The new Remington 760 got its first workout as a Camp J resident yesterday.
As a matter of biology, I report that even a middlin' load of 125 grains at something like 2900 feet per second makes a guy wish for more padding than one layer of tee-shirt cotton; a .30-06 round from a seven and one-half-pound rifle is tolerable, but it gets your attention. (For comparison, a Garand weighs about ten pounds.)
We fired at 80 yards in K's pasture from an improvised shooting bench -- a log dressed with a Vietnam poncho liner and a horse blanket if you demand precise descriptions -- and produced groups just shy of respectable. That is, a bit over two inches up to a lamentable four-plus. Allow what you will for unfamiliarity and a stiff and fluky crosswind.
Observations: The trigger is fair at best, gritty, creepy, and a bit heavy, even for a "hunting" rifle. Working the action requires an authoritative attitude. If you wimp it, the extractor won't snap over the rim, and you'll lose your trophy terrorist because your rifle is out of battery. To be fair, it's a virtually new rifle, and more rounds might smooth things.
The early Redfield 3x9 reminds me of the difference between excellent optics and the mediocre Oriental crap on most of the scoped rifles around here. Suddenly, your right eye is 20 years old again. On the other hand, I wish it had click stops. I also wish the right-to-left adjustment actually moved the groups left. Oh well, I'll view that as a challenge to my problem-solving skills.
Overall, it's an attractive woman of the kind you take to good restaurants. But you're reluctant to propose marriage.
I think I'll put it on the table at our small local show this weekend, just to see what it's worth as trading stock.The asking price will be exhorbitant as a sop to the deeply held conviction that it is always wrong to sell a gun.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 5, 2012
The bankers and politicians of Europe are as desperate as our own Ben Bernanke and his assistant, Barrack Obama. The Germans, for instance, just finished trying to sell 5 billion Euros in IOUs. Investors left more than 1 billion worth of them on the table.
(You'd think the Germans would be better at printing and peddling funny money, what with all their practice back in the good old Weimar frolic. But I digress.)
German money bosses say they'll try to sell the leftovers later, but it looks to me like the orphan Eurotoons could be destined for the "free"box at the garage sale.
Why not? They're like Bernanke bucks. Renewable biomass.
(You'd think the Germans would be better at printing and peddling funny money, what with all their practice back in the good old Weimar frolic. But I digress.)
German money bosses say they'll try to sell the leftovers later, but it looks to me like the orphan Eurotoons could be destined for the "free"box at the garage sale.
Why not? They're like Bernanke bucks. Renewable biomass.
Paging Ed Newman
How 'bout that? You can buy a gizmo to charge your telephone with tiny little pieces of wood, but "wood" is not good enough for marketeers hustling the Bio-Lite. They insist:
"Fuel (is) Renewable biomass"
Elegance like that shames me. For all these years of timber-felling and and maul-swinging, I've missed the opportunity to sound edgy and hip, aquiver with a passion for keeping Mother Earth all scrubbed up; virginal, you might say, although there's an oxymoron to overcome there.
So I reform and report Camp J is at present supplied with nearly three cords of renewable biomass for thewood renewable-biomass burner.
In fairness, the Bio-Lite copy writer does translate for the benefit of English speakers, confiding to us that "biomass" is "(twigs, pine cones, wood pellets, etc.)"
The gadget costs a hundred-nine bucks, but that includes a thermally actuated electrical output to a USB connection for your mobile i-Whatsis.
If you can live without the "thermoelectric generator (TEG)" you can save about a hundred-twenty-nine bucks with a No.10 can and a set of tin snips. Fueled with renewable biomass, it will boil up your Arbuckles just fine.
H/T to Tam who is hosting a funny discussion on the subject. Some want. Some are skeptical. To each his dag-nab, blue-eyed own.
"Fuel (is) Renewable biomass"
Elegance like that shames me. For all these years of timber-felling and and maul-swinging, I've missed the opportunity to sound edgy and hip, aquiver with a passion for keeping Mother Earth all scrubbed up; virginal, you might say, although there's an oxymoron to overcome there.
So I reform and report Camp J is at present supplied with nearly three cords of renewable biomass for the
In fairness, the Bio-Lite copy writer does translate for the benefit of English speakers, confiding to us that "biomass" is "(twigs, pine cones, wood pellets, etc.)"
The gadget costs a hundred-nine bucks, but that includes a thermally actuated electrical output to a USB connection for your mobile i-Whatsis.
If you can live without the "thermoelectric generator (TEG)" you can save about a hundred-twenty-nine bucks with a No.10 can and a set of tin snips. Fueled with renewable biomass, it will boil up your Arbuckles just fine.
H/T to Tam who is hosting a funny discussion on the subject. Some want. Some are skeptical. To each his dag-nab, blue-eyed own.
Sep 4, 2012
See-Click-Squeal
Oh, ya got trouble, right there in River City, and that starts with Tee and that rhymes with Camaree and that stands for rat out your neighbor.*
Mason City commissars stand proud this morning, glowing with the knowledge that they have made every citizen an instant block captain. Thank you, Smart Phone.
“See-Click-Fix” lets people report quality-of-life issues and request city services though an online and mobile interface. Residents can send in complaints about things like garbage, junk cars, weeds and other neighborhood nuisances.
Which takes the ancient art of back-fence bitching to a high official level. Either keep those damned petunias watered or face the SWAT team. After all, "quality-of-life" is a fairly broad term, isn't it?
I suppose most of you recall the 1984 passage in which Smith's neighbor kid went to the Thought Police to report his father for insufficient adoration of Big Brother. In Mason City now, the little bastard can do it instantly from the comfort of his bean bag chair.
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*For younger readers: Mason City produced Meredeth Wilson who produced 76 Trombones set in a Mason City pseudonymously called River City. Professor Harold Hill blew into town on a moral crusade to get the youngsters out of the pool hall and into band uniforms. He turned out to be a charlatan. His offspring remained and were elected to high city office.
“See-Click-Fix” lets people report quality-of-life issues and request city services though an online and mobile interface. Residents can send in complaints about things like garbage, junk cars, weeds and other neighborhood nuisances.
Which takes the ancient art of back-fence bitching to a high official level. Either keep those damned petunias watered or face the SWAT team. After all, "quality-of-life" is a fairly broad term, isn't it?
I suppose most of you recall the 1984 passage in which Smith's neighbor kid went to the Thought Police to report his father for insufficient adoration of Big Brother. In Mason City now, the little bastard can do it instantly from the comfort of his bean bag chair.
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*For younger readers: Mason City produced Meredeth Wilson who produced 76 Trombones set in a Mason City pseudonymously called River City. Professor Harold Hill blew into town on a moral crusade to get the youngsters out of the pool hall and into band uniforms. He turned out to be a charlatan. His offspring remained and were elected to high city office.
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