Neanderpundit

and lust after.

Tam had a couple posts yesterday about the strange cravings she has, and I have some similar sources of covetousness.

I have put my hands on a handful of firearms in my life, not being a serious collector, and I’m well on my way to having- or making- the stuff I want

Most of my desires run to long guns, my short game being not my strong point. And there are those “necessity” long guns, like a 44 mag chambered Marlin 336. I made that one out of a 30-30 336 and a bunch of spare parts; it’s a little crude but it can shoot moment of deer. Also, my Charles Daly/Traditions muzzleloader, required for hunting in the hoosier state and in Illinois. These are both firearms I would not otherwise own, but I like them just fine.

No, there are a handful of firearms I want and intend eventually to have, and here is my short list.

22. I think the Browning Auto-22 in all it’s incarnations is the pinnacle of the firearm manufacturers art. I have one of the Remington Speedmaster versions. it was made when my father was a small child. it is in incredible condition for it’s age, and it shoots like a house afire. The Auto-22 version is also an incredible shooter. I regularly take mine to 22 matches and beat the pants off guys wiht full tactical hypermodified bull barreled 10-22 rifles.

30 carbine. I have one that’s just plain pretty. It’s not a military rifle, it’s a postwar civillian version. It came with the ugliest stock ever, and a stamped steel trigger group. I replaced the stock and trigger group, and the stock has thirty-odd coats of Minwax Antique Oil Finish. It looks like a million bucks. I love love love shooting it. I also love my reproduction m4 bayonet, which fits my carbine like a dream.

I have a Harry McGowan Interarms mauser in 30-06. It isn’t what I’d call “bespoke” but it is at the upper end of the market as far as quality is concerned. if I were to replace it, it
would be the same caliber, but it would have to be a Rigby rifle or something from one of the old German makers.

I want a fine double in 16 or 20 gauge. Ideally, a Dominion grade Holland and Holland. I’ve seen them in the $8k range. Failing that, a Purdey, or at the very least, a Parker-Hale. I don’t want anything any more modern than 1930.

I want a nice A-5 in Sweet Sixteen. I don’t care if it’s perfect when I get it, I don’t mind rebluing it, I don’t want a collectible, I want a finely made Browning designed shotgun.

I have a nice double; I want two more. I want to build a 44 magnum double on a leFever forged receiver. I want a big thumping double in 500 or 577.

I want a Harry Pope Rifle. I don’t care which one, though I would love to put my hands on one of the pope-ballards in 25-20.

Those are the principle lusts I have, or had, until Tam pointed out that the BLR was available in 35 Whelen, which is a cartridge I’ve lusted after for a while It would be better if it was available in the Savage 99, the “other” conventional magazine levergun (and, in my mind, the most beautiful), but to have a 35 whelen levergun? I’d ‘Settle” for the BLR.

Want to see them shut down?

This is how it’s done.

No, you or I will probably not be able to pull this off. but Penn Jillette can, and did. Read the whole thing. If you’re of the inclination to follow suit, do so. Bear in mind it will probably cost you some time in slam, possibly your job, and a bunch of aggrivation by law enforcement. But if you want to “fight back”, do this.

me, I’m incapable of humiliation or embarrassment, anything those TSA fucks do to me is gonna harm them more psychologically than it can ever do to me.

hat tip to mr B

When someone puts their hand on the package of Og

that they get this odd expression on their face.

No, it hasn’t happened for years, but I used to really look forward to that moment, when a woman slid her hand south and got a handful (or three) she didn’t expect. The open mouth, the wide eyes. the questions- ‘Do you have a hernia? Is there a marmoset in your pocket? why isn’t your voice deeper? ‘

South Park notwithstanding, women do not seem to like large balls. So, every one who has experienced them up close and personal has worked (or so they claim) very hard to purge the memory from their system. Some use alcohol, some have contemplated lobotomies.

One way or another, I suspect it’s a good thing. Having hundreds of TSA goons sitting alone at night in their rooms, lights off, drinking that sensation out of their heads, can only be good. Maybe eventually they’ll all go barking mad and we’ll go back to “Normal” airport security, where grannies and six year old cubscouts with dull pocketknives are left alone, and muslims get stripsearched and sedated for the duration of the flight.