At this time, all that I am allowed to say is a “minor non-derogatory remark that acknowledges my appearance” on Gun Gurus.
Ok. There. That’s minor and definitely non-derogatory.
Oh. And both Mr. Schreier and Mr. Supica are very cool.
And in which I find out that I’m no better than any other fan-girl out there…
I just got a call from NRA HQ in Virginia. My submission to the Gun Gurus, to bring a firearm for them to oogle the Thursday of NRAAM in Louisville got chosen! I get to dig my daddy’s shotgun, given to him when he was just a tyke, to take with me to show off to them.
I am seriously dancing around the house and *squeeeeeeeee*ing!
My team won!
It may have been a few (*cough* *cough* or more than just a few) years since I was a student at Villanova, but I still pull for them every spring when March Madness comes around. Kinda tough around the family home, given that both of my brothers went to Xavier, and my parents are preferential to Xavier, too, but if the Musketeers aren’t involved, they’ll all cheer for my Wildcats.
That was a heckuva game tonight. I think it was a good deal that I chose to watch at home, rather than finding someplace out to watch it. This way, if I was yelling at the TV, no one cared.
It was a good game. A little too close for my comfort, especially given how soundly ‘Nova managed to thrash some of the other teams in the tourney, but.
Nothing like a buzzer-beater for the win!
Been a bit since I wrote anything on here… Been busy… Had some stuff come up… Sometimes hard to know how much to spill without it being too much information, stuff people don’t want to know, or too hard to talk about just yet.
But yesterday, after a round trip drive of 5+ hours in the truck, in the pouring rain for most of it, dodging the big rigs and stupid drivers, I made it home with my remade rifle. I took my Savage .308 11/111 and brought it to Fred out at Sharp Shooter Supply. He turned it into a custom long-range bench rifle.
It now shoots 6Br, so it’ll definitely reach out there. The barrel is 26″ with an integral muzzle brake and a 1:8 twist. The stock is walnut that he carved himself. And the bolt has fishnet fluting on it. I still need to find a scope for it, as the one sitting on it is the scope that came on the .308 when I bought it.
Can’t wait to get to the range!
My dad sent me the link to this. I wish I could hear it there, at the Air and Space Museum; the acoustics must be amazing.
I’m a confirmed and long-standing adrenaline junkie. I’ve known this for years. My hobbies reflect this; I learned to surf in high school. I ski. I shoot. I ride horses. I’ve gone white-water rafting on rivers nearby and far (even up in Alaska).
And my job was perfect for someone who needed a regular dose of adrenaline. Sure, lots of nights were dull and boring, the routine…just sniffles, colds, ankle sprains, and the like, but when it all hit the fan, that’s when the ER shines. That’s why I loved what I did. That’s when we made a real difference.
Now I just have to find my adrenaline in more…mundane ways. I’ll survive. And maybe find some new hobbies in the doing.
I own a variety of things that go *boom*. I have semi-automatic handguns. I have shotguns. I have rifles.
There is a category missing from this list… Revolvers. Just never got into them, despite the BF’s love of them, and despite having been privileged to shoot many beautiful revolvers belonging to many of my friends. Besides, I figured that gave me at least one category of things that I just wasn’t going to even look at when at the LGS or the gun shows. A “safe zone”, so to speak.
Well, that went right out the window yesterday. Following the example of one friend and aided and abetted by another friend,
this little beauty followed me home yesterday. And I think it’s a definite keeper!
It’s a 4″ Colt Python. Serial number dates it to 1980, and it’s just gorgeous! A little muzzle wear and a few scratches, likely from being carried in a holