At a small country auction this morning in Northwest Iowa:
Mossberg Model 185D-B 20 ga. bolt action, 2 3/4" chamber; $160
Winchester 3030 Model 94, used very little; $900 and note that this was recent production, routinely available NIB at near half the hammer price.
Marlin Model 19G, 12 ga. pump shot gun w/long barrel; c. $125
Marlin Model #37 -22 pump rifle; $210. I dropped out at $150 due to condition; the butt stock was too trashy.
Colt DA 32 (sic) w/case & US issue holster, was Jim's dad's WWI issue; $500. My "sic" was sic. It was a .32 Colt, an old 4-inch Police Positive, and undoubtedly a POW rather than an "issue" revolver. The holster was issue but too long for this piece and likely intended for the earlier GI Colt .38.
Colt Huntsman 22 long rifle, auto; $500. Arguably reasonable, but I considered the condition to be low-average and the price too high for a shooter.
Rohm 22 Magnum Model 66; $160. Junk in any condition, and this one was about average.
Ruger .22 auto .22 long; $310. A routine Ruger Standard, 6-inch, which are all over the loopholes here at c. $210-220.
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I believe I mentioned that our agripersons stagger under the load of Obama/Bernanke/Congressslug cash and tend to get somewhat "excitable" when under the thrall of a good auctioneer offering blue steel. I apologize for the poor characterization and should have written that they get galactically freeken hysterical.
Dec 2, 2012
Incoming!
This is what happens when a guy yields to his tender feelings and starts pandering to an orphan. (And also when the auto-fuzz feature on his new three-volt Nikon Cockroach goes into action.)
And this is what happens when her yowling snaps the patience of visiting Hungarian Royalty, to wit, Her Royal Visla-ness, Buda.
And this is what happens when her yowling snaps the patience of visiting Hungarian Royalty, to wit, Her Royal Visla-ness, Buda.
The delinquent cat disappeared for a while. The dog was unhurt. I assured Buda's retainers, my heir the Lady-in-Waiting and and her esteemed husband, the Footman, that no mentionable harm was done and that I, myself, had not totally lacked a similar impulse.
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All in all it was something of a favor. That was the last truly ugly window in the Great Room of the Commandant's Quarters here at Camp J, headquarters of the Northern Expeditionary Force. The incident will move me to direct the Base Maintenance Section of my G-4 to redesign it.
Meanwhile, a little more Gorilla tape stays the winter gales.
Nov 30, 2012
Castle Doctrine; How Many Times Can I Shoot?
You'll never meet two cuter kids than Haile Kifer, 18, and Nicholas Brady Schaeffel, 17, cousins who personify the American ideal of wholesome good looks. They could do Pepsodent ads.
You'll also never meet a 64-year-old retired government security geek who looks more ominous than Byron Smith. He's the guy who shot them. And shot and shot.
Haile and Nick could easily have been featured in a happy 1940s Ronald Reagan/June Allyson movie. Unfortunately, they seemed to enjoy burglarizing other folks' homes.
Every media outlet in America lusts for a piece of this story, lots of drama plus a segue into another Castle Doctrine shouting match.
It happened Thanksgiving Day. Byron says he was tinkering in his basement shop when Nick came down the stairs, either unarmed or carrying a piece of pipe. So Byron shot him, dropped, him, and fired a finisher.
Then came Haile. And the second most bizarre fact -- if fact it be -- of the tale.
Smith said he sat down in a chair when Kifer started walking down the steps. Smith shot her and she also fell down the stairs. He tried to shoot her a second time, but his rifle* jammed. When the gun jammed, Kifer laughed at him, fueling his anger...
(He then used his ".22 revolver" to silence her misplaced sense of humor.)
"If you're trying to shoot somebody and they laugh at you, you go again," he told police.
Most bizarre: He let the bodies season for 24 hours before deciding to ask a neighbor to call the cops who booked him for Murder Two.
It's going to be hard to find a hero in this one.
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The dead thugs made the overriding error. All they had to do to stay alive on Thanksgiving Day was to decline to invade that home. No burglary, no funeral, no anguished families.
And Shooter Smith is not destined to become the poster boy for libertarian self-defense principles. He was conceptually within that framework when he raised the rifle against threat and shot until the young man fell helpless. Likewise, there's no argument against his stopping the girl's advance. But:
Smith told police he then shot Kifer "more times than I needed to" in the chest, leaving her gasping for air. He ended her suffering with a "good, clean finishing shot" under her chin.
He probably blew his Castle Doctrine protections somewhere amidst the gunfire, but if not then, later when he told the authorities he "wanted them dead."
Good gawdamighty. Was there ever a more compelling example of the need to shut your stupid mouth and hire a lawyer to do your talking for you?
There's a lot more to be sorted out, and the accused finally got a lawyer, a man we rather assume is trying hard to recall everything he ever read about the diminished responsibility defense.
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*A Mini-14, according to my private spook in the MSM.
You'll also never meet a 64-year-old retired government security geek who looks more ominous than Byron Smith. He's the guy who shot them. And shot and shot.
Haile and Nick could easily have been featured in a happy 1940s Ronald Reagan/June Allyson movie. Unfortunately, they seemed to enjoy burglarizing other folks' homes.
Every media outlet in America lusts for a piece of this story, lots of drama plus a segue into another Castle Doctrine shouting match.
It happened Thanksgiving Day. Byron says he was tinkering in his basement shop when Nick came down the stairs, either unarmed or carrying a piece of pipe. So Byron shot him, dropped, him, and fired a finisher.
Then came Haile. And the second most bizarre fact -- if fact it be -- of the tale.
Smith said he sat down in a chair when Kifer started walking down the steps. Smith shot her and she also fell down the stairs. He tried to shoot her a second time, but his rifle* jammed. When the gun jammed, Kifer laughed at him, fueling his anger...
(He then used his ".22 revolver" to silence her misplaced sense of humor.)
"If you're trying to shoot somebody and they laugh at you, you go again," he told police.
Most bizarre: He let the bodies season for 24 hours before deciding to ask a neighbor to call the cops who booked him for Murder Two.
It's going to be hard to find a hero in this one.
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The dead thugs made the overriding error. All they had to do to stay alive on Thanksgiving Day was to decline to invade that home. No burglary, no funeral, no anguished families.
And Shooter Smith is not destined to become the poster boy for libertarian self-defense principles. He was conceptually within that framework when he raised the rifle against threat and shot until the young man fell helpless. Likewise, there's no argument against his stopping the girl's advance. But:
Smith told police he then shot Kifer "more times than I needed to" in the chest, leaving her gasping for air. He ended her suffering with a "good, clean finishing shot" under her chin.
He probably blew his Castle Doctrine protections somewhere amidst the gunfire, but if not then, later when he told the authorities he "wanted them dead."
Good gawdamighty. Was there ever a more compelling example of the need to shut your stupid mouth and hire a lawyer to do your talking for you?
There's a lot more to be sorted out, and the accused finally got a lawyer, a man we rather assume is trying hard to recall everything he ever read about the diminished responsibility defense.
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*A Mini-14, according to my private spook in the MSM.
Nov 29, 2012
The outsider
She's getting fat. Needs a name. Also needs a heated cat house for the coming cold.
Yes, I'm well aware that the window could stand washing, recaulking, and painting. This will be done when I am finished with the cat house, unless I'm too tired or something.
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