Greetings and Salutations! Oh maaaaan I done did good!!! The RFI Ishapore 2A1 is finally completed and test fired.
I was having issues as I -think- I previously mentioned with the bolt seating/recocking and had ordered a bunch of NOS pieces/parts and fiddly bits to resolve it.
Late last night, me being the impatient bugger that I am, I went a tore the bolt down again, and closely re-examined said parts. I realized I had missed a huge amount of impacted carbon? cosmo? or whatever in the notches on the cocking piece, which were preventing smooth operation.
So I broke out the donated “Coelacanth Dental Tools” (much appreciated good sir!) and started chiseling out the crap. I also for good measure hit the running rail with a brass brush to remove any possible fouling.
And man… around 1 a.m. I put it back together and realized I had me a functional piece. I had spoken to Cowboy earlier that day, and somewhat being a wee bit presumptuous that I’d figure it out, had asked him if I could come out to do a test fire. I do belong to a rifle club here now, however…
I personally think it’d be in poor taste to test a new rifle and have it ‘grenade’ while on line with all the other shooters there. Because of the need to avoid a social faux pas like that, I abuse Cowboy’s generosity at his place, and also… well he gets to be the second person to test fire the new toys if I’m successful in my endeavors, so at least I’m bribing him decently.
So off this a.m. to the ranch. We set up the usual table/stand/sandbag and string test:
The chosen test rounds were ones donated a waaaays back by one of you deplorables… forgive me for forgetting which one of you who did, but it was a battlepack of 1981 manufactured South African R1M1 140 grain ball that showed up in the mail a few years back.
Since it didn’t blow up, we felt comfortable doing a cheek-weld shoot:
I used the one I took of Cowboy as I’m fat and unphotogenic AF.
Needless to say it works Magnificently in my opinion. We did two ‘string test shots’ to make sure it wasn’t going to blow da fuq up, and then we both took one shot each. Felt recoil, as compared to the .303 Brit, was unremarkable. In fact almost gentle. Crisp, clean… I mean OMG it’s a nice weapon. I’d have no problem using it as an “End Of The World” rifle if I had to.
The main reason we stopped so soon was it was getting hot-hot out… like 90+ hot. Unpleasantly so…
The ten round mag takes ten rounds as described:
…with the only issue being is that mag needs to be seated perfectly in order to feed. It’s got very tight tolerances, and does NOT want to ‘grab’ the round unless it (the mag) is hard in the well. I found giving a hard hit on it once it’s loaded does just fine.
The shell casings had zero deformation on extraction:
and the firing pin made a good hard hit on the primer(s):
Slightly off center, but hey, at least they’re uniform. I’ll take it as long as it goes ka-boom when I pull the trigger.
So yep. I’m pleased as punch. Considering how it started:
To where it ended:
Yeah man… I’m really happy on how it turned out I might even go and ‘print’ it for accuracy at my formal range early tomorrow, as the rifling on this thing is sick (i.e. perfect). Then?
THIS one is raffle fodder IF y’all are interested.
Mainly as it’s a 7.62x51mm Which means it’s not going to require the now-oddball .303 Brit. Less costly per round and means you don’t have to drop bank on the dies and such like I had to for mine.
And there’s also another MK3 on deck… That’s the barrel above in the pictures. I’m waiting on a receiver to match it up, and then again, off to the restoration races I guess.
This hobby is more addictive than drugs man… So your thoughts? More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Not much going on here at Ye Olde Casa. Work, eat/drink/sleep mode. Oh.. and clean up the dog poo that Chili seems to enjoy bedeviling me with. She knows ‘out’ but is so distracted 90% of the time that she doesn’t do her business, and I end up playing ‘clean the poo’ off the floor.
At least she’s consistent in pooping where she started off her pad-training when she was a wee pupper. She’s been with us almost a year now! Time flies!
Gretchen is still oot and aboot Getting some down time. Sapper is out on walkaboot as well, leaving me to take care of the biddness of the Casa on my own. It’s really quiet around here w/out the two of them. The only thing I’ve been doing is my working on the guns when I’m not ‘chasing widgets’ for People’s Glorious Tractor Factory. I need to get out more and do -something- I swear.
HOWEVER I do have one thing to share. Now as much as Reddit is a cesspool of mostly mentally ill Blue-Haired psychopaths, there ARE the occasional group(s) that I read, one being the “MRE” Board. It’s where I get leads on sales and obscure rations that I like to sample ‘cos who doesn’t like eating foreign DotMil field rations?
