Poor man that I am, when someone offers me a Winchester 97 for $25, I'll find a way. Maybe borrow a bicycle and go can collecting along the highway.
She's seen here somewhere between before and after. The masking tape that held her wood together is gone, along with some of its gummy residue. Some of the patina is missing. But she's still jammed open and will probably stay that way. I hate tearing down Model 97s.
If I got enough of the gunk from the oil-soaked chip and butt stock wrist, I'll epoxy them back together, reattach the wood, steel-wool the rest of the tape crap off, and offer her up as a "parts" gun or decorator. If the glue won't hold, I'll push her as one of the few Model 97 three-piece takedowns in existence. Or maybe a rawhide wrap. Add a few brass tacks and she becomes a genuine Injun gun.
It's something to do in my dedicated gun-tinkering time while I'm waiting for the Commander slide. If the nice folks at Caspian meet their promised schedule, it's due in three weeks.
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Sure I know the old Corn Shucker's provenance, all the way from the night Private Alvin C. Blatnik (ret.) of Strawberry Point, Iowa, won her from Teddy Roosevelt in a five-card stud session at the 10th annual Rough Riders reunion. But you guys wouldn't be interested.
Libertarian thinking about everything. --Ere he shall lose an eye for such a trifle... For doing deeds of nature! I'm ashamed. The law is such an ass. -- G. Chapman, 1654.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 17, 2014
The Brave Squaw Battle
About this time of evening 138 years ago, Crazy Horse led his triumphant Sioux and Cheyenne light cavalry northward to the Great Camp on the Little Big Horn. Behind him, General George Crook retreated southward from the valley of Rosebud Creek.
The prelude to Little Big Horn was over, final score Indians 53 kills, Blue Coats 8, a lopsided upset of the White Eyes and personal victory for the man who has come down to us as Crazy Horse (nee Curly and, later, Strange Man).
We remember it (if at all) as the the Rosebud Battle. The Indians recall it as the Fight Where Buffalo Calf Woman Saved Her Brother.
Warrior "chief" Comes-in Sight was shot from his horse. She batted her own mount into action, charged no-man's-land, and whisked him to safety as the Blue Coats lobbed big .45-70 bullets all around her. Nine days later, Indian legend has it, she was fighting alongside her husband some 30 miles to the north and was perhaps the warrior queen who knocked Custer from his horse.
(So, a century before Ms. Magazine, women of the Horse Indians were welcome to combat duty if they wished. It was no big deal. Certainly it was something other than a social experiment in gender politics.)
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The airy, opinionated, and semi-dependable Mari Sandoz wrote briefly of Rosebud in her biography, Crazy Horse.* She credits him with the same decoy tactics he used in the 1868 Fetterman slaughter. More interestingly, she somehow knows his private thoughts as he overlooked the creek valley where Crook's mule-mounted infantry rested in marching order. (Flop where you stop and don't get too worried about guards and pickets.) Crazy Horse wished for better guns, she wrote, and for braves who would fight cooperatively and win rather than made mad rushes for coups and die.
It didn't matter much at Rosebud, nor later at the Custer fight. The Indian alliance mixed up some sound unit tactics with their traditional lust for individual glory and won. Both times.
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Crook's order of battle is fairly clear, about 960 of the mule-riding infantry, some 250 civilian employees and hangers-on, and up to 300 Shoshone and Crow "scouts." It may be telling that he ordered an ammunition allowance of just 100 rounds per man for their 1873 Springfield single shots.
Crazy Horse didn't have an orderly to write up nice neat daily morning reports. So the Indian TOE that day isn't clear, although the weaponry ranged from war clubs and bows to a few modern rifles and revolvers taken from the enemy dead in earlier battles. He appears to have been one of the leaders of something like 1,000 fighting men. And one valiant woman.
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Travel note: It is a middling-hard slog into the actual battle site, and I was glad for high ground clearance. In wet weather the four-wheel-drive would have been a necessity rather than my macho manhood symbol. Still, it's an interesting and beautiful site, and if you're in the neighborhood I suggest you pop in. Carry a snake stick for sure, and a sidearm may make you feel a little more secure in the well-ravined isolation.
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*ISBN 978-0803292116, pp. 317-322
The prelude to Little Big Horn was over, final score Indians 53 kills, Blue Coats 8, a lopsided upset of the White Eyes and personal victory for the man who has come down to us as Crazy Horse (nee Curly and, later, Strange Man).
We remember it (if at all) as the the Rosebud Battle. The Indians recall it as the Fight Where Buffalo Calf Woman Saved Her Brother.
Warrior "chief" Comes-in Sight was shot from his horse. She batted her own mount into action, charged no-man's-land, and whisked him to safety as the Blue Coats lobbed big .45-70 bullets all around her. Nine days later, Indian legend has it, she was fighting alongside her husband some 30 miles to the north and was perhaps the warrior queen who knocked Custer from his horse.
(So, a century before Ms. Magazine, women of the Horse Indians were welcome to combat duty if they wished. It was no big deal. Certainly it was something other than a social experiment in gender politics.)
