Neanderpundit

Came home today from a side gig to find out the neighbor’s boy had killed one of the smaller groundhogs in the back yard. Whippersnappper. I’m gonna have the damnedest time getting rid of the rest of them. He would take the easy one.

Chris writes here about Bubba-ed guns, and I have to wholeheartedly agree. I hate finding a bubbaed gun.

The 45 I just blued was one such gun, and since it was bubbaed to begin with, I really didn’t care what else happened to it.

Now, I have “normal” sized hands. For a guy my size, I should have huge, honking, sausage finger hands. But I don’t. So shooting my 45 is an adventure- the frame bites my trigger finger, the heel of my hand, and the eavertail grip safety was just… annoying. So I bobbed the gun aft, cut a deeper fingernotch in the frame, and made some other changes to make it more comfortable for me to shoot. So the value of the gun is almost nonexistent- except to me, and I am the one who has to shoot it. So yes, My name is Og, and I bubba guns.

This picture- with my crappy digital camera- doesn’t do this gun justice. The blue is almost black, and it was easy as can be. Good lord, why didn’t I do this sooner? Now all I need is a rear sight.

Good friend of mine told me I was gonna end up looking like “a nawleans pimp” with the ivory grips.

Hm. Maybe a new side job.