Neanderpundit

My closest friend,Partner, and his brother, have been at the range with me quite a few times; I have managed to get them addicted and they now compete for the largest collection of military arms.

Partner, tonight, found and purchased a beautiful post ww2 garand. Clean and bright, finish intact, and not a major scuff or dent anywhere on the stock. Now the brother has to rachet it up.

Partner already has a correct Garand sniper. And an Inland carbine, wood so sweet it’s like it was just machined. And a Krag with a mirror bright barrel and perfect wood. And an O3A3 that looks like it just came off the rack. I think his brother has him beat with Springfields and mausers, and has more short guns, including a sweet Uberti top break.

Best part? I take them to the gunstores. I get them to buy the stuff. I get to go to the range with them and shoot it. And then they take it home and clean it. And I don’t spend a single dime.

I have never felt this smart before, ever.

On an impossible catch by Jackson, and Kelly, who’s from Philly, is going absolutely batshit insane.

* Oh well, so much for that. looks like it’ll be Steelers/Cardinals in the Super Bowl.

Go. Read. And drool.