That dueling has gone out of style in this state lately…

Else one of us would be injured or dead right now.

Instead, I just walked away. Sadly, in this state, it is unlawful to shoot someone, even if they REALLY REALLY deserve it.

ETA: If dueling were legal, I doubt people would mouth off so often, or so loudly…or so fearlessly.

Today is Flag day

Winchester .223 ammo recall:


http://www.winchester.com/library/news/Pages/News-Product-Warning-and-Recall-Notice.aspx

I actually accomplish something.

Other days, I play Whack-A-Mole.

Guess which category today was?

About damned time that they decided to stand up and be heard. Sometimes I wonder about the legislators in my state.

Now if they’ll just pass some legislation to codify things, we’d be all set. 

H/T: Unc

About the fact that, while we as legally armed individuals have always been perceived as a threat by (many, if not most) of the police officers in this country, we as citizens have, more and more, every reason to perceive police officers as a threat to our safety.

And he’s right. It ain’t gonna end well for any of us.

And I find that sad. When I was but a lad, and into my earlier years as an adult, I knew many police officers. Many were, quite frankly, complete screaming assholes. I did not like them, and they did not like me. But I respected them, as they were what I believed a police officer should be….Sheepdogs. Guardians of the herd, if you will. People as well as officers, who were respected in their community and generally didn’t need to create that respect with force. Officers who used their authority carefully. Many of those “assholes” would have been the first people I would turn to for help. Sadly, more and more, there are fewer and fewer officers of that caliber in our police forces today.

But today there are too many instances where the police force their authority (or what authority they think they should have) with violence and firearms. And they get away with it too often. And they hide behind the “blue wall”. Which makes them, in the minds of many of the citizens which they are supposed to protect, just another gang, only one with badges. And they lose, by their behavior, the respect that they need in order to do their jobs effectively. 

Many of those officers who I once knew are gone now. But I think that they would shake their heads and spit at the incidents that happen today.

More thoughts HERE

Best statements HERE…

And while I agree with the “First Amendment!” cries, I also think that a gentleman acts like one, and not an ass….

Myself, I think that ASM826 has the best idea. Write to his advertisers. Take away (or damage) his source of income. (which is likely why he did the deed, to raise his traffic numbers). First amendment rules, but let his wallet make its feelings known.

Then again, in the old days, we’d just whup his ass.

No links to the offending blog, why drive traffic to him?

Thought I had the .22 challenge tied up…Both divisions. 

I came in third in the Iron Sights portion.

Next time. (Maybe….If I have as good a day as I had a few weeks ago)

I still had a good day with the scoped 10-22.

Now if I could only do it when there are, you know, monetary prizes….

Pickdog and YOF: those are some nice targets….

Am dealing with the aftermath of a windstorm we had here. 120+MPH winds. Lots of storm damage.

Cleanup of broken/uprooted trees will likely take weeks. Took a half day off work and cleaned trees away from houses for 6 hours so that the power company folks can work their magic to return the flow of electrons to the homes for fridges and freezers and AC devices…and lights and phone chargers and well pumps and entertainment boxes and such. But mostly AC. Chainsaws and a tractor to haul broken trees. I’d rather be running the tractor, but Midwest Chick drove and I handled the chains and saws and tree tongs. 

And it had to be the hottest day of the year (so far). I drank a little over 1.5 gallons of assorted fluids in 6 hours and moved about 5 tons of wood. Literally. Gatorade is your friend in this heat and humidity, friends.

Dinner, bed and more tomorrow. If I can get out of bed.

Was D-Day.

You either understand, and know what to do, or you don’t.

Simple as that. If you don’t understand, then I feel sorry for you.