Well… Heads up for anyone interested:
Link HERE …and yeah, using that link gives me a ‘taste’ so to speak…
According to some of the poasters there, the DLA had a MASSIVE over-purchase of MREs and dumped over 7500 PALLETS of MREs on the open market, essentially crashing the price. A pallet of MREs from my understanding is 48 cases to MREs to a pallet, so thats a Shit-Ton of MREs out there.
For now.
I was late into the game as some of the sellers out there were selling them originally at $39.99 a case. The check dates are all within 2022-2025 supposedly. Thing is, I’ve had MREs that’re WAY past the check date, and the check date is just that… the check date not the expiration date.
And $46 a case? FREE SHIPPING!?! Yes fucking please, w/bells on. I ordered 4 as that’s all the budget can afford this pay period. If there’s room for more later, I’ll go back and get more as well… that price is astonishingly good. And I do like eating me some MREs
So that’s the hot tip for tonight. More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Good News First Gretchen: Not a tumor. Scar tissue and non-malignant fluid buildup apparently. So that’s a plus. She gets home on Sunday.
Then
Many Thanks to all of you who offered up the prayers and condolences for my man Nando. His wife greatly appreciated it all when I sent the link to her. She’s having a tough time as she was with him for a loooong minute. Unfortunately I can’t afford to fly out to the Memorial/Celebration of Life as it’s on May 2nd, and it’s in San Diego. Bit of a bummer but Nando would understand I’m sure.
Now As far as what I’ve been up to? Well putting the finishing touches on the 2A1 of course. Working on the weapons is my Zen, so of course I went full retard and worked on it. Mind you I failed to document everything, as well… this wasn’t for show, but more for sanity.
I personally think it’s coming along nicely:
Like I said before, I went with the Parkerized finish, which is grey. As you can also see, the wood? Yeah, it’s magnificent. Considering what it was:
That’s a mighty leap from start to finish. Here’s a close-up of the action before:
And after:
I did lose two small chips of wood out of the buttstock as you can see while doing the final fitting. Not bad considering how much carving I did… so hey… it is what it is.
The nosecap also started out crazy rough:
and I think, came out fantastically as well.
Of course it’s a different nosecap, as like I explained before, the Hindu 2A1 has ‘squared ears’ for the sight protector as opposed to the ’round ears’ but that’s the same wood on the top as is pictured on the bottom.
The only thing I have left is the bolt. UN-fortunately, I found that the bolt handle and cocking piece are NOT happy being installed on the new receiver. Considering they were taken off the donor rifle which is a “DP” (drill purposes ONLY!) rifle, and all parts are marked as such, the general rule is that ANY parts off a “DP” rifle are essentially unserviceable under ANY circumstances. Leastways by the Brit Armorers rules.
Hence why the wood on the weapon in the ‘before’ pictures are all painted up like a mo’fo. In my case, I cheated so to speak. The bolt however, even with my various tests and checks, well… the bolt doesn’t want to ‘play nice’ so therefore I’m waiting on another couple of pieces/parts and fiddly-bits to complete this thing right.
The bolt head and extractor, having been donated by you kind readers and being brand new… or I should say “new-old-stock” are sufficiently safe, so I ordered a “NOS” bolt handle/cocking piece/and what the Hell… a new bolt mainspring. Once the parts get here? Well it’ll be a brand new bolt, and once it passes headspacing and test firing?
As the Brits say, Bob’s yer Uncle.
And after that? Well… The next project besides the 1911 is rebarreling the SMLE. I was shocked to find a good condition Lithgow (Aussie) made NOS barrel. Leastways they said it was NOS… the rust and pitting tell me otherwise. That being said however is the rifling is OMG xtra-crisp compared to the current barrel on it.
So I (of course) dropped some shekels to get the Lee Enfield Barrel Wrench. Once I get that, you’ll be seeing the pictures or maybe even video of that. And if I can pull that off properly, I may even look for a Mk4 barrel to get the Canuckistan Enfield redone, and then sell it or raffle it off. What say you gang? Recoup my expenditures via a raffle or sell it outright?
SO that’s been MY week so far. I really look forward to April being over. This month has purely sucked a fat dead donkey dick I swear.
