Uggo in .30-06 and bushido stupido

Don't say I didn't warn urbanites against sneering at us bucolics who while away hours at tiny gun shows.  The 75-table extravaganza Sunday boosted my lethality potential noticeably but cheaply.

Item 1: The Stevens 110e lacks visual grace. One's impulse is to opine, however wrongly, that such ugliness bespeaks  British origins (think Webley). Never mind. Its hole accommodates .30-06.  A quick trial proves it feeds, goes bang, and ejects,  plus you can see all the way through the genuine Bushnell Sharpshooter 3-9 scope. (Always insist on quality.) Two hundred bucks including the extended warranty, to wit:  "I haven't shot it, Jim. But take 'er home and if it isn't right, I'll take 'er  back." 

Item 2:  The Japanese once decided they could sell a  four-inch lockback with a floating hilt or whatever you want to call it. It looks like a shabby  Buck knockoff, but a substantial handguard folds and deploys with the blade, something new to me.  Ninja-mod cool.

The rifle is a low-round piece, though it needs a little cosmetic help. The goofy knife requires replacement grips. (I have some cocobala; nothing like a ten dollars worth of wood  on a three-dollar knife.)  

Okay, so the knife was a foolish extravagance. I made up for it by getting my buddy to pay for the beer. 

Since you insist, the Stevens did not come with documentation. Worrisome as Hell, eh Ms. Pelosi?

Next up: The big and beautiful Dakota Territory Gun Collectors Association show is 11 days away.  It's in Sioux Falls, but I suppose I can tolerate a megalopolis for a day or two. I mean, how often does a guy get to ogle the four or five old revolvers that killed Jesse James?

More on the uggo 1911 project

About a month ago I posted a bit on carbinizing a 1911A1. Sunday a reader was kind enough to ask about it.

"I assume that you, like me, bought one of those "carbine conversion kits" and then found that you were expected to grind away the back of your 1911 frame to get the shoulder stock to fit."

This stock requires mangling only an arched mainspring housing -- grooves for  the screw-clamp and a detente groove  in the rear for a tightening stud. I suppose guys working on a GI issue model would just buy a dedicated spare housing. 

"I couldn't find many other posts on on your blog about this topic, and I will be interested to hear about your progress."

No progress to report because (a) the shop is too damned cold and (b) I always have too many stupid projects pending to do prompt justice to any of them. This one should be ready to shoot in April or so -- depending on whether a possible March trip to Merry Old England actually occurs.  

"Can you direct me to any other web resources on this topic?"

Google "carbinize Colt 1911" and you'll get some hits on a newer kit that uses a lot of that crappin' plastic. I'd like to know more about my walnut-stock version (gun-show find)  but haven't found a thing yet.

Thanks for asking. 

Respite from Politics

Gun show today folks. A ~75-table affair 50 minutes down the road. Yuk it up you urbanites.  Last one like it - maybe smaller - yielded a minty pre-Series 70 Colt SS 1911. To tell you the price would be to ruin your day.

No special want list this time, but I'm fooling with notion of dickering for another .30-06 bolt action. And I need .25 bullets, around 117 grains.  Real bad, although not bad enough to cough up two bits a round, a price I consider violative of my Second Amendment rights.

I may or may not find them. The only thing fer shure is some laughs and a decent beer-and-burger stop on the way home. 

So Much for Ethic Cleansing

Roddy Blago of Illinois had it right, a U.S. Senate seat IS  "a (effing) valuable thing."

Just ask St. Hoppen Change's man to oversee your personal health. He's Tom Daschle, former senator from South Dakota and apparent tax evader to the tune of about $125,000. Like new Treasury Boss Ted Geithner,  he's also pleading that he really didn't understand all those tax laws he wrote and as soon as the light bulb clicked on, why, he forked over. 

Also like Ted, his forkover came only after he learned for sure Obama was about to offer him a super job with about the coolest office around and a really nice limo. Plus the authority to toss around a few billion dollars contributed by people who do pay their taxes. 

Tom and Ted each decided they better fess up because those annoying reporters might start checking little details like that.

"Daschle filed amended tax returns for 2005, 2006 and 2007 to reflect additional income for consulting work, the use of a car service and reduced deductions for charitable contributions. He filed the returns after Obama announced he intended to nominate Daschle to head the Health and Human Services Department."  (AP)

Politico did a little digging

"...Daschle pulled down a total of more than $500,000 from the speaking circuit in the last two years, and $5.3 million in overall income. That includes more than $2 million in consulting fees from InterMedia Advisors, a private equity firm."

Daschle didn't report cash income, didn't report something like a quarter-million for a personal car and driver, and decided that he didn't really give $15,000 to charity after all. 

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So Right On,  Brother Blago.  A guy can turn a senate seat into a really nice buck or two.  

St. Hoppen Change, Himself,  says all this is piddly stuff and should be ignored because former Senator Daschle is the right man to handle your health care.  "All that stuff about lilly white ethics, well, y'know, I said it in, like, I mean, when I was running, y'know, and...".

A lot of folks seem to be collecting guns and ammo and MREs against the chance of governmental disaster. 

Under uberhealthfuerher Daschle, a reserve case of KY Jelly might also be useful, speaking of forkovers.