Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Old School

When I began my cop career in 1981,  the reigning king of police handguns was the Smith and Wesson Model 66.  A stainless steel revolver in .357 magnum, it was beloved of law enforcement offices who worked in hot, humid environs.  It worked, it was accurate, powerful and reliable.  In fact, in those days, very few police departments issued guns.  The officers bought their own, and my first agency policy required " a Colt, Smith and Wesson, or Ruger revolver in .38 Special or .357 magnum."

I, like many of my brethren, acquired a Model 66 and never looked back.  I learned to shoot it and to trust it, and all of my kids learned to shoot handguns on that revolve.  I carried it until 2003 because I was never smitten by the 9mm plastic-fantastic craze and the department wouldn't let me carry a 1911.

Model 66, pinned and recessed.


But, eventually, my department started issuing guns, and in 2004 the Model 66 was retied for whatever the department issued.  The old K-frame was retired and did duty as a training revolver.  It remained largely forgotten, unless I needed it it to make a teaching point.

Last night, dressing for church, I decided to put it on  I always carry at church, but the weather was cool and I wanted a jacket, so I threaded a pancake holster on to my belt loops, stoked the revolver with good  ammo, and dropped it into the holster.  The pancake tucked it in tight, and the sport coat concealed it completely.  By the time I had walked down the hall, I had almost forgotten it was there.  Like slipping on a comfortable pair of boots, it just seemed to fit perfectly.

Later, at church, one lady was talking about the horrific event in Texas on Sunday.  She commented that she hoped that someone in  our congregation was armed.  I simply lifted the lapel of my jacket, exposing the revolver, and winked at her.  Her eyes went wide and she smiled.

I guess it's time to put the old girl back in the rotation.   Sometime soon, I'll order a set of Crimson Traces for her.

Monday, December 30, 2019

Running Toward Danger

It seems that more than one person in the congregation at the West Freeway Church of Christ were armed and prepared to move toward danger yesterday morning.  As we learn more about the event, it seems that as any as four people were armed and responsive to the threat.

The photo is grainy, but shows four congregants moving toward the shooter, who in this photo is down at the front of the church.  From what I am able to see in this photo, at least two (maybe three) of those responding cannot see the shooter.  They know that he is down, but do not know if he will come back up, yet they continue to move forward, toward the threat.  That's bravery.

The congregation of that church has some healing to do, but I'm sure that they are in the prayers of many people across the nation. 

Sunday, December 29, 2019

Goblin Down

It seems that a goblin showed up at a church in White Settlement, TX this morning with intent to do harm to the congregation.  As it turns out, a retired police officer was in atendance and did what he had to do.  The below picture and caption from Facebook.

This morning a man walked into a church in Texas with the intention of killing as many people as possible (red arrow). Luckily, there was a retired police officer in attendance (green arrow) who took the bad guy out.
The headline from the Dallas Morning News tells the story.
Gunman shoots 2 at White Settlement church before churchgoers return fire, killing him, officials say.
My prayers and thoughts are with the family of the one innocent victim killed.  Not so much for the goblin.

I understand that the usual suspects (Bloomberg, et al) are all over this, calling for moe gun control.  I believe that the parishioners exhibited excellent gun control, by shooting the goblin. 



I've been carrying in church for several years with the blessings of my pastor, and I'll continue to do so.

Saturday, December 28, 2019

The Best Laid Plans

Poet Robert Burns said that "The best laid plans of mice and men, often go awry."

I had planned to do nothing today,   But, when I tried to nuke a cold cup of coffee, I learned that the kitchen microwave had gone tits-up.  It made a weird screeching noise and didn't heat the coffee.

Talking to Belle, we decided that the microwave had come with the house, which was built in 2001.  So, 18 years on the microwave wasn't bad at all.  We looked online, then proceeded to Lowe's whee we bought a microwave.

Taking the old one out was a joy, cursing level 6.  Some sadistic engineer had put a hidden latch on the mounting plate.  None of the half-dozen YouTube videos I watched said anything about a hidden latch.  But, one we got the old, defunct appliance off the wall, the installation of the new unit proceeded almost cuss-free.


I think it looks pretty darned good.  For an old man and two teenage boys, it worked out all right.  Belle is pleased, and that is all that matters.

Dear Virginia

It seems that the governor of Virginia is increasing the budget for his corrections department in anticipation of the increase in incarceration based on the new gun control laws that are set to take effect.