Nando was ‘my older brother from another Mother’ We worked side-by-side for 22 months of grueling nightshift stupidity in Kuwait w/Stanley. He was a great guy, and we stayed in contact.
Greetings and Salutations! Happy Easter! Hope everyone had a relaxing day communing with The Lord in whatever way you feel most comfortable with. For me, well Gretchen came back and well…
She’s flying out tomorrow to get checked by Doc Samizdat. There’s a significant lump in her right boobie that has me highly concerned. She’s headed back there and Doc has a slot scheduled for surgery IF it’s needed.
We’re hoping it’s a fluid buildup. If not? Well… I’ll just leave it all in The Lord’s hands and hopefully things will work out the way they need to His Will Be Done.
So yeah… this sort of news/stuff leaves me sort of just drained. Like I haven’t had enough horseshit to deal with on the regular. I will say I do grow weary of being a metaphysical shit-magnet for real. I mean quite literally I haven’t (as far as I know) done something Karmatically speaking that should be bringing this near-constant heat on to me.
It’s enough for me to chuck it all and decide that it’s time to go “Full Retard”… and if such a time does in fact come, y’all will hear it here first.
Now, the rest of the 2A1 is currently hanging on the drying rack. Like I said, because of the various metal impurities I discovered, and by deeper research, I found that a painted-on grey-ish Parkerized finish IS one of the ones that the Hindus used when building these out. It depended on when the particular rifle was converted from .303 Brit to 7.62/.308 NATO. The later variants were done in the grey, and as this one was made in 1966, then the grey it shall be.
Here endth that lersson.
What I did do however was start fitting the lower main stock piece to the receive and barrel. The ‘donor rifle’… that nasty DP .303 that I started with?
As you know I refinished the HELL out of it. It still needs to be fitted to the ‘new’ .308 receiver and barrel that’s what tonight’s adventure has been all about.
Some time ago I picked up (I think at a Ren-Faire) a small wood carving kit. I think I wanted to start playing around with doing some projects like that or something… too many years/beers to properly remember. Either way, it’s a nice lil kit:
Very ‘Ren-Faire-ish’ in it’s presentation. However the tools themselves are fantastic:
10 Chisels of various sizes and angles. VERY sharp. So much so I only need a little bit of hand pressure to carve, and even then I have to go very lightly lest I take too large a chuck of wood out. Using these, I spent the better part of the night
c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y
carving out the areas on the lower stock that were too tight for the action/receiver to slide in:
I took my time… Like a LOT of time. A wee bit of carving at a time. Teeny bits of wood. No rush. Just accuracy and care.
Too many people rush things. THIS is a game of ‘slow walking’ to get the best result. Two hours of labor later:
It fits like a glove. And the next step will be to bed and float the barrel. That’s on the list, but if I can’t get to it, it is what it is.
So that’s it for tonight. Gretchen leaves tomorrow and Sapper is punching on a Recon Mission on Thursday, so as of Thursday, I’ll be an all Ugly One-Man Band.
Me, the two doggos and the fucking cats. It should be cool.
Greetings and Salutations! Well this was an annoying day. Two days ago, I got my new ATM/Debit card. This was like #2? 3? in oh so many weeks. The whole thing is just so exhausting when you get compromised like that. The only good thing that comes of it is I’m less apt to spend monies I don’t have, as not having a card is a pretty good ‘preventative’ so to speak.
So now new card showed up two days ago.
I did a beer run and come home and find the email “… your balance has dropped below $100….”
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
To which my reaction was like “I know I got at least $400 in there.” and ” I know the beer wasn’t that much!” So of course I open up the app and………… Ugh. Looted. Again. Not that it was a lot, but dammit, I just went through this a couple of times… I mean dammit… go steal from a motherfucker who, you know actually has money!?!
So I go and dial up and get back on the fon with the Fraud Department at Ye Olde Bank again, shut down the brand new card… again and get new card sent out again.
Wash, rinse, & repeat. Repeatedly apparently
It’s getting to the point I need to have them on speed-dial I swear. I can’t even get angry really. First World Problems right? Funny story that ties in:
2005. Home on one of my first R&Rs. I was out w/the family doing 4-H ‘stuff’ when the wife-of-the-time asked me to jump down to a corner store and get a bunch of cold drinks for everyone. I remember it was a bitch of a hot day, and we hadn’t planned on being out in the heat for as long a we’d been so far that day.
