Had a wonderful evening-out at the Gun Club Banquet last night. Ran into the same couple from last year, and two additional guys who traded flying stories, deployment stories, and stories from our former location and our new home. Bought a few $1 raffle tickets and won a gift certificate to one of our favorite locations, and then when the guns started up my name was called for the Stoeger Coach Gun! Woo-hoo!!
Now I have the necessary trifecta for Cowboy Action shootin’ – a single action Vaquero, the Rossi lever, and now a shorty scattergun. HBTM!
This rifle was one he built, before there were AR-lego rifles. The Herter’s compensator is interesting and the scope is still clear and bright – just not modern. The wood is a nicely grained stick he inletted from a blank.
Too bad about the drill and tap, but if you want a scope that’s the only way – besides old MilSurps were not considered very useful as-is back in the day, and I’m guessing the most expensive thing on this at the time of the build was the brand-new scope. So to date this, how old is a one-inch Weaver K3 60 with a post and crosshair, marked “El Paso”? As far as the mounts go, I understand that these Split Ring Tip-Off mounts were introduced in 1953, and I read that in 1954 Bill Weaver came out with the 60 series. I think that is probably about the right era for this rifle.
It seems that I’ve used this post title before, on a yearly basis since 2014 – so here’s the 2017 version: a week of sunlight is coming, but not until tomorrow. Meanwhile the County was under a state of emergency due to rain-driven flash-flooding, widespread power-outages (including here at The Ranch) and downed trees, and other assorted weather vicissitudes.
We had a friend who was up in Roseville at business meetings coming over for dinner Tuesday night, so I was at the Airport Lounge when power went down and unaware of the situation. In the morning I returned to discover the outage, checked the PG&E repair-time estimate, and talked with my neighbor the plumber across the fence-line. He was setting up his generator to deal with the situation, and had an electrician buddy there to help. He had heard two transformers blow during the night, on two different poles, and nobody had come out yet.
Around the corner up on Mother Lode Drive by the little Christian pre-school, a number of trees had come falling down into a ravine, taking the power-line with it in a jumble of branches. The line was stretched tight, waist-high in front of the school doors, so nobody was getting pre-schooled yesterday. Later in the afternoon three county trucks with cherry-pickers showed up, but I didn’t see anybody with a chainsaw and that’s what they were gonna need.
Since a county-wide “emergency” was declared, the fix-it time could be anywhere from “soon” to a few days, so grabbing a few things I went back to the lights and warmth. We had leftover pizza for dinner, and made ready to make a Costco run in the morning.
I awoke remarkably refreshed and absent of most cold symptoms, so good!
Rain, rain, rain, sunlight, rain, rain… The snow melted and quickly turned to rain, with over two and a half inches falling yesterday, and total of four inches just this month – with a season (July 1st to June 31st.) total of 24.84 inches already. By comparison, last Year-to-Date was only 0.11 inches. The Chandler Fire-Danger index is in the negative at -1.9 so we’re good on that.
The Sierra snow-pack is healthy indeed, but more rain is coming from Hawaii on Saturday which will melt some of the snow-pack and push river-levels higher and there is a flood-watch in effect. When it was raining just before Christmas, we drove around at night looking at the Christmas-lights on houses. IN the drenching rain the run-off water down in El Dorado, at the intersection of Hwy 49 in front of Poor Red’s, was so deep that I was pushing a bow-wave off the front of the truck, as high as the fenders for 100-feet. A car would have never made it through.
Meanwhile after two weeks, the snot-monsters and hacking cough have turned productive and are clearing up, and this nasty cold is finally starting to diminish.
It was raining all night and the sound of that put me to sleep, so when it was still this morning I looked out the window and the rain had turned to snow and was falling quietly. It got to about five inches thick on the chaise lounges, and enough built-up on the satellite dish that my router lost touch, and the TV-dish also lost signal. On the advice of a buddy I went outside, and since it’s not THAT cold here I sprayed them off with the hose and reception returned.
It was all gone by 10:AM but maybe we’ll get some more tonight with the second “storm.” It was never really stormy, it’s just a weather pattern.
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My cough and cold are getting better each day, but I had to venture out for more Kleenex and whiskey. And chicken-soup.
Hope you-all are enjoying the in-between time as the year changes. Christmas was festive but congested, preceded by a sore throat that grew into a wooley head of snot-monsters. Great green gobs as the song goes. So meh. And glurg – and a variety of patent medicines grace the kitchen counter for dealing with the symptoms, but I fail to see how the etymology of phlegm gives rise to the “phlegmatic” temperament.
Happy New Year all y’alls! Stay safe, the World is not without its dramas.
The Ranch received and unexpected and delightful gift from a friend: a 7.5oz “Bulletproof” Rocks Glass.
I must have missed the Naughty List somehow, thanks!!
Merry Christmas to everyone!
I know it aint much compared to you MidWesterners and EastCoasters, but 26-degrees at 6AM and a layer of frost on the pasture is a reminder that it’s nearly the Winter Solstice next Wednesday the 21st – when I take the garbage cans up to the road. Days will start getting longer if not warmer.
And since I quit Twitter and went to Gab, things are interesting.
I gots me a hay-ut.
And muh trac’tor.
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Ten+ years back I quit wearing button-fly 501’s that I grew-up with because every time I worked outside or in the garage they raised an unpleasant stink on my legs that was not just me.
My wife noticed it too, and it didn’t wash-out, so I suspected the classic late 90’s brand-strategy of off-shore cost-cutting by Levi’s with cheap Chinese or Pakistani or…something fabric.
Also the Levis HQ in SF is notoriously busy with social-engineering causes and climate hooey, and some former friends who worked there were the worst sort of Virtue-Signalers you could possibly imagine. Pure elitist BayAryans.
Now there is another reason to quit the old haberdasher, as noted by Calvin at Voices Inside My Head, a silly self-aggrandizing posture of the Loud Levis Pharisees: Levi’s: No Firearms in Our Stores. Thanks.
So for years I wore cargo-khakis instead, until getting up into Flyover Country where Wranglers are prevalent. Also Wranglers come in only a few varieties and fabrics instead of a dizzying array of Urban stylings: Slim, Regular, Full – and a couple different colors. It’s so much easier to grab a pair.