Photo above is my Great Great Grandfather, Civil War Veteran, Company C, First Kentucky Cavalry, U.S.

Mom and Dad had antecedents on both sides of that bloody conflict. Counties were split, towns were split, and families were split. It was never as simple as being the north versus the south.

The Preacherman says, "My advice to you is to get yourself a gun and learn how to shoot." The Gunman says, "My advice to you is to get yourself a Bible and learn how to pray."

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Friday, April 24, 2015

Here is my new Glock 43


In the Great State of Texas I have a younger, smarter, more successful, taller, better looking, brother from another father and mother.  Among other things, we share a kindred taste in firearms and gun-leather. The man carries some cast-iron credentials; whenever he speaks, I listen and learn.

I am happy to say that the Glock 43 in the above photo is now mine.  It arrived at a local gun store earlier this week; since it sat unclaimed on the shelf for nearly two-days I took that as a Divine sign that it was meant to be mine.  I’ll pick it up on Tuesday of next week, subsequent to the expiration of the requisite Illinois waiting period. 

I’ll do a short review of the G 43 after I have some time to shake it down. 


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