Mr. Turtle needs to thank the turtle gods for my still adequate eyesight and reflexes. He came within inches of being the late Mr. Turtle by way of a whirling mower blade.
He is instead internet famous now, and I am taking bookings for his report on a near-death experience. Discounts to the trade and all libertarian oriented groups.
Libertarian thinking about everything. --Ere he shall lose an eye for such a trifle... For doing deeds of nature! I'm ashamed. The law is such an ass. -- G. Chapman, 1654.
May 26, 2010
May 25, 2010
M1 Carbine-- just milsurp junk
As we all know, the M1 Carbine is a sloppy WW2 make-do, a substitute for the pistol and designed to permit the untrained citizen soldier to inconvenience the enemy to a slightly greater degree than permitted by his 1911A1 skills.
Ergo this group could not possibly have been fired by my friend Ken from a run-of-the-mill GI carbine a couple of months ago, five shots at some 35 yards, standing, leaning on a tractor tire, on a cold day.
The aiming mark is 1 3/4 inches. The group measures 5/8. I don't know the ammo, but we usually grab a handful from which ever can is closest.
I would claim this target as my own, but sometimes Ken reads this crap.
May 24, 2010
Overheard in an Iowa Gander Mountain on the Mississippi
Me: (Places a box of box of 9mm Luger blasting ammo -- $14.99 -- and a $20 bill on the counter.)
She: Your zip code?
Me: You don't need to know that.
She: Yes I do. (Pause) Oh, I need to know if you live in Iowa or Illinois.
Me. Why?
She: Because if you live in Illinois I can't sell you bullets. You live in Iowa or Illinois?
Me: I do not live in Illinois. (This was wretched expedience over principles. I wanted the rounds and I wanted to get on the road pronto. Mea clupa.)
She: (Gives her customer a glare of pure hatred, picks up the twenty and rings the sale. Bags the "bullets" and forces a thin kyu through her painted lips. )
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Supposing I had told this twit that I was on my way home to Staten Island?
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