So off to the corner gas-n-go for Cold Drink(s) I buy a bunch of Gatorade and water and whatever, and pay w/my ATM card. Then, back to the 4-H fun.
Later that night on the way home, I tried to get us some Mickey D’s for dinner… and my card got declined. I had no idea what was going on, so wife-of-the-time tried hers, and she had the same issue (we were on what we called the ‘family account’). At the time, I hadn’t downloaded the bank app as well… in 2005, apps were a ‘new thing’ on the phone, so yeah, I downloaded it, set it up and logged in.
Turns out I was over-drafted by like $4000 and change.
Sheesh.
I got it squared away within a few hours, but it was hilarious as when I called in, it hit me that I had just gotten back to the states after like 9-10 months overseas and now I got hit with all sorts of financial Identity Theft?
I had been using that ATM card in some of the Shadiest Souks this side of the Persian Gulf and not once did I ever get scammed by the Hajjis. Not even once which struck me as absolutely hilarious at the time… You would have thought that I would have been getting screwed over HUUUGELY by Haji and his boys… but nope.
Only in the FUSA amiright?
So that was my minor annoyance for today.
The next level annoyance? Well, out of all the news out there the story about that piece of shit, that MS-13 Burrito Goblin Kilmar Abrego Garcia had an interesting encounter a ways back in Tennessee of all places.
It fills in some ‘blanks’ that we haven’t been hearing too much about. The news already came out that he was a serious wife-beater, as well as an illegal alien who as far as I’m concerned means he has no rights in this country under any circumstance.
I’m pretty sure that Maryland Asshole Fucktard Senator Traitor Chris Van Hollen (Van Hole-in-the-Head would be more appro IMO) didn’t know about this part… but then again maybe he did. It would explain a lot of why he (Van Hole-in-the-Head) seems oh so concerned! over this fucking scumbag being thrown back to his home country…
Seems that back on December 6, 2022, Garcia was pulled over with a van full of Burrito Goblins, for a total (including himself) of 8 fuckers in the vehicle. No reason given, but knowing the Tennessee Highway Patrol, they probably saw a car full of goblins, and decided to check it out. Now for the TL;DR crowd, essentially the point is that the THP trooper called this shit into the Feds…
Specifically the F.B.I.
Who in turn said “Take pictures of everyone, and cut ’em loose”
Now reports are conflicting. One said that Garcia was on the Terrorist Watch List Another said he isn’t. Either way?
The very fact that the F.B.I. knew something about this fucker and gave orders to cut him loose? Yeah… like ALL THE REST:
As I’ve said before, there’d be zero terrorist activity in the United States without the direct assistance if not the direct control or behest of the F.B.I. It also makes you wonder what they (the fibbies) ‘got’ on Van Hole-in-the-Head to have him utterly nuke his political credibility for this asshole…
Any bets that Garcia has dirt/is important to running some F.B.I. operation that’s probably designed to hurt OrangeManBad and/or disrupt the basic running of this country? The Magic 8-Ball says “YES!” in a big way. I mean if he IS the headman of the MS-13 gang here stateside, well… that’s a pretty powerful dude in his own right. That kind of power and money has enough ‘yank’ to get a Untied Staatz Senator to jump on a plane and fly to Central America apparently…
I want to know what’s going on in the background. Or maybe I don’t. Too much weird shit going on on the daily that makes me feel like I really just want to stay in bed sometimes. “Stop the world Mom, I want to get off!”
Add on the blatant stoking of a Race War…
I’ll just say that like MOST normal Whytte Peepul, I’m absolutely done with nigger narcissism (N2) and Perceived Victimhood. That fucking piece of shit ‘Karmelo’ needs to be dragged from his new $3900 a month crib, and hung from a tree. There’s literally zero question as to his guilt in this. The fucker confessed while sobbing like the cunt he is mind you. I don’t care about the circumstances. I don’t give a fuck if the Whytte kid full on punched the thieving fucking nigger in the face… there’s NO reason EVER for him to do what he did.
In fact the ONLY potential excuse that I’d accept from that fucking slack-jawed ape-looking moron is that if he admitted to being a full on nigger with a serious Lack of Impulse Control.
And the rest of his utterly contemptable fucking family? They’re fucking scum Every. Last. One. Of. Them.
I swear, it’s time to roll the clock/calendar back and have the trees start bearing ‘strange fruit’ again. They ALL need to die. Painfully IMO. In fact just for naming the kid “Karmelo” deserves a death penalty. Who the fuck thinks naming their kid after a shitty candy bar is a good idea?