It seems now that they are backing down on an outright ban on AR-15s, allowing a grandfather clause, but requiring registration.

A grandfather clause is a horrible idea from a 2A perspective, because when grandpa dies, the gun becomes illegal.    So, a grandfather clause is simply a way of ban firearms withing a generation.  And, registration means that they know where to go get the firearm.  And, if you don't register your firearm, you become a felon.  That's why the budget is being increased.  Because he knows that a sizable  percentage of folks are going to ignore the law.



As Colion says, "You might beat the case, but you wont beat the ride."

This is all academic util the first shot is fired.

Friday, December 27, 2019

Dear Virginia

For those of you who have been watching, it appears that we might have a huge dynamic playing out in the Old Dominion.  Political forces are aligning that might morph into extreme unpleasantness. 

No one, so far, has said what is on their minds, but the ugly truth is starting to come out.
Former New York City cop and homeland security expert  Rob O'Donnell predicts, ah, problems:

The officers of the Virginia National Guard swore an oath to protect and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic.  I have full faith that the good officers of the VANG will fulfill their oaths.

Governor Blackface should be very, very careful.  This is all academic until the first shot is fired.

Good Question, Slick!

So, grandson Lucas and I were heading to a burger shop for lunch today, when he turned to me with a deep philosophical question.  "PawPaw!  How come when a woman goes to a beauty shop and spends $250.00, and you can't tell they did anything, but when we go to a barber shop and spend $10.00, everyone knows we got a hair cut.?"

My first thought was to ask him where he's getting a hair cut for $10.00, but I deferred.  "I don't know, son, why don't you ask your grandma?"

The questions kids ask.

Thursday, December 26, 2019

Do You Like Revolvers?

I do, and I always have my eye out for good deals.  However, you have to know what you'e looking for, especially in a used revolver.

The Day After

The day after Christmas, and Belle had to go to work.  I was left to deal with the aftermath of Christmas, and I decided to do something with that leftover tuducken.  For those unfamiliar, a tuducken is a boneless hen, stuffed into a boneless duck, stuffed into a boneless turkey.  It's a quite amazing feast, and even though it is easy to carve, (basically, you slice it like a loaf of bread)), we did have some left-overs.  So, I dug around in the fridge, found some good smoked sausage, some onion and bell pepper, and decided to make a gumbo.

After the veggies are sautee'd and the roux is made, and the gumbo is assembled, best practice is to let it simmer for a bit while you make a pot of rice.

Turducken and Sausage gumbo.
While the rice was cooking, and the gumbo was simmering, I decided to put away some gifts that were on the table.  One in particular caught my eye, a bottle of Scotch given to me by my second son.  It was one I had never tied, but that I had heard good things about.  A Spey-side single malt.  So, I cracked the seal and poured myself a wee dram.

Pouring it into the glass I was struck by how lightly it is colored.  Glenlivet uses used bourbon casks for aging, and their climate must be very mild.  A 12-year-old bourbon might be as dark as coffee, but this Scotch is very light.  The taste immediately reminded me of fresh apricots and a nice, sweetness.  At 40% ABV, it was delicate, light, and approachable.  Very nice whiskey indeed. I'll have to keep a bottle of this nearby for when the Scotch drinkers come around.

Christmas was very tood to me indeed.  I have a couple of more bottles to open, but we'll talk about those in the correct time.

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Merry Christmas

It's Christmas Day and I am blessed.  In a very few minutes we will begin the day and visit family and friends.

In the meantime

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

C&Rsenal

I've been watching this YouTube channel, C&Rsenal.  One series of videos talks about antique and obsolete firearms and the historical relevance they might have.  The other series focuses on gunsmithing tips and foibles associated with the mechanics of old firearms.

Here's one on smithing the old Webley revolvers.



Fascinating.

After I finish my coffee, I'll be working all day on out Christmas Eve celebration.  Y'all have a happy Christmas Eve and a Joyous and Merry Christmas.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Good Leather

I have always been a fan of good leather work.


Yes, Virginia, Discretion Matters

It seems that Virginia's Attorney General is cheesed off at the resolutions of many locations to refuse to enforce unconstitutional law.  He says, in part:
“When the General Assembly passes new guns safety laws they will be enforced, and they will be followed,” Herring said in announcing the opinion. “These resolutions have no legal force, and they’re just part of an effort by the gun lobby to stoke fear.”
Yes, and no.  I knew, as a street-level cop that I could not possibly know every law on the books.  Further, I could not know of the changes in the law, which the legislature did regularly.  I was fairly conversant in Louisiana's criminal statutes, but many times would have to research the law.  We all knew that if we stumbled across a human corpse, that perhaps a law had been violated, or if we came to a house with the front door destroyed, that we should perform certain procedures.

