Author: BigCountryExpat

Greetings and Salutations!
Pretty much presented w/out Comment:

Adventure Awaits!
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Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Man, sorry for neglecting the ‘housekeeping’ as of late. Had a LOT on my plate per usual. Nothing bad actually. Just been busy. A new project of sorts has been eating up a lot of my time…

And no.
This’s a zero issue ‘thing’ in Florida.
I met ‘her’ two months after the separation from X#1 and she had moved in like a year before the deee-vorce was settled. There’s no ‘alienation’ clauses in Florida (thanks be) so this’s a good thing….

So yeah. Haven’t actually done much but spend some quality time talking to an old fren who make me feel better and relaxed and all of that jazz… and that’s really it. Talked. No more, no less. Just reacquainting which I’m realizing a few things that I’m not going to go into, let’s just leave it that I haven’t felt this good in a long long time.

Which means I’ll probably get run over by a truck or get hit by the Sweet Meteor O’Death… which I’m comfortable with. I’d cash my chips a happy man.

Now, as far as ‘other things’
I found out that MREs are still selling for cheap!!!

Link HERE
And yep. I get a ‘taste’.

In fact I -think- that’s like $2 cheaper than the last time, and STILL with free shipping. At this point I really am wondering if this isn’t an ‘undercover civil defense’ sort of thing. There’s been a LOT of rumblings about polar shifts, the slow breakdown of the magnetosphere, and even a possible micro-nova and worst-case scenario, a continental inversion.

At which point if the worst case scenario happens, we’re all dead anyways. There’s a reason that waaaay back in the Ancient Times -something- happened that got early humanity down to only 25 females per the DNA modelling. SOMETHING catastrophic. We’re ALL descended from them 25 chicks because of that. The remnant DNA sequencing doesn’t lie.

Just like in Mongolia, something like 80% of the population can trace their DNA back to Temujin AKA Genghis Khan. That was because when he took over an Area, he fucked ALL the wimmenz. Motherfucking Temujin was a Swordsman First Class in more way than one it seems… a busy dude to say the least. Makes you wonder as far as what he used as there was no Viagra back then…

Another reason I personally believe some of these things may have happened is the plethora of evidence that’s just now coming to light due to the Internet. “Stuff” that “modern science” was able to suppress. Things like the 15 foot tall skeletons and mummies found in the 17 and 1800s… Also like the “what is?” the Chinese Baigong Pipes:

Metal pipes in the stone that date back like 150 thousand plus years they think… leastways the stone is that old…

Nature doesn’t -do- perfect circles or straight lines…

…nor does it make ‘pipes’.

You tell me…

So other things:
This weekend I’ll be out of town. Getting out of Florida.

Changes in Latitudes and Changes in Attitudes so I’ll be out of pocket. I might blogg depending on time and circumstances.

To whit another thing was the re-do of Ye Olde Headlamps on Ye Boatte? Well they started yellowing again already. And as my plans for the weekend involve some ‘driving in the dark’. I figured fixing this was important:

So I sucked it up.
I managed to score a couponed ‘set’ of Left AND Right with NEW halogen bulbs pre-installed. For $170! A fair price to say the least. And the difference?

Pardon the pun
But it’s literally night versus day.
On both of them:

So on that note, Wish me Safe Travels and Fair Winds!
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Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Had me a Hell-Day.
Work/VA “issues”/General Bullshit.
I mean by all rights this week -should- be good because it’s a four day I would thing? However the Universe has other ideas, so y’all get Memes for tonight:

Side note on that one: Up an hour North of Tampa there’s actually a classic Pizza Hut with all of that, plus (from what I heard) table top video Galaga and a salad bar!!! One of these days I’m going to have to make the trip up there for nostalgia’s sake.

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Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
I appreciate all of you who kept the place rolling whilst I took a step back… as of late, Ye Olde Life as you know, while peaceable… well there’s still some trauma I’m dealing with…

And the exposure to that pile of psychosis?

Next Level Frens

Anyone would need a break from that.
What a Shytteshow Aye?

So bad that it crashed DiveMedic’s server apparently…

And from what I can tell,

-I’m- the only one who still has the tranniefesto still up in whole.
ALL. OTHER. COPIES. have been wiped/erased and nuked.

