Scene from the range

Yet more "You're out of X?  Why is everybody out of X?", and "Why can't I buy  more than one?"  And on, and on.

 

Also, I'm damned tired of having to tell people "We're out of that.  And that.  And that."

Saturday night, and another reason to be happy to have power:

the data dumps.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scene from the range

The modern firearm deer season starts tomorrow.  And, sure as hell, lots of calls:

"Do you have any .30-30/.30-06/.308/6.5 Creedmore/6.5 Grendel?  Crap, the season starts tomorrow, any idea where I can find any?"

 

Throw in all the people who waited till today to zero or check zero on their rifle...

Friday night study time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ah, the Stasi of the People's Republic of MA,

you can always count on them to crap on that oath to 'uphold the Constitution'.  They've just announced they're not approving any firearms license requests 'because of the surge in Wuhan'.

 

When you're that kind of slimeball, any excuse will do.

Went to the range a couple of days ago,

and there's been enough stuff to do that I haven't had time to write anything about it.  I'll try to remedy that, couple of interesting results.

 

In the meantime, back to all the other crap that needs doing.

Every time idiots like Sanders and Occasional-Cortex start praising socialism

and communism, I remember just what wonders it's brought the world before.Like
The nickname “the road of bones” speaks of the highways horrific history. The road was constructed from the 1930s to the 1950s by prisoners using hand tools during the Stalin regime of the Soviet Union. During this time, political prisoners in gulag provided the labor force needed for construction. During its construction, thousands of inmates died because of the unfavorable working conditions and the harsh cold weather. They shot many inmates dead for not working hard enough while others died from brutal freezing conditions of the gulags’ camps. The bodies of the dead inmates were buried beneath the road or around the road. They thought it to be easier to bury the dead bodies in the permafrost than digging holes to bury them. So, the highway is a memorial and therefore the name “the Road of Bones.”

But don't worry, the idiots assure us that it'll work great this time, because they'll be in charge.

 

And if that doesn't make you want to up your ammo stores...

There's a front coming in a couple of days,

and adding that to arthritis and a long few days of work and limb cutting/dragging/piling, I haven't written much the last few days.  So, to make up for that,

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