sporadic at best. But I highly endorse any endeavour that will improve civilian familiarity and accuracy.

Also, I might actually post tomorrow night. That hasn't happened in weeks.

Kirk has finally got his shit in gear and gotten his new slick software going. The blogroll link has been updated, but feel free to check out the uber-slick site here.

Additionally, Boomershoot positions are open now. Needless to say, my shit is going out on Monday. The old man will be accompanying this year.

Says Uncle continues to excel, while putting together the TLB Community.

Additionally, Head has gotten his shit cranked up again.

Publicola has a novel but admirable idea.

As for now, the .270 Winchester seems to be a great shooter, however the retard trying to get the mounts right can't seem to do his job. I bought some alignment and lapping shit and will take a crack at it again this weekend.

In the mean time, it tits with baby-oil on them are what you are after you can't do much better than American Drumslinger's Humpday post. I haven't taken the time to figure out what kind of gun it is, and, to be truthful, I don't care.

Adieu.

The old man had several problems with the previous posts. I did not state range, ammo, etc.

The target pictured was a Shoot-N-See (?) target. His circle was the the two inch target in the upper left hand corner.

He was using Australian ball surplus. He'd sighted with match previous to that, but at a hundred yards, there did not seem to be that much difference.

He was utilizing a concrete bench with a bipod mounted on the front swivel. No rests and free shoulder in the back.