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Thursday, February 28, 2019
Monthly Weigh-in 02/28/2019 = UNCHANGED at 190-lbs; When it comes to concealed carry I still do more "Dressing Around The Gut" than "Dressing Around The Gun"
For this weigh-in I was actually a couple pounds under 190 ... but I only log weight loss in increments of 5-lbs so it is officially no change since last month ... BUT I am still doing just a wee bit of celebrating; I take those missing couple of pounds to mean that I'm over the hump for this winter. You see, once fall sets in I usually go into a hibernation stupor of eating and laziness and my fair-weather concerns about being overweight are soon forgotten ... I can waddle into winter weighing ~190 (or whatever my low weight is for that year) and come out a few weeks after Groundhog Day weighing in excess of 220. That cycle was never a good thing for any stage of my life. Now that my geezerdom is closing in on the "three-score-and-ten" year danger-zone, achieving and maintaining an acceptable bodyweight is mission critical.
Anyway, NO WEIGHT GAIN is big win. Yes, I am surprised that I didn't fall back into my rut of bad wintertime habits.
Spring is just scant weeks away ... I can feel it coming ... bring it on!
Friday, February 22, 2019
The pistol above is 100-years-old. The sole eight-round MAGAzine that came with the pistol when I purchased it likely is the original.
U.S. Armament Corporation is currently making new, Colt Licensed, Model M 1903 pistols. They are also making new MAGAzines to original spec
but do not have them listed for sale at their website (I couldn't find them on my first visit but they are in fact there). Yesterday I discovered that Brownells had them in stock so I ordered three of them.
When they arrive I'll append photos below.
The three new mags arrived on schedule, in good condition.
All tucked away. They'll get some range time soon enough.
911 dispatchers hear some strange things; nothing is beyond belief. A gorilla prowling around your house? Help is on the way!
This dumbass miscreant really METHED up (not a misspelling). At present, I doubt that a 911 dispatcher anywhere in the USA would take a call about a gorilla wearing a MAGA hat as a top priority.
Anyhow, dressing up as an endangered species is no protection against being shot by a terrified homeowner; subsequently, said homeowner may be inclined to drag your carcass to the taxidermist to be processed for the trophy room.
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Years ago I used a snap cap brand made of hard plastic that used a spring-loaded metal strike-pan. They were not inexpensive nor were they very durable; when they failed the spring would fly out of the gun barrel; I gave up on snap caps until I ran across this brand.
Dry-fire is recommended as a training aid by most qualified instructors (I am a longtime student of the gun, I am not an instructor). Dry-fire is more a part of my practice now than before. I rediscovered that it helps me; your mileage may vary.
Costs for live-fire practice add up in a hurry; range time, ammunition, targets, travel time and expense, etc. While live-fire practice is far more fun, dry-fire practice is far easier on the wallet and it makes my range visits more worthwhile. I have a "cold range" in the basement where I do all of my dry-fire practice (including holster drills); always, safety first.
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Saturday, February 16, 2019
I kinda figured it would, but it took me a long while to get around to checking it out.
The holster was purchased sized for the Colt Detective Special.
Friday, February 15, 2019
Thursday, February 14, 2019
(The cat above is named "Freak," a Chicagoland ANTIFA breed. He lets me live here.)
“Buy her diamonds,” demand the commercials on radio, television, and the internet. Cram it, that just ain’t evah gonna happen. I don’t care how much these commercials try to shame me into feeling cheap or unsuccessful, there ain’t gonna be any Valentine’s Diamond. Nor will there be a new Lexus in the driveway, elegantly wrapped in a gigantic heart-shaped red ribbon. Are we crystal clear on that?
Many women, if not most, hate Valentine’s Day. Not having a significant other, or having one who doesn’t deliver a gift, can be painful. Valentine’s Day is nothing but a cruel day of cultural angst. Even if she has a love who has righteously shown up with a dozen roses year after year, eventually she will wonder why her shabby loser hasn’t gifted her a Rolex.