God I fucking loath niggers.
So…
Back to the guns… Always a more pleasant subject. I worked on the 2A1 this past evening, and tonight as well. I did some work on the nose piece for it and well… I’m not happy with how it turned out honestly.
Now, the Ishapore 2A1 has a different nose piece than the MK3 which the rifle is based off of. The ‘normal’ Short Magazine, Lee Enfield (MK3) has a flat faced nose piece and ’rounded ears’ so to speak:
That’s a spare that I’m not using right now. This is the face:
The Hindu Version on the 2A1 has squared off ‘ears’:
And the face of the 2A1 is squared off as well:
Now, I stripped it down completely to bare metal. It took a while and a LOT of work to be honest. I wasn’t sure why at the time, but I think I figured it out by the time I got done. With it stripped bare:
LOTS of soaking and sanding. I then went and did a couple coats of the bluing:
Mind you, I wasn’t digging the outcome. Now I don’t have the ability to do ‘how bluing’ in the traditional way. I have to do a shitty cold-bluing, that I have a few tricks which help a wee bit in making it look good. One of which is to lightly heat the part with my blowtorch as I’m working.
Also MULTIPLE coats help. NORMALLY I should say. In this case?
Not a fan man. That’s after six ‘dips’ so to speak. It literally became BLUE! and not in a good way. I checked the various boards, and yep.
Metallurgy.
It’s the metal itself. Seems that the Indian/Hindu made Ishapores have some deficiencies in the manufacturing process. The metal is NOT up to snuff so to speak, or at least NOT up to traditional Lee Enfield pieces-parts. Now mind you, from some of the articles I read, the metallurgical deficiencies are MOSTLY on ‘non-critical’ parts… meaning I’m not potentially having a failure that could kill me.
The most common problem is that getting a nice finish on the rifle, using traditional bluing methods? Yeeeeeah… Notsomucho Man.
So because of THAT particular wrinkle, I’m going to see about using a Parkerizing Colored Coating on it. I’ll update y’all with pictures as I go.
Greetings and Salutations! Sorry for another down day. I had a CAT Scan (w/contrast) on Wednesday and for whatever reason, the contrast made me ill. I’ve never had a negative reaction to it in the past, but for whatever reason, this time around I ended up with a mad skull splitting migraine and man…
I only just now got the taste out of my mouth. If you’ve ever had a CAT w/con, -sometimes- you can get a wee bit of a taste of it in the back of your throat… a gross medicine-y taste. This time it was all encompassing, which makes me wonder if it was too strong or the right ‘stuff’ in the bag when they I.V.’d me.
Either way if they did fuck up, I’m fucked as it’s the VA and no way to hit them with malpractice.
All of the recent MRIs and work I’m having done is for some potential carpal tunnel surgery. The nerves in both arms/hands and even my neck have been getting progressively worse, so I need to have something done sooner rather than later.
So two days of Ugh! and I’m back.
One of the things I watched on the YewToobs however caught my eye. Pissed me ALLLLL sort off too. Liberty Doll a guntoober of some repute posted a new one today that sent Ye Olde Blood Pressure into the red zone. Here it is in it’s entirity:
Oh yeah That’ll do it. Made me mad as fuck to watch and hear the bullshit excuses that they made up, and how they ultimately cleared the fucking trigger happy asshole cop who not only is a coward, but apparently completely incompetent.
Not for nothing, despite throwing at least 5 rounds at the dog, he only managed to get three in the target, all of which were non-fatal. The only other positive aspect to this travesty was thankfully due to his incompetence, at least he only wounded the mom, and didn’t put a round in the 4 year old little girl.
I couldn’t afford much, but I did donate $10 to the fundraiser. The link to that is HERE Seems the dog, despite the best efforts of the cowardly 2G swine survived catching 3 rounds, and has a lot of medical bills.
I cannot stand shit like this. So I’ll throw it out there to y’all as every little bit helps. Otherwise Gretchen is spending the weekend up at her Mom and Dads place to get a little ‘headspace’ room for us. Things have been a wee bit tense lately, and yeah, it’s b/c of DC and her antics.
It is what it is I suppose.