However, as DM said in the comments “Better to get the truth out”. I couldn’t agree more…

Cockroaches and FedScum hate the light
It’s disinfectant
I’ll keep bringing the light for as long as I can…

Either way…
Man, my notoriety is getting up there on the Threat Board I guess… bad enough I was “that guy” who first poasted on “how to build your own Flammenwerfer”…

Anyways
Besides the ego-stroke…

IRL on the weekend of September 11th I’m actually going fishing for the first time in thirty plus years with J3… the guy who graciously donated the Boat to me asked me to join him for a deep-sea fishing trip… Dude is a God on that, but I hope he realizes…

I hope I don’t puke too much…
Seasickness is a real thing for me…
Which is why it’s been 30 + years since I’ve been foolish enough to get on a boat… it >might be< a BARF-O-RAMA Baby!

But as far as this weekend?
Nope… this weekend was me and ALLLL me.

Plus reconnecting with some old Frens.

SPECIFICALLY reconnecting with some Olde Female Frens who’re there to be a shoulder for me to lean on and cry on. LOTS of good conversations… some of promises of later meetups and such… makes a man feel good to know that somewhere, at some point, good people and wimmenz are still out and rooting for me, and lusting after my broken carcass

LMAO!

Truly… it’s nice to feel at least wanted…

Not that I expect shytte anymore.

“Money Talks, Bullshit Walks” so to speak…

But that’s tonight… it’s been a nice weekend, barring we didn’t get to see the Redheaded Nuke as the rain was so bad that it precluded a visit to her A.O… I mean it’s a bit of a haul, and the Boat’s AC is still out… No AC and not being able to roll ‘windows down’ was a no-go. I need to raise/save about $800-$1000 to replace the AC system as it NOT a coolant/refrigerant issue… I figure it’s a “fuck it, replace/overhaul the whole fucking thing” sort of issue.

That’s going to have to wait for a bit.

Too much $$$.

And ALSO because of the rain, I couldn’t do any yard work… rain means no mowing nor other needful things. It’s getting tiresome… For the past couple of months, it was so dry (oddly so) that I could have easily done this IF I needed to… and then when I NEED to get this stuff handled, we get rain rain and more rain… go fucking figure…

But that’s the latest.
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Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Taking a break
Too much mad-bad mojo…
Last poast was literally psychological draining…

So Back on Monday
BCE

Greetings and Salutations!
Busy last night so apologies for the absence.
I was downloading and having the “TrannieFesto” translated from Russian into English. I had to work FAST and QUICKLY as it appears that it keeps getting deleted every. single. time.

Interesting how that phrase keeps popping up innit?

Now the Question is:
Am I Next?
Tough call.
All I can say is do your worst.
So onward

One veeeeery interesting note:

The fucking Psycho In Question’s Dad?
LONG TIME DoD Contractor who’s company provides services to <dun-dun-dun-duuuuuuuuuuun> The CIA.

ANNNNND
Add on a couple of things and it somehow gets worse.
One is that the fucker stated OPENLY that “He was tired of being ‘Trans’ ” which then begs the question

Who was pushing him to be ‘trans’?

Inquiring minds want to know… I have an idea, but speaking personally, I know the utter heartbreak of the whole trans ‘thing’ as the one true female love-of-my-life my Daughter… I lost her to the whole ‘trans thing’…it helped to destroy me… and if I had a name or face for whomever planted that seed in her mind, there is no death slow enough nor agonizing enough for me to inflict on whoever the fuck did it.

Sorry
Bit of rage there.
Back to the thing of it… MOM it seems has now lawyered up. Is refusing to answer questions…
I wonder why that is???
MAYBE because she was the one pushing the Trannie Agenda?

Robin M. Westman was previously known as Robert Paul Westman, according to a court document filed by a mother named Mary Grace Westman.

“Minor child [redacted] identifies as a female and wants her name to reflect that identification,” she wrote at the time.

The name Mary Grace Westman also appeared on the school’s Facebook feed in 2021 – identified as the parish secretary ahead of her retirement party.

Hat tip to Arthur Sido for that quote.
Minor child is MY bold.
We don’t let kids buy a rifle until they’re 18 in most states. Drinking nationally is 21, same as buying and carrying a handgun…. however a minor (under the age of 18) is allowed to declare that in this case he wants to cut off his cock and live as a split for the rest of it’s life!?!
Make.
It.
Make.
Sense.

Yeah… got me a hunch Mom is a AWFL of the 1st Degree…
That being a “Affluent, White, Female Liberal”

When you’re right, you’re right.
They’re LITERALLY going to be the no-shit death of civilization

So let’s see how this looks… I’ll post it page by page, and let you be the judge:

Annnnnnnnnd that’s a no-go
I have to CONVERT the jfif files to JPEG Dammit…
OK back… that took a minute… 28 fucking files… so back to it:

Whew…
THAT was some work…
Hope you all appreciate it.