But, generally, we relied on our understanding o the law, and the instructions from our supervisors.  If the Boss said that he believed that law to be unconstitutional, then we didn't expend much time or energy trying to enforce it.

There is no doubt that state law supersedes local ordinance, and that the state cam make any laws that the legislature decrees, but the question become, who is going to enforce it?  The Governor cam certainly instruct the state police to enforce state law, but I don't believe that he can decree that elected sheriff's and chiefs of police to enforce those laws.

There are many laws, mostly administrative in nature, that local police do not enforce.  For example, there is a prohibition in Louisiana about the placement of political signs on the state right-of-way.  The local cops don't enforce that law.  We simply didn't have the time or resources to spend on that particular law.  We let the DOT enforce it at their discretion.  And they did, by the simple expedient of picking them up and throwing them away.

As a young soldier, I learned that discretion is the better part of valor.  As a military officer, I learned to never give an order that I knew would not be followed.  As a cop, I learned that discretion was vital to effective law enforcement.

I have a feeling that Virginia's Attorney General is about to learn about discretion, and he'll probably learn that petulance is no way to get re-elected.

Saturday, December 21, 2019

Solstice

I am reminded that today is the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year in the northern hemisphere.  It's also the first day of winter.  Tomorrow, the day will be a little longer and the sun will climb a little higher in the sky.

Ancient peoples put great faith in the winter solstice, making it a day of celebration and worship.  Today, it is simply an interesting astronomical event.  It mask the changing of the season.

As for myself, I'm going to finish this cup of coffee and get ready for a family event at noon.  Yesterday was exhausting for all sorts of reasons not elated to my birthday, and after that family event I'm going to come home and retreat into my sloth.  Tomorrow begins the Christmas celebration and I'm sure that we will be busy until that is over.

Friday, December 20, 2019

Zero-ing the AR

I bought an AR-15 several months ago and realized that although we had mounted a sight and had been tinkering with it for several months, we have't zeroed it.

I needed to rectify that problem, and my grandson, who is going to Army Basic training next month, needed the experience.  So, we grabbed some mags and ammo and headed to the range this morning.

Grandson has chosen the MOS of 91F (Small Arm Repairman) to begin his military career, and I'm sure that some of that training, bot in Basic and in AIT will revolve around the M4 Series weapons.  I've been teaching him standard disassembly and basic maintenance, and it was time to see if he could shoot the darned thing.  I had downloaded and printed this target so that we could start at 25 yards and have a close 100 yard zero.

Afte three shots, an adjustment, and three more shots, we went down ange to change targets.  He took his time, gave me three good shots and after the range went cold, we went down to find this target.


Not bad for someone new to the AR platform.  We brought in the target butt, and I told him to pick out a dirt clod on the 100 yard berm and see if he could bust it.  He did, then started picking out oher dirt clofs on the berm to get a feel for running the AR.  Unfortunately, this range doesn't allow for position work, but hopefully we'll find time before he leaves to get out to another range and work on positions.


It was a great morning for PawPaw and grandson.  He finished high school yesterday and he's ready to launch.  He plans to do Basic and AIT, then come back here for college.  He's in the National Guard, which will help pay for his education. 

As for me and Belle, we're going to hate to see him go.

Another Trip Around The Sun

I am reminded that today marks another trip around the sun.



"Yes I'll make a resolution, that I'll never make another one.  Just enjoy this ride on my trip around the sun."

Thursday, December 19, 2019

The Golden Age

I've said this for several years and I believe it now more than ever.  We live in the golden age of rifle shooting.  Never before in our history has the American gunner been better equipped.  When I began hunting in the 1960s, scoped rifles were the minority (at least locally).  My first rifle was a Marlin 336 in .35 Remington.  If one showed up in a deer camp in the late '60s, you might see a variety of lever rifles in .30-30 or .35 Rem, and a smattering of bolt guns in .30-06 and .270.  Ammo was likewise limited.  Winchester, Federal ad Remington made soft-point hunting ammo.  If you were a handloader, good luck finding bullets.  Oh, Siera and Hornady and Nosler made them, but you had to order them unless you were lucky enough to have a good handloading shop nearby.

