Colt Gun Pron

Breda doesn't even know I owe her a favor. She needed a few rounds of semi-oddball ammunition. I pawed through one of my junk boxes to see if I could help (couldn't, really)  and stumbled across a set of as-new walnut  "target" grips for the recently acquired Colt Huntsman.  They're the kind of quality guys like Gil Hebard used to sell.

I didn't know I had them, and if I had not been mining  .38 SW rounds it might have been months or years before I tripped over the grips.

They look and feel right, so I'll leave them on for shooting. The  plastic originals get cached  against the unlikely chance I'll want to sell or swap her to a Colt collector. Those guys are daffy for ponies.

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Weekend Blog Bleg (3)

Another offering from the Camp J box of  gun-freak treasures  for which I have no use.

What have you for the grand old American sport of swapping?

This  gizmo is a new Lee Ram Primer. It lets you seat primers on the upstroke of your press. The good folks at Lee make all sorts of promises for  it,  stopping, however, somewhat shy of a pledge that it will take you to victory at Camp Perry.  For Lee presses only.

The rules  (simple as Hell) and earlier offerings are  here and here.
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Grumbles for the John

I was a good green guy when the elected and appointed nincompoops decided all U.S. toilets should operate on one-point-three thimblesful per cycle.  I wrote nothing and said barely  a word. That may have been due less to  concern for Mother Earth than to the fact that I have an older house with pre-Gore crappers.

But now that one of the old girls has a complete overhaul, I protest. Replace the valves, filler tube, flapper, and float in a good ol' American toilet from the Eisenhower regime and you're back to a thimble and a third. The predictable residual turd floats obnoxiously and the retry slips your mind until you happen to think of it just as the new girl friend heads for your bathroom for the first time.

Two-flushers in the loo and four-flushers in Congress.

Carrying a weapon is fine for adults who understand what they're doing. Carrying both a weapon and a chip on shoulder is not fine. One or two people will know why I feel compelled to note this now, and they won't say anything about it.