Quite the cesspool to swim through… I feel like I need a shower… better to see and KNOW what was going on… a fucked up nihlist kid who was apparently trans’d by Mom…

No wonder she lawyered up.
ESPECIALLY if she bought him the weapons

We’ll have to see…
So after that pile of fucking crazy, I need a drink or four and a shower…. May God Have Mercy on the Two Lil ‘un and keep them Safe unto Him. Hold, Hug and Love yours… they’re not going to be here forever….

Jes’ Sayin’

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Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Glad y’all liked my “foiling the CSM” story! I got two more concerning “Fast Eddie” (my nickname for him) in which the first one was when he first took over as the CSM for our Battalion, and our initial introduction, and then the last time I saw him, which was after my separation from Active Duty. Both previous poasts were stories from the ‘in-between’ times of those two markers.

Stay tuned as both are great… lots of good memories there.

Then, well Mike Hendrix over at Cold Fury has a minor issue that he asked if I could mention it. Now the background is Mike is now missing BOTH his legs. He’s waiting on the Social Security Disability folks to decide IF he’s fully disabled… mind you… leastways that was the last update I had… which kind of describes just how utterly fucked up the whole DotGov system is…

Illegal Alien with a ‘lazy eye’?
100% full Social Security Disability despite never having paid in. Must be nice Aye?

US Citizen who loses BOTH his pins due to circumstances beyond his control?
“We’re still trying to decide if this is a valid claim Miiiiister Hendriiiix….” (said in the ‘Agent Smith’ Hugo Weaving voice from “The Matrix”)

Gah.
Remind me again just why we haven’t really started hanging, drawing and quartering motherfuckers again?
Reject Modernity
Embrace Tradition

Make Drawing and Quartering Great Again Aye?

So, the issue is this:

His well head pump shit the bed. The link to the now-active fundraiser is HERE I think between us (myself I throw in on Payday as I accidentally overdrafted this past pay period dammit) we can get this done, so let’s see how quickly we can get the water back on at Gimpy-Mike’s place. I’d greatly appreciate y’all doing whatever you can.

Instead of a Double Mocha Latte… err… sorry… my bad… wrong crowd… instead of a double Jack at the bar, throw that tenner towards Mike so’s he can keep the water flowing and so’s he can wash his nasty ass. I’ll be hitting it on Friday and you’ll be able to track it. So again I thank you all in advance.

Next up?
Scotland

Y’all have seen that little 12 or 14 year old girl defending herself from a Rapefugee right?

Let me tell you… things are looking bleak for the DotGov in Britishland AKA the new English Islamic Caliphate. To the point that the Templar Church is raging:

Templar Church Minister Defends The Scottish Warrior Princess. pic.twitter.com/BF3KoeHLuJ

— Knights Templar International (@KnightsTempOrg) August 26, 2025

At this rate, I’d personally say 80-20 if the BritGov lasts through the end of the year, and 70-30 if they start killing the muzzies outright.

Ireland? More like 90% on both sides

The Satanic GloboHomoCorpopratocracy is on extraordinarily thin ice and once the locals start dragging the local cops out of their houses and putting them on the gibbet, and then burning their domiciles to the ground, running off the coppers families (if they don’t outright do them too) and slaughtering the muzzies in wholesale lots?

I mean they don’t have a lot of ‘armed’ cops per se…
And their DotMil?

I mean FFS… the BritDotMil is one of the smallest, ineffective and most pathetic nevermind actively apathetic in that they’re there for the most part for “three hots and a cot” and Hell… one part of England in the the north, County Durham:

It has, as of the last survey, a population of about 872,000 people!!! It also has the highest MAJORITY Original White Stock British folks with 96.7 percent of the population being “white” per the same survey!!!!

While on the other hand, As of January 2025, the British Army consists of approximately 73,847 regular full-time personnel, 4,127 Gurkhas, 25,742 volunteer reservists, and 4,697 other personnel, totaling about 108,413 people. IN TOTAL.

I like those odds TBH.
-I- could work with those odds…

That’s a 8 to 1 Advantage, and that’s IF the British Army even showed up to ‘play’ and even that I’m sure would not happen in that traditionally, the Brits and their social services treat their soldiers like scum. The overall lack of respect in general for the average soldier is completely lacking by both the general population and their “betters” and due to that? The apathy in the ranks? I’d say that IF say County Durham decided “Roight! We’ve ‘ad enuff of this ‘ere balderdash, time to clean house!!!” and arm up as best they can, and head south?

