Out and About

The weather was a cool 68-degrees when we rolled out at 9:45, no clouds. We went down Bass Lake Road through Serano onto White Rock Road, and took that way out to Scott and hung a left out in the middle of nowhere. We drove past the backside of the Hangtown MX National Track.
Scott is a quintessential crowned two-lane blacktop hoot-and-holler blind-turn decreasing-radius roller-coaster ride. Be careful, there’s no shoulder and the barb-wire fence is right there after the ditch. Surprise! Some heavy-equipment came past in the opposite direction, wide-load stuff that was too big (and slow) for the freeway. One rig was pulling a flat-bed equipment-trailer, with a well-used, giant-yellow, earth-moving dumper riding on it. It was like a super-giant Tonka truck. Wide-Load indeed, the rubber of the tires bulged-out off the side of the flatbed and I thought it might brush-off my side-mirror. Be careful for what you find out there.
We drove on down, up and down, through an arbor of old oak-trees to Jackson Road (Hwy 16) and (right turn) thence through Rancho Murietta to Ione Road and on down to Meiss Road. You can guess where that leads. Forty-odd miles later we arrived.
Waiting outside in the truck my wife had observed the “changing of the guard” protocols: the RO calling the Cease-Fire over the PA system, then checking down the line, calling safe, and everybody (what few were there this morning) standing back behind the yellow, or going forward to change targets. I had briefly explained the touch/no-touch rules, but for a non range-rat it really helps to actually *see* it in operation and understand the safety involved. My biggest gripe going shooting the very first time was that nobody told me what to do or not to do, and I got yelled-at by an RO because I was out-of-line. I didn’t think my wife would appreciate that kind of baptism by fire-breath. It’s something we should all do for newbies. We put eyes-and-ears on, and entered the Main range-house/Pro Shop for some orientation.
The Staff is friendly and facilities are HUGE! They operate the facility and have some 40-different vendors who teach and train there, lotta classes, lotsa public matches – and somehow I gotta get back into my CMP groove.
Upon entry to the facility, by the front gate, are separate Skeet, Trap, and Clay ranges. Up By the main-range house are the 100-yard Rifle and 50-yard Pistol ranges – with a 300-yard rifle-lane for the public (if you can shoot a 100-yard group).
Next to that is a whole Silhouette set-up, with chickens (200 M), pigs (300 M), turkeys (385M), and rams at 500 meters – huh, metric guys. Further along there are six action-pistol bays for the SASS crowd, and then you get to the 1,000 yard long-distance range…
We joined. My wife wants to go back and shoot her Model 90 Winchester, and revolvers. Maybe try the AR too…
On out way out we went back up to Jackson Highway and took a right, then after a few miles a left on Old Sacramento Road and another left when we crossed Latrobe. We drove up Latrobe back to EDH and had a pizza at a little place in the newly built “Towne Centre.”
We could have gone right on Latrobe to Plymouth, and from there up 49 to El Dorado, or taken South Shingle off Latrobe right up to Durock Road (my buddy Pete told me “Durock” (durak) means idiot/moron in Russian – take that Putin.), and that’s the way I’ll probably go on any return trip since it leads right home… Rain forecast for Wednesday.

Sleep laying down

It’s a lot more satisfying than sitting-up. Also since the diaphragm is not under pressure from other organs stacking-up on it, I think you get more and better airflow – but I’m not an MD so I don’t know the actuals on that, but my walking-around breath seemed a bit short while I was occupied in the upright sleep-position.
We took a bunch of closet items and personal things: clothes and other materials, to the Snowline Hospice re-sale store. They are our main donation location since we don’t do that much with Goodwill up here.
Clear but cool not cold, more rain coming middle of the week.
We take a(nother) day out of the automatic drip rotation this week – so we’re down to one day of watering a week: Sunday. But we (now) have full rain-barrels that we’ll empty each time between storms and rain so that the plants and trees don’t suffer.
The Mossberg is coming along, I think I need to get the off-side (lefty) QD point, two rights don’t make it work, and I still need a bayonet – and a shotgun class. I have the Louis Awerbuck DVD but watching is not doing.

Warehouse of Sporting-Mens

Walking around the Funshow got a bit tiring after a while, so I went home to catch some rays on deck. With cold temps banished by a duplicate of last year’s offfshore hovering-high trough – at around 80° the chaise was the perfect angle of deflection to catch up on needed and pain-free sleep.
After a better night’s sleep than last, on Sunday we headed down to the ‘burbs and flatlands to find some storage-supplies. Since there’s only the two of us and cookin’ recipes run to feed four or six, we have a need to freeze extra food and condiments – especially the awesome extra-hot tomatillo salsa from the Crazy Gringo Taco Man. That’s why we got the freezer for the garage in the first place, besides hating the lower pull-out freezer-thing, an abomination that came with the houses’ dumbass LG “French Door” ‘fridge. It’s a back-breaker and impossible to store or sort anything within its bottomless and unreachable pit, so we put our freezing and vacuum-storage items out in the *uppright* garage-freezer.
Pulling into the parking lot I spy right next to our destination at “Smart & Final,” the Sub-Cabela’s Mecca: Sportsman’s Warehouse! There was none-such a Hunting-Shooting Outfittery-Emporium within a hundred miles of our previous residence, and this being past that radius I am glad.
There was a host of firearms, both shoulder and hand – and piles of ammo, especially the seasonal wing-shooting variety. And knives galore, and clothing: hunting and fishing haberdashery – and pink guns for girls. And boats! So I didn’t find a Viking Tactics Bearded Ninja Operator Sling, but I know exactly where to get one anyhow.
I bought a pair of comfy winter slippers, but I will return…

Funshow!