So I’m going to get re-caught up on my working on the weapons. In particular the 2A1 Ishapore. BTW: To Reader Bill: I got the extractor and spring good sir! I’ll be working that into the bolt and sizing everything up as part of the fun this weekend. Again, I greatly appreciate donation and yep. It’s a goodly bit longer than the standard extractor. It’s going to be interesting to do the kitting out if that.
I also plan on getting a fresh gallon of the acetone to soak the ‘failed .45’ with the bogus hydrodip attempts. Get it back down to bare metal, and start over. So keep your eyes on it, I’ll be poasting pics and maybe even video over the next few. I’m also hoping to get some more recoil therapy in, provided that The Good Lord shines down on me, and keeps the weather tolerable.
Greetings and Salutations! So yesterday was a work/pleasure day with Gretchen. She wanted ‘date-day’ and I obliged…
With stipulations.
As the past few date-days/nights have all been ‘her’ wants/needs/desires and this time? It was my turn. So that meant range therapy.
It was also a biddness decision as I need to sell one or more of these Lee Enfields and/or auction them off. Now I know ALL of them are safe to shoot, however, I needed to ‘print’ a target at 50 yards and 100 yards respectively for two of them to make sure that they could actually hit what they were aiming for.
The results were less than stellar.
First, the good: The 1939 SMLE, my first restoration does actually group within a 5 inch circle on both targets. Both at 50 AND 100 yards. The 100 yard hits were truly a bit more spread, but I’ll take it. The problem is that the bore is at best ‘fair’ as ALL of the rounds were keyholing like a mother, which means when I start casting and ‘rolling my own’ I’m going to have to look at paper-patching to increase it’s accuracy.
It’s not a deal-breaker however.
On the other hand, the 1942 Canuckistan Longbranch?
Sheesh. This things ability to accurately hit a target is as ugly as Glen Filthie’s drawers after a drunken night of Taco Bell and Pabst Blue Ribbon. I.E. flat out stinky/shitty. As in ZERO hits out of 20 rounds thrown at the 100 yard target. I was actually a wee bit surprised it was that bad, as the dirt and sand was kicking up in clouds ALL around the target. This led me to believe I was hitting ‘something’.
When I actually policed it (the target) up? Not so mucho. Now, to be fair, it gets one moar chance, as I did not get to try it at the 50 yard target. Gretchen was cranky, hot and tired (menopausal like you read about there) and I didn’t necessarily want her getting pissy and pissed off on the range with live rounds. SO I cut MY test(s) off early.
We had started by having her fire her .357 Taurus revolver that I had bought her waaay back when we were living in Tennessee and working for that Lawyer-Bitch. She’d never actually field tested it, so this was the day that she got to finally crank some rounds through it. I started her off w/some basic .38 Specials, and worked her up for 12 rounds of the expensive .357 158 grain Hydra-Shok ‘combat rounds’ if you will.
She did really well with that, and then I got to test my Christmas Present from last friggin’ year… not 2024 mind you, but 2023 if you can believe it. The weapons in question:
Gretchen’s Taurus 605 .357 and my Girsan Regard Turk M-92 Clone. And NO I don’t want to hear ANYONE talk shit about the Girsan. I’ve had ZERO issues with it, and have had it going on 4 years. I just have NOT been able to try it out since Sapper got me the Holosun that I added to it:
It performed wonderfully. Once I dialed in the Holosun, I was really impressed. The mount for it needed quite a bit of work as it was designed for the Beretta, but a couple of hours of ‘shaving/filing/measuring’ it got mounted, and as you can see, after about 60 rounds of 115 grain FMJ, the sight is still on there, and kept it’s reference/aiming point. There’s a lot of negative ‘stuff’ out there about mounting a Holosun with this particular mount, but I made it work rather well… nevermind about the Girsan brand…
And speaking of which, The Turks take a lot of shit regarding their weapons quality.
That’s fine. I go by Personal Experience. For one, there’s “That Guy”, Guntoober James Reeves who spends an inordinate amount of time shitting on Palmetto State “Poors” and Turkish weaponry. All I can say is it must be nice to be part of the Great Gun Grifters Club and get paid to shit on lower-priced but acceptable firearms for clout/money/fame. Much like that degenerate Garand Thumb who does the same exact thing. Shitting on good and functional weapons and try to shame people into buying their sponsors overpriced bullshit.
I mean c’mon. The whole “poors” thing infuriates the ever loving fuck out of me. Part of the reason is that cockfags like Garand-Douche who actually served in the DotMil used weapons made by the lowest fucking bidder.