Yeah… It’s be all over but the fat bitch squalling.

Got me a hunch the BritMil would be like “‘Ard Pass on ‘at Mate, get me anotha’ pint!” and go back to arguing who’s turn in the barrel it is….

So that’s my take:

I mean you know it’s bad when the Number One Question a lot of people on Twitter/X have been asking is “How do we run guns to our Irish/Scot/BritCousins?” I’d call that a serious sign of things to come. Watch… next thing will be requests for extradition of people like ME for having dared to “question my BritFag Betters”… and then? Once people here decide that ‘active measures’ have to be put in place?

Shiiiiiiiiiiit… I know people who ran guns to the IRA back in Quincy when I lived there… and it wasn’t even for profit but for the fun and because “Fuck the Britfags!” was the overwhelming response… One of my neighbors (who I lost track of unfortunately… a good Irish kid) was out on appeal for being arrested for doing exactly that, and that was running guns to the IRA… He from what I know lost the appeal and went back to the FedPen… he was a great kid though… still is as far as I know…

So IF people here decide that it’s in people’s best interests to assist with the Irish/Scot/BritCousins? I’d say watch for a blockade on certain people/places and things in the really near future as the BritFagGov is not putting this particular djinn back in the bottle.

So your thoughts?
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Big Country

Soooo since I’d been busted for various ‘felonious but not quite’ activities in the Battalion, I was known as a troublemaker, but a needed one. Specifically I was the Battalion Thief. The Dog Robber. The CSM’s Bitch… call it what you will, but it was a great place to be as a Corporal/Specialist 4 who at that point realized he wasn’t going any further career-wise in the DotMil

I might have if they were smart enough to have ranks like other countries DotMil had, like the Brits have a “Career Corporal” where a dude signs up, can do his 20+ years, and never have to perform beyond a Corporal’s operational area. TBH, I had no interest (outside of pay bumps) to be the HMFIC (head motherfucker in charge). I lack(ed) and currently still do, a certain confidence… it’s hard to define, but I didn’t want the responsibility of command? It’s not being afraid per se.. and yeah, a personal weakness, but I had zero interest in being “Large and In Charge”

Especially if I had to take responsibility for my bros lives. Not my bag baby…
Soooo because I was approaching my RRT (Rank Retention point, 10 years at that time) as an E-4 and I was ALSO working on getting my medical retirement (in line of duty, I ended up with 80%… not bad for a peacetime injury) I really had, in my mind fuck all to lose.

So when Field Grade #3 showed up… I knew the extra duty was going to be special.
On this one I only got hit with 7 days… seems that they knew that to have me do anything over that would ONLY encourage others to ‘game the system’. So in this case, the CSM came up with a pretty good bit of Extra Duty for the weekend. It was one I really had to put some skull sweat into to beat him, but in the end, I managed it.

As I mentioned before, one of the Unit next to us was 2/8 CAV. That’s where I had ‘rented/borrowed’ their new-ish death mower mentioned in my earlier poast. The issue here was that THAT tool for the particular job wouldn’t be useful… oh no… our mission for the weekend was to clear out the 40 foot wide by about 200 yard long “grass” strip BETWEEN the 2/8 Motorpool and OUR 1/12 Motorpool.

There was a slight issue however.

That area?
Due to the design and layout of the flood control draining ‘stuff’ on Fort Hood, that area between out Motorpool(s) was a fucking swamp. It was a MAJOR runoff “Catch all” for the massive occasional seasonal rain Da Hood got… we’re talking 1-2 foot deep muddy holes, nothing too dramatic. Lots of mud, and what the CSM wanted was all the “clumps” of long ass out-of-control grass growing on about 40 “Islands” in this “swamp” cut down/eliminated by Sunday night.

We got this assignment at 15:30.

It took me a few minutes to come up with an idea… My boyos on this particular Extra Duty consisted of a couple of dope-smokers, one DUI case, and another thief (who in this case got caught). I was the Ranking Penitent, so My Word was it. I jokingly called them my ‘convicts’ just to be a dick… they were all cool, and my rep sort of preceded me, so that meant that they knew things on this extra duty was going to be iiiiiiinteresting to say the least.

Once I had The IDEA, The IDEA quickly coalesced into a PLAN. Once the Plan was solid, it was good, and I sent my Merry Men/Convicts off to do my (evil) bidding, whilst I went and made a fuckton of phone calls before the duty day ended.