There was even plenty of .22LR in evidence, and big and little canisters of powder! Problem being they had 2018 prices attached. I came across no Ninja Tacticool Operator Slings, and the sole Ontario M9 pig-sticker was going for New York prices. But there was a bunch of great old lever-guns in archaic calibers, some sweet M1 Garands and a variety of old single-actions – and many friendly faces. I bought a bunch of raffle tickets for a nice AR Upper from the NRA guys, and had a fine time chatting. Next time I should walk around with a chipped coffee-cup and dribble-stained t-shirt – would have fit-in right well too. It’s a small-town show with some gemutlichkeit to it. I counted things I already had, and in better shape – including antique ammo – maybe next year I should set-up a table?

Cylinder Bore

IMGP0037_x1000 I wanted to read the text on the barrel so I had to remove the heat-shield and slide it forward. In doing so I had to rediscover (hunt-around for) my Inch-measure Allen wrenches and hex sockets, since everything else I do with tools is Metric. The KTM is metric, and the BMW – hell the Ford F-150 is probably Metric too, but I don’t do anything to it – and around the house Phillips-head screws have no allegiance… The Allen screws pass through a black Delrin (?) spacer in front of the magazine ring/bayonet lug, and on the back-side are retained by 5/16ths nuts – watch out gorilla arms! Don’t over torque this.
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So after all that, underneath it all is the roll-stamp that says, “FOR 2 3/4 AND 3 IN. SHELLS, 20 IN. CYLINDER BORE -”
I think the heat-shield is kinda cool, it’s like the old trench-guns. No word yet on whether it makes any damn difference.

Sling Swivel

The GG&G forward quick-detach sling-swivel mounted up pretty easy on the 590, and it’s non-rotating. The rear swivel is coming via Brownells in a few days. I guess I’ll get a Viking Tactics sling so it matches the one on the M4gery – after I swap it back and forth a few times to see how well that works, and on which side to install it…
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There are a few guys who run a shotgun course around here so I have that, but I’m sad that I can’t take Louis’ class, very sad indeed – but I can get his book, or the video.
UPDATE: What else? I’m leaning towards the Magpul stock because it’s seems to accommodate the Mossberg thumb safety location, and looks like a good compromise between a “real” stock and a pistol-grip stock: With an especial plus this from the Esteemed Tam (and I’m still pissed-off at the steaming scum-sucking jerkwad sh*tbrain who caused her to flatten the blog to a thin, narrow reminder of what it once was.)

Love the Magpul stock, and I say that as someone who, when she first saw the Magpul shotgun furniture, thought “Okay, the guys at Magpul have jumped the shark now, because that looks flimsy and ghey.” Despite my treatment of the 870 which, like most of my guns intended as range toys and sporting goods rather than collectibles, varies between neglect and mild abuse, nothing on the stock has broken or fallen off yet.
One of the advantages of a pistol grip on a shotgun is that it allows people without superhuman forearm strength to hold the gauge comfortable shouldered with one hand. Unfortunately, the downsides are that it pokes out awkwardly when the weapon is slung, makes operating the 870 safety a pain, and some don’t like what it does to the handling of the gun. The Magpul stock gives the advantage of the pistol grip, in that even my wimpy wrist can keep the shotgun shouldered with just my strong hand, and hasn’t any of the disadvantages. (Well, maybe it wouldn’t handle as well as an English stock if I took this thing hunting for upland birds…)

Baseline

Check it off the list. We went down the hill to meet the Doc. My numbers are running good: BMI, BHP, FIT, etc., and the aches and pains are normal – and the chest-wall pain-thing, well it just happens when you over-exert. I need to wear a hat in the sun (like I always do anyhow) since my natural “foliage” long ago departed my scalp. The weird head noogies and such are not cancer, stop picking at ‘em, it’s gross.
He spent his AF career in medicine at Travis and never was called up to anything. I mentioned my dad had a HS buddy who in WWII went up there and was promised to fly planes and become a pilot. Instead he swept the runway for three years. He did finally get to fly but was shot-down and vanished in the Pacific.
Doc’s also a dirt-rider, so good. Grew up in the Southland riding in the Dez, then moved to SJ area where his dad worked in the Defense Industry, then AF. He suggested that there were some technical trail “sections” at Prairie City, but when we were there last Wednesday I didn’t see where or how… Anyhow I need to find a burnt-out old super-senior geezer of C-level skill like myself to ride around Georgetown and Foresthill. When it starts raining and the concreted dirt softens up a little, it’s spectacular.
After I went across the hallway and got an update in my arm of TDAP (Tetanus-Diptheria-And-Pertussis), we went downstairs to get our new RXs dialed-in for a fresh set of specs.

At home the Midway order arrived with Ka-Bar pistol bayonet! It’s made by LaserLyte so should have a laser in it, IMHO – but nobody is gonna try and grab that out of your hands or rack the slide out of battery on you.
LaserLyte Bayonet