I semi-promised a price log, but it just wasn't interesting enough to bother with. It was a consignment sale apparently built around a couple of small dealers who were reducing inventory or getting out of the business. Most of the offerings were junkish old shotguns and ho-hum NIB stuff, heavy on the Glockenpoppers and Fry Points. In general, these WalMart--ish pieces brought less money than we've come to expect. Several NIB Glockers went for pre-Obama prices --$400-$500.
The Garand, a little better than the average example, brought $1,000. The Rockola carbine brought $750, one bid better than my top; very, very nice but with a Blue Sky import stamp.
Yours truly still spent too damned much money. Foolishly. Why the heck does he want a Nagent? He has no sentimental ties to Tula. 'cuz it was cheap, that's why, and pretty as a Russian Lady Tractor Driver.
The nice 1953 Savage 99 was a little more defensible. Ever since his buddy in the GMA lucked into one, he' been beside himself with envy. (Fun fact: The .300 Savage round was built to match original .30-06 military ballistics.)
The other two were junkers, one Stevens Little Krag, complete and $20 and one non-shooting Mossberg, bought for the price of the magazine which was needed here for the 152 -- the Mossy .22 with the flip-down fore end to make a kid feel like John Wayne with a Thompson.
(If I don't watch myself I'm going to get seriously and expensively interested in collecting boys' rifle.)
Some other stuff, too, but not worth mentioning except as they affected the total day's tab, the size of which made me grateful for friends who fed me last night.
Dec 9, 2013
Song of the South
There's a generation of reloaders who think the finest bullet -- serious target and hunting stuff --should cost a nickel or less. They cringe at the Obama-era tab of two bits and up for one bullet, even when paid for in Bernanke's Federal Reserve Cartoons.
So this pleased me yesterday:
A fresh thousand of them (.224 and 55 grains) grace the reloading shack. They set me back more than a nickel per, but way less than a piece of zinc with a hokey picture of George Washington carelessly stamped on it.
Veterans might recognize it, but it's been off the market for a long time, and youngsters might not identify it as a vintage Nosler, one of the first commercial solid base designs, meant to expand but hold together.
I included the picture to show the oddly wide machined cannulure. It was supposed to a lot of good -- reduce pressure slightly, grip the case mouth tightly, improve accuracy, reduce the national debt, and prevent the UN from admitting Red China.
Mr. Nosler called it his "Zipedo." Love it. Zipedo doo dah, zipedo day...
So this pleased me yesterday:
Veterans might recognize it, but it's been off the market for a long time, and youngsters might not identify it as a vintage Nosler, one of the first commercial solid base designs, meant to expand but hold together.
I included the picture to show the oddly wide machined cannulure. It was supposed to a lot of good -- reduce pressure slightly, grip the case mouth tightly, improve accuracy, reduce the national debt, and prevent the UN from admitting Red China.
Mr. Nosler called it his "Zipedo." Love it. Zipedo doo dah, zipedo day...
Dec 8, 2013
Ho Ho Ho and maybe Bang Bang Bang
A good little boy around here is thinking hard about buying himself a Christmas present when Tom Eberle auctions off bunch of lethal weapons (pdf) later this morning.
Who wouldn't want chance to augment his fantasy command to a full squad, just in case the captain orders him to take the MG42 nest from the Nazis, somewhere in France, 1944.
His current in-place TOE arms and equips only a scant fire team -- webbing and weapons for a private, a senior corporal. And himself, of course, a young but grizzled staff who left his carbine back in the foxhole to permit greater mobility as -- and we're talking Audie Murphy here -- he leads the charge with his 1911A.
Of course we'd wipe them out and earn two silver stars and The Medal, but a squad would be better, even if scant -- my vets plus a couple of peach fuzz draftees from the repple depple. I'd arm them myself with the Springfield Garand and Rockola carbine which lead off the rifle section in the sale bill.
N.B. -- Yeah, it's possible that I could expand my team to seven or eight with captured German, Frog, and Norwegian stuff, but that is not part of the fantasy which compels me to blow them away with Made in America.
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We'll see what the disbursing officer thinks.
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I'll try to log and post the prices, at least for the more interesting stuff. Beats working.
Who wouldn't want chance to augment his fantasy command to a full squad, just in case the captain orders him to take the MG42 nest from the Nazis, somewhere in France, 1944.
His current in-place TOE arms and equips only a scant fire team -- webbing and weapons for a private, a senior corporal. And himself, of course, a young but grizzled staff who left his carbine back in the foxhole to permit greater mobility as -- and we're talking Audie Murphy here -- he leads the charge with his 1911A.
Of course we'd wipe them out and earn two silver stars and The Medal, but a squad would be better, even if scant -- my vets plus a couple of peach fuzz draftees from the repple depple. I'd arm them myself with the Springfield Garand and Rockola carbine which lead off the rifle section in the sale bill.
N.B. -- Yeah, it's possible that I could expand my team to seven or eight with captured German, Frog, and Norwegian stuff, but that is not part of the fantasy which compels me to blow them away with Made in America.
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We'll see what the disbursing officer thinks.
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I'll try to log and post the prices, at least for the more interesting stuff. Beats working.
Dec 6, 2013
Winter havoc
Twelve below this night. And me with only one dog.
I know some of you guys don't believe us when we talk about bigass continental highs, huge, cold, sluggish ones. Almost Jack London cold; Vilhjalmur Stefansson cold.
Take a look at the weather map, dammit. See the triangle with its point down in the Texas malarial zones? Even there around Houston shivering white guys are hiring mules named Pedro to sneak them across the border and on down to Coatzacoalcos.
Anyway, the cold high spreads up and out. By the time it hits my sorry latitude it spans Flyover from the Cascades to the Soo Locks and plops its butt down for a nice, long visit.
Oh sure, it goes up into Canada too, but screw those guys. Buncha foreigners. Let 'em freeze from their heads right down to their long-gun registry. What's Canada ever done for us?
Huh?
Okay. I meant to say what's Canada done for us lately?
I know some of you guys don't believe us when we talk about bigass continental highs, huge, cold, sluggish ones. Almost Jack London cold; Vilhjalmur Stefansson cold.
Take a look at the weather map, dammit. See the triangle with its point down in the Texas malarial zones? Even there around Houston shivering white guys are hiring mules named Pedro to sneak them across the border and on down to Coatzacoalcos.
Anyway, the cold high spreads up and out. By the time it hits my sorry latitude it spans Flyover from the Cascades to the Soo Locks and plops its butt down for a nice, long visit.
Oh sure, it goes up into Canada too, but screw those guys. Buncha foreigners. Let 'em freeze from their heads right down to their long-gun registry. What's Canada ever done for us?
Huh?
Okay. I meant to say what's Canada done for us lately?
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