Now, since we had only gotten started on this endeavor at around 15:30+/-, I knew there wasn’t shit to be done that particular night, and I told the NCOIC of the staff duty as such. He agreed, and I told him we’d be back early on Saturday before he got off duty… Then I had my guys ‘gather the gear’ that we’d need for the 0700 mission I had planned. Mind you, once they knew what I had set up, EVERYBODY was all in. One of them said “THIS is the Magic that is the SPEC-4 Mafia… it’s truly better to ask for forgiveness, than to ask for permission!” I of course Blessed them all, as the High Priest of the E-4 Mafia, and bid them to be there early early the next morning.

Saturday Morning rolled around, and TBH, we’d ALL gotten there early in anticipation of what was going to be a FUN Article-15 Extra Duty Day. My boys were enthusiastic, as they knew what we were doing was “coloring outside of the lines but not-so-much” They did everything I asked of them, and at around 10:00am, the Fort Hood Fire Department showed up.

Yep.
This’s your clue.

Once they were on scene, and we made sure EVERYONE was clear for the entire length of the strip between the two Motorpools, and the senior NCO of the Fire Department said we were clear, I yelled “FIRE IN THE HOLE” and lit off a flare right into the middle of the strip.

WHHHHHHOOOOSH!!!!

The combustion of what was about 40 gallons of ‘acquired’ MOGAS that I had my boys spray over every. fucking. inch. of that shit-assed nasty fucking unmowable swamp was nigh-impressive. It looked like something out of an action movie… I really wish cell phone cameras and the like were more prevalent back then as WOW!!!

Just as the flames started dying down, and as my ‘convicts’/boys as well as the Fire Department started cleaning up (making sure nothing was still fully burning nor could spread) who should roll up on us but The CSM himself!
CSM: “GABBLE!GABBLE!OOOK!WHO!!!WHAT!!! Burn!!!GABBLE!GABBLE!EEK!!“

Me: “Calm down Sergeant Major… we did a ‘controlled burn’… you see? There’s two fire trucks, an MP directing traffic, and even an ambulance! It’s cool man… I got everything under control!”

CSM: “MOTORPOOL!EXTRADUTY!!!BURNGABBLEBURNINGGABBLE>SHRIEK<GABBLE!GABBLE!”

Fire Chief (my homie): “Hey Sergeant Major, you seem a bit ‘off’… let’s walk you over to the Ambulance and have you checked out! You look like you’re about to stroke out!:” >grasps the CSM’s elbow, walks him to the Ambulance<

Needless to say, questions were asked.
Questions also were answered
I did everything by the book.
They had jack shit on me, and Jack as you are aware of, left town a while ago.

What I gained however was absolute “bulletproofness” at that point. They realized that IF they wanted to fuck with me and put me on “extra duty” then unless give exacting parameters as to what I could and could not do then they were ultimately doomed.

To the point I was pretty much AWOL for the last six months of Active Duty, but that’s a story for another time. Hope you enjoyed!

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Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
So I pulled the clamp off the Enfield today, and did a bunch of sanding on it. I also cut off the pin that was still sticking out:

Now, a couple of things
One is that I’m going to have to do a deep sanding on this. The finish is in a lot worse shape than I expected. Cleaning it up, I realized the wood is positively hammered to shit. I can hopefully sand it down and get it positively refinished, but that remains to be seen.

The repair itself came out great IMO however:

That’s the ‘brass dot’ if you will.
I personally think it adds character in that the majority of my Enfields have similar brass repairs to the stocks… it’s part of the rifle’s history if you will. Here’s an above view:

A perfect trim and sanding in, and I think it looks great.

It’s also now completely structurally sound.

Now the rest of it I’m going to be sanding the Hell out of it and then staining, once I get it to where I want it. It’s not about maintaining it’s originality, in as much as me making a fully functional Mark 3 with good wood, clean lines and nice esthetics.

We’ll see how it turns out in the long run.
Tomorrow, besides this, I’m refinishing the remaining pieces parts, and then hopefully getting that fucking barrel finally finished, as it’s been a bugger which has been hassling me to no end.

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Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Had a VA appointment today with one of the many Docs I have… this one is actually the pharmacist. She makes sure that the positive cornucopia of drugs I’m on doesn’t interact negatively with my carcass.

I mean hey, good plan right?

