Neanderpundit

Pascal’s anger takes him to places his irritation cannot, and when he does, it’s worth a read. This piece he originally penned in 06 is as valid and important now as then, and if you haven’t read it before you ought to now.

No incense. No peppermints.
Had some brie and black forest ham for dinner sunday. Brunch consisted of a Gyros skillet with hashbrowns, eggs, and feta cheese.

The Ogwife and I awoke to what can only be described as…

…. Well, no. It pretty much defied description. The dog was throwing up in the living room, and we opened several windows before there was enough oxygen in the room to breathe normally again. The Oglet just shook her head and ran through the cloud on the way to the garage.

Robb asks the question, and it’s a good one.

Money being no object, of course, and me having painfully expensive tastes, my five guns would be (in no particular order of preference:

1: A Holland and Holland Royal Double rifle, made by hand for me. 500 nitro, or 577 nitro. Full leather recoil pad, single trigger, automatic safety, Royal scroll. Packed in a “Motor” style case with silver oil bottles and rhino-horn spare firing pin and spare ivory sight bottles.

2: A Browning Auto 5. There are faster shotguns. There are lighter shotguns. There are prettier shotguns. I do not think there can be a better shotgun. And I don’t want just any Auto 5, I want Serial Number 1, in the Browning Museum. I want to have the actual one held and used by JMB himself.

3: A 275 Rigby. Not just any 275 Rigby, this one.

4: an engraved Savage 99. Preferably engraved by one of the masters at Abercrombie and Fitch. (or Griffin and Howe) Something like this

5: A muzzle/breech loaded 25-20 by Harry Pope.

H/T USC