Scopes were atrocious, fragile, and expensive.  The less said abut them, the better.  Oh, there were a few premium scopes out there, but the best were made by Weaver or Leupold, and were generally fixed 4X scopes.

In 1979, if my memory serves, Winchester came out with something called the Silver-Tip, a premium hunting bullet to compete with the Nosler Partition.  The Partition was a very good hunting bullet, but suffered from a reputation for poor accuracy, although most off-the-shelf rifles of the day were only capable of 3-inch groups at 100 yards.  If you wanted a super-accurate rifle, you went to a competent gunsmith to build the rifle.  The mythical 1-inch group was the holy grail.  It was often talked about, but rarely seen.  I had one rifle, a Remington in 7mm-08 that turned in bug-hole groups with standard Core-Lokt ammo.

In 1984 (again, if memory serves) Nosler came out with the Ballistic Tip, a premium match bullet that turned the shooting world askew.  It was superbly accurate, but fragile, with core separation a common complaint.  Bullet manufacturers were learning to make better bullets, and at the same time, optics were getting better and less expensive.

In the '90s, the internet was coming of age, and online gun communities came into being.  It was much easier to share information and the shooting companies began learning to use computers to design rifles, optics and ammo.  It may have been Savage Arms who led the way, producing the fist out-of-the-box rifle that would routinely shoot into MOA with any degree of regularity.  By the turn of the century, the gun companies had caught their stride, and were turning out rifles, ammo, and optics that let the American shooter take advantage of accuracy that we had never seen.

Nowadays we have better rifles, bullets and optics than we've ever had before, at prices that generally make it affordable to the large population.  Just three yeas ago, I picked up a new rifle (Ruger American), a new scope (Leupold Rifleman) and put together a box of ammo using new components.  The first group out of it hovered around that magical one-inch mark, and with with subsequent shooting got much better.  For less than $600 I had put together a combo that was simply much better than anything that was obtainable 50 years ago at thee times the price.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again.  We are living in the golden age of rifle shooting.

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Run With It, Joe!

Biden has a new ad out.  He says at the end, "I will not let this man be re-elected President of the United States of America."



Who dies Joe Biden think he is?  He doesn't get to decide who is elected President.  That honor and privilege is reserved for The People. 

Joe Biden exemplifies all that is wrong with the American experience.  A career politician, he acts like he is endowed with some inalienable right to govern us.  He is wrong.  Wrong about his arrogance, wrong about his privilege, wrong about what makes America great.

If Biden thinks that this is a good message for his campaign, then I think he should run with it.  The Democrats have never accepted that the American people are free to select a President, and that they selected Donald Trump.  In their denial, they demonstrate that they don't accept the results of a fee, fair election.  These past three years have been rife with attempts to undermine the will of The People.

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Old Armor - The M4 Series Tanks

You're not going to get a full review of the M4 series tans, but I was watching a YouTube video on the vehicle and happened to notice the bumper number on the tank.  Turns out, it's the bumper marking for the 4th battalion, 37th Armor regiment, the very first armor outfit I was assigned to as a shavetail lieutenant.

Bumper marking at bottom left: 4-37 Armor.

I thought that was cool, so I'll embed the rest of the video in case anyone wants to learn about the M4 series tanks.  I was assigned to that unit in 1976-77 at Fort Knox KY.  My tank was bumper number C-26 and it was named Cap'm Crunch.  This tank has bumper number B-7, and frankly that number doesn't make any sense to me.  It may have made sense during WWII.

At any rate, here is the whole video.

Bulleit Rye

Wandering through the grocers today and I happened upon a bottle of Bulleit Rye on the discount shelf.  I like Bulleit Bourbon and needed a bottle of rye to put on the server, so I picked it up (considerably under $25.00).

I have had high-rye bourbons and some rye whiskeys, but this one promised a mash bill of 95% rye and 5% malted barley, so I dropped it in the buggy.  When I got home, I opened it and poured a wee dram, to chase away the cold.

Lovely, simply lovely.  It had the spice of rye, but it wasn't aggressive like some rye whiskey.  At 45% ABV (90 poof), it had a nice "Kentucky hug".  I'm not sure what else I was finding in the glass, but it went down like branch water.

Link to the website here.  I rather like it a lot.  I may have found antoerh sipping whiskey for the winter months.