Seems the “liver cleanse” I’ve been on is not compatible with the pre-diabetic drugs I’m on, hence some of the issues I’ve had lately. Without going into it, there’s been some minor side affects that were shall we say unexpected? Nothing threatening unless I had continued…

So much for trying to detox Ye Olde Booze Filtration Device I guess… which means having to stop drinking… which I’m in the ‘debate mode’ on… I mean it seems so many people put such a high value on their life… they want to seemingly live forever…

I’m more of a ‘day-to-day’ kind of guy, and TBH… there isn’t much on the “bucket list” that I haven’t done… If I died tomorrow? I’d probably be content… I mean no regerts right?

I mean DO I have some issues I’d like resolved?
Absolutely
HOWEVER
I’m very comfortable as I am right now.

Death holds no ‘scare factor’ for me…

So… tough call… when the Reaper comes, I’m pretty sure that I’ll be like “What took you so fucking long pal?”

So anyways… besides debating the “Long Sleep” and such whatnot, I realized that I’ve been literally clinically depressed, as any dude would be in my position. So much so that I’ve been behind the power curve if you will with my various projects.

Tonight I decided to break the mold if you will.

Took a shower.
Got some clean rags to live in.
And started working on the Enfield finally.

This being the one with the broken stock.

I finally said to Hell with it, and started over again to get it up and running. The first thing was to de-grease the forestock that had the crack in it.

For all you newbs here and as a reminder, those red and white stripes indicate that this rifle was a Hindu/Indian non-firing drill/bayonet use ONLY rifle. They can be bought for about $150 on various websites, and I use them specifically for restoring and building good shootable Lee Enfield Rifles.

In this one’s case, the rear of the stock which holds the receiver and meets up with the buttstock? It’s got a very bad crack in it that needs repair before I can go any further with the restoration:

That’s a critical area in that it takes a lot of ‘recoil abuse’ and is located right by the reinforcement band that keeps the receiver area in one piece… that’d be that brass rivet you see above.

So… I went and stripped off the cosmoline and paint as best as I can for a ‘quick and dirty’ cleanup if you will… I used carb cleaner, and then used a rag soaked in acetone on the paint to start the process to remove it entirely.

The wood isn’t in too bad a shape, and the paint came off pretty well for a preliminary cleanup. At least now I can handle it without needing gloves.

So I went and dug out the wood repair screws:

It’s hard to see in the pic, but those are brass ‘screws’ if you will designed to bring pieces of cracked stocks together. If you have a Lee Enfield that’s had a stock repair, you might see a brass ‘dot’ on the stock in a random area. That’s where an armorer had to probably drill one of those brass bits in, cut it off and leave it. Hence this:

I drilled down into the top of the part of the stock that is cracked with a drill bit that’s slightly smaller than the brass fixer. (drill hole is there, just hard to see in the pic) I then mounted the brass screw-pin into my drill:

Then, before putting in the pin, I positively slathered the entire area with Elmer’s Wood Glue:

I had a minor issue with the glue bottle though dammit… the entire top broke off since I haven’t used it in a dog’s age, and so once I used it for this project, I had to shitcan it… I mean there was ONLY 1/4 of a bottle left, but it was still a minor annoyance…

Anyways

So once I got the glue in, I screwed the brass pin in:

Then, once in and tight I re-glued the whole area, and then put it under a compression clamp:

I re-filled the glue into the crack AGAIN juuust to make sure it was glued-glued if you will, where now it’ll sit for the next 24-48 hours until I feel it’s set properly:

The next step will be to use a Dremel to cut off the remaining part of the brass screw pin, and then when I sand the rest of it down, it should be indistinguishable from the other parts of the stock, outside of the ‘brass button’ as it will look like.

So its good to be back.

Gunsmithing that is. I have another weapon inbound right now, a Beretta 84BB “Cheetah” in .380 that the guy wants it to be refinished. He said the bluing is ALL sorts of fucked up and he wants me to use my better judgement and refinish it.

A nice piece IMO…
Funny thing that. I had one of those in .32ACP in Iraq as my “crotch gun” AKA my hidden backup piece back int he day. I had the wife-of-the-time send me a jockstrap (minus cup) and I cut the leg straps off, leaving just the belt and cup holder.

The Beretta fit perfectly in where the cup should have gone. I figured since the Haj had some reticence about grabbing and searching a dude’s crotch area (leastways the ones who weren’t open duodekkie AKA fags) that IF on the odd chance I got snatched, that I had a possible equalizer…

So Yeah, stay tune for more weapon restoration goodness.

I’m sloooowly getting my groove back.

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Big Country