THAT is what “MilSpec” is…
The cheapest deliverable line item/NSN unit at cost that the DotMil can get for the lowest price, quality be damned. Add on that I highly doubt that, despite the most sincere masturbatory fantasies of the various Prepperbois out there, the odds of ANY of us #/normies getting into a full on running gun battle to the point we have to worry about ’round count’, overheating and throat erosion plus barrel wear is Infinitesimal Smol.
And as a side note: If you find yourself in such a situation like that, something, somewhere, has gone absolutely and catastrophically wrong in your life and with your life choices.
Plan accordingly.
90% of the time, provided it’s not complete crap, the average Turkish weapon, be it a handgun or shotgun is just fine.
If not even BETTER than the average.
My 12 gauge semiauto Boomstick is a re-worked Black Aces Tactical that I’ve tweaked out to having an 8 round mag and added the bayonet lug to, and put OVER 1000 rounds of slug/double aught and even a lot of bird shot (when I didn’t have the shekels to blow on combat rounds for practice) through it w/out any mechanical failure or parts failure. It’s my go-to for CQB Killing if needed, as 12 gauge doesn’t over-penetrate.
It irks the shit out of me honestly.
Reeves has consistently said NO Turk semiauto shotty can make it past 1000 rounds and survive. MY experiences prove otherwise, which is why I consider him an overpaid Guntoob Grifter.
Anyways. Gretchen’s rifle? A Basic AF M-4 Clone w/a 16in Barrel. It does however have the “Hair Diva” touches:
Yep. Pink Furniture ALL over. The biggest problem outside of her trying to get a good sight picture was her fucking manicure. $75 worth of nails getting waaay in the way of her being proficient the way -I- want her to be.
The sight picture thing I’m going to have to work on here at the house as she suffers from the same thing a lot of new Privates in the Army do at BRM (Basic Rifle Marksmanship) school. She doesn’t understand that SHE has to conform to the rifle and not vice-versa. Her posture purely sucks, and as you can see, her nose is no where near enough to that charging handle.
<Le SIGH> Looks like I have a few days of retraining to perform with her to get her a wee bit better. Meh… It is what it is. I mean her first AR was something I made on a bet. Mind you THIS ‘new one’ has been a safe queen for the better part of three years, as getting Gretchen to the range is like doing a root canal without pain meds. The pink rifle is supposed to be her ‘duty rifle’ if we ever find ourselves in such a position that everyone needs to be armed with a long rifle 24-7.
However… Her first rifle was actually a pistol. I was futzing around in my pieces-parts bins and fiddly bits when I realized I had literally enough ‘stuff’ to build another AR of some form or another. I remember the conversation, as Gretchen had just moved in, and she was questioning the ‘why’ of my need to build another AR?
I put it on her and said I’d do her a custom rifle or pistol. She immediately came back and threw the gauntlet down, and told me she wanted a “Hello Kitty” AR… pistol or rifle… it didn’t matter to her.
So…. Challenge Accepted:
Yep. I might have gone Full Retard-Gunsmith on that ‘un.
She of course positively loves it She also gets ALL the chicks at the range all excited and jealous when they see it. They ALL want to know where she got it, and to be honesty I do enjoy in basking in the accolades for having done such a thing.
Even Liberty Doll on YouTube got a kick out of it when Gretchen sent her pictures of it. LD did a video on something that Gretchen just had to send pics of the Hello Kitty pistola, and she got a reply-email from Liberty Doll all digging it and asking where she got it?
Myself? I sent some pics into Brandon Herrera for his “Cursed Guns” series on Youtube, and got back a cool email from him (theoretically) complimenting me on it and the build… he said it wasn’t a “Cursed Gun” per se in that the “…only curse this thing would have is getting you a lot of pussy on the range with it!”
So yeah, that was the weekend roundup. Let me know your thoughts on the various fun times and weaponry. I’m always liking the comments. More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! I’m taking a few days off from doing ‘gun stuff’ as my carpal tunnel is really bad right now, and I need a literal physical break to recover. I appreciate all the input regarding the potential causes for the failures on the hydrodipping, and I –think– I have it narrowed down.
It’s not contamination. It’s my timing As in I need to be a Hell of a lot more accurate on setting things up. I’ve been too laisse faire in regards to the setup and activation. Sapper is going to literally be running a stopwatch tomorrow when I do the other side of the frame to see how it goes. A wee bit of precision might be the answer.