The only guys who enjoy Valentine’s Day are looking to score at least one of the Fifty Shades of Getting Laid. Most guys detest Valentine’s Day. Roses can jump to $100 a dozen in some areas and giving the obligatory heart of chocolates is cliché and considered cheap. When your true love says she doesn’t want anything for Valentine's Day, you guys best know that you had better show up with something and you had better hope your sweetheart did not see that damn Lexus commercial.
The legend says St. Valentine died by execution; I am certain the truth is that it wasn’t just an act of revenge for his womanizing. Once Valentine started giving out the gifts, the little fornicator was doomed; his demise was a futile preemptive attempt to end the madness before it got out of hand; all of the other men knew that if Val's antics caught on, women would expect gifts forever. If Val had only hopped discreetly from bed to bed he would have been allowed to die naturally with that crotch-eating grin on his face, a very worn out but happy old man. Nope, that busy little swinging prick just had to start handing out his flowery business cards; "Roses are red, violets are blue, while your other be away, I'm a be humpin' on you." The horny little proto-hillbilly got exactly what was coming to him. The way I heard it, a short, fat, bald, incontinent hit man named Cupid was commissioned to put an arrow through Valentine’s cheatin’ heart.
We need to find out if the fool who started the "Sweetest Day" nonsense is still around, and if he / she is, we need to paint everything below his / her waist with hot fudge, then stake it to a Texas anthill.
With what little is left of my eternal lust, your Valentine,
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Monday, February 11, 2019
They are great looking grips but disappointing (to me) when it comes to speed-loaders.I suspected that the S&W branded grips (stocks) would be okay for the 940 moon clips due to the short length of the 9mm cartridges. I swapped the original (still pristine) Uncle Mike's grips from the 940 with the S&W grips that I had put on the 640-0 (.38 special). Crimson Trace 405 laser grips now adorn the newer of my two Model 442 revolvers; those Uncle Mike's grips replaced the S&W brand grips that I butchered on the 640-1 revolver. The universe is again in balance.
Tuesday, February 5, 2019
Sunday, February 3, 2019
These two cartridge boxes look the same.
At a glance, the cartridges look the same.
One end of each box does offer declarations of difference.
Batched way back in early April of 2001
These +P cartridges were marketed as fodder for police duty-revolvers (4''-6'' barrels) and were offered for purchase to the public subsequent to agencies switching over to semi-auto pistols. I scored a case of 1,000 rounds several years ago. For the +P rated steel frame revolvers, I recently decided to use these for range time (and as a decent-enough self-defense load) ahead of everything else that I have in inventory. It seems to be a quality batch of stuff, but I have no sentiment for them; when they're gone they're gone. The P38N just does not have the cachet of the P38M.
Design specs were 950 feet per second / 250 ft. lbs. of muzzle energy. I'm guessing these would launch at maybe ~850 feet per second from a 2'' barrel on a good day with a tight gun. The lead bullets in these loads are a bit harder than that of the P38M (non +p) and to me the hollowpoint looks to have somewhat of a smaller yawn (possibly to keep them from expanding in tissue too soon because of the higher design velocity). My guess is that law enforcement street-effectiveness suffered a bit when this cartridge was used in short barrel revolvers.
As one would expect, these cartridges do have noticeably more recoil that do the non+P P38M cartridges. The recoil is noticeably less than that of the +P 158-grain SWCHP loads.
The S&W 640-1 was the choice for this session.
I decided to forgo the 15-ft and 21-ft distances of my Illinois Qual exercise and just fire 30-rounds at 30-ft. All rounds were slow-fired using a staged-trigger. I dry fired on the empties after firing each full cylinder. The trigger on this revolver MAY be getting a bit smoother from the use it has recently been subjected to ... or my trigger finger may just be getting used to the trigger's native suckiness. My goal was to keep all 30-rounds inside the 9-ring at 30-ft. but I wasn't quite good enough.
Knowing that accuracy would suffer during the fast-shooting drills, I set Target #2 closer at 21-ft.
From a low-ready stance I waited for the target to turn from edge to facing, dumped five-rounds at the target before it timed out (and went back to edge), ejected my empties, speed-reload, back to low-ready and waited for the timer to again face the target at me. Rinse, lather, repeat; when out of ammo, time to skedaddle.