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The airy, opinionated, and semi-dependable Mari Sandoz wrote briefly of Rosebud in her biography, Crazy Horse.* She credits him with the same decoy tactics he used in the 1868 Fetterman slaughter. More interestingly, she somehow knows his private thoughts as he overlooked the creek valley where Crook's mule-mounted infantry rested in marching order. (Flop where you stop and don't get too worried about guards and pickets.) Crazy Horse wished for better guns, she wrote, and for braves who would fight cooperatively and win rather than made mad rushes for coups and die.
It didn't matter much at Rosebud, nor later at the Custer fight. The Indian alliance mixed up some sound unit tactics with their traditional lust for individual glory and won. Both times.
---
Crook's order of battle is fairly clear, about 960 of the mule-riding infantry, some 250 civilian employees and hangers-on, and up to 300 Shoshone and Crow "scouts." It may be telling that he ordered an ammunition allowance of just 100 rounds per man for their 1873 Springfield single shots.
Crazy Horse didn't have an orderly to write up nice neat daily morning reports. So the Indian TOE that day isn't clear, although the weaponry ranged from war clubs and bows to a few modern rifles and revolvers taken from the enemy dead in earlier battles. He appears to have been one of the leaders of something like 1,000 fighting men. And one valiant woman.
---
Travel note: It is a middling-hard slog into the actual battle site, and I was glad for high ground clearance. In wet weather the four-wheel-drive would have been a necessity rather than my macho manhood symbol. Still, it's an interesting and beautiful site, and if you're in the neighborhood I suggest you pop in. Carry a snake stick for sure, and a sidearm may make you feel a little more secure in the well-ravined isolation.
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*ISBN 978-0803292116, pp. 317-322
The federal government has learned that Marshalltown, Iowa, is full of lazy, flabby kids, a crisis of deep national concern, so:
Last fall, the Marshalltown School District ... (landed a $1. 4 million DOE grant) to focus on getting kids active. The district purchased 4,000 pedometers with the grant money and found many students weren’t reaching a recommended goal of 9,100 steps a day.
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Physical fitness in the 1950s:
Scene: The breakfast table.
Dad: Cut the grass this morning.
Jim: But I was going to hike down to Kalo with Richie and Ron.
Dad: Cut the grass first.
So it was spoken. And done.
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Free pedometers for layabout kids? ? You have to sh*tting me.
The Youth Physical Fitness plank in my 2016 presidential campaign platform.:
"Cut the grass you lazy little creeps."
Last fall, the Marshalltown School District ... (landed a $1. 4 million DOE grant) to focus on getting kids active. The district purchased 4,000 pedometers with the grant money and found many students weren’t reaching a recommended goal of 9,100 steps a day.
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Physical fitness in the 1950s:
Scene: The breakfast table.
Dad: Cut the grass this morning.
Jim: But I was going to hike down to Kalo with Richie and Ron.
Dad: Cut the grass first.
So it was spoken. And done.
---
Free pedometers for layabout kids? ? You have to sh*tting me.
The Youth Physical Fitness plank in my 2016 presidential campaign platform.:
"Cut the grass you lazy little creeps."
Jun 16, 2014
Do I need glasses or is truth really getting even fuzzier?
Three days ago our Commander-in-Chief stood on the White House lawn and told America: No combat troops to Iraq. That was pleasant to hear given that American warriors are relatively untrained in adjudicating disputes between rival religious sects.
This afternoon we learn that he has told congress he's sending "up to" 275 special forces troops to Iraq.
If I know government flackery correctly, the Ministry of Truth is warp-speed keyboarding the logical explanation that these forces are not "combat" troops. While "equipped for direct fighting," they're really some other kind of troops. Therefore the White House/State Department complex is not nearly as schizoid as any intelligent observer would first believe.
If so -- if they are other than active warriors -- then WTF are we directing them to do? Organize block parties? Hold knitting bees? Help the Jihad reduce its carbon foot print?
When we learn to our amazement that none of this works, we can surge in some more people. Why not? It is certainly a vital national interest to promote a reasoned dialog about who gets first crack at the afterlife virgins, not to mention the lion's share of oil loot; well worth all the young American blood it takes.
This afternoon we learn that he has told congress he's sending "up to" 275 special forces troops to Iraq.
If I know government flackery correctly, the Ministry of Truth is warp-speed keyboarding the logical explanation that these forces are not "combat" troops. While "equipped for direct fighting," they're really some other kind of troops. Therefore the White House/State Department complex is not nearly as schizoid as any intelligent observer would first believe.
If so -- if they are other than active warriors -- then WTF are we directing them to do? Organize block parties? Hold knitting bees? Help the Jihad reduce its carbon foot print?
When we learn to our amazement that none of this works, we can surge in some more people. Why not? It is certainly a vital national interest to promote a reasoned dialog about who gets first crack at the afterlife virgins, not to mention the lion's share of oil loot; well worth all the young American blood it takes.
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