If not? Well I’ll just keep trying and learning, which is what the experiment is about. So because of the break, and because of what I read, I just have to throw my two cents in. In this case? A story out of New Yawk Fuckin’ Shitty.
Now not for nothing, I usually utterly refuse to listen to the various Leftist NPCs running around giving off airs of superiority. The natural inclination of the Leftist Limousine Libtards and their elitist outlook on life and their propensity to look down their patrician noses at us ‘normies’ just doesn’t normally matter to me. They and their opinions matter not… they’re NPCs and ‘background noise’…
The near continual drone of how SUPERIOR New York Fucking Shitty < HAAAAWK Spiiittoo! > is to the rest of the ‘flyover areas’ and how much BETTER and SMARTER they are than the the whytte-trash hillbilly bumpkins who inhabit said flyover zones does become wearisome over time. They need to just STFU IMO.
Well… I’d say that now, and forever more, with this particular story? Them fuckers need to keep their fucking cockholsters C-l-o-s-e-d for good. My reasoning?
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WHAT THE LITERAL FUCK!?!
My first reaction to that particular dreadful, nay horrifying headline was that someone had to be pulling a late April Fools Joke… I mean as the J. Jonah Jamieson meme goes:
“Seriously!?!”
I mean…..
The story as it goes:
“…authorities say the suspect engaged in sexual misconduct with the corpse of a homeless man on a southbound R train near the Whitehall Street station around 12:30 a.m. Wednesday, according to ABC 7.
Investigators believe the victim died of natural causes prior to the incident and that the suspect did not know him. The suspect was last seen wearing a blue baseball cap, black hooded jacket, yellow hoodie, jeans, red and white sneakers, and carrying a backpack.”
And mind you… the Ministries of Lies and Propaganda? Nary a fucking peep from them about this particular depravity. Mind you this’s a newspaper that’s more like a Daily Mail tabloid, and has such wonderful sidebars like this:
Rape, Murder, Mayhem… All part of the NYFC ‘experience’ I suppose… With the exception of this case however.
Guess when it gets to where even the tabloids don’t want to touch this kind of story with a 10 foot pole. And to add to the fun, I checked around, and it appears as I stated before, our National Propaganda Organs have left this one alone. I did find on the Brit rag, The Guardian that
“…alleged that investigators had probable cause to arrest a 51-year-old man identified as Carlos Garcia – whose last known address is in the Bronx – on a count of sexual misconduct of a dead human body.
Gothamist, citing police, also reported that the man identified in the wanted poster as Garcia could be seen on surveillance footage taking items from the pockets of the dead person before violating the corpse and fleeing.”
Wow. Any bets if good ole Carlos mightbe an illegal? Inquiring minds want to know. Not that we’ll ever get any confirmation of that. The Memory Hole is going to be fast and deep on this one.
Jes’ Sayin’
Now mind you, this happened after the poor dead fucker was robbed by a female 2G (thanks to Art Sido of that term). Again, per The Guardian:
“…At about 10.48pm on Tuesday, police said a woman approached the late man, removed unspecified property from him and then left.
Police released surveillance images of a suspect in that initial robbery, which showed a woman wearing a yellow hooded sweatshirt, black pants and a black baseball cap.”
Again… What the fuck.
She looks nice.
It reminds me of that Sam Kinnison Act from back in the day:
The man was a visionary… taken far too soon sadly enough. And man, I saw that bit when it was ‘live’ on HBO. MomUnit almost peed she was laughing so hard. I think I broke a damned rib I swear.
Like I said… the Memory Hole is going to go hard, fast and furious. Some poor homeless bastard dies, and then a thieving fucking nigger loots the dead guy of whatever pathetic valuables he may or may not have had, which shortly after that barbaric act, a Goddamned Burrito Goblin rapes the aforementioned dead guys face.
Talk about nuking the ‘narrative’ Aye? So much for the theoretical superiority of NYFC.
Yepper. I never want to hear just how much better NYFC and it’s denizens are as opposed to us undereducated flyover folks. I mean even Floridaman doesn’t go that low. I mean yeah, he might try and fuck a dead alligator, but compared to literally skullfucking a dead hoomon?
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah. All Sapper said when I gave him the details of this degenerate mess was “Nuke it from orbit, it’s the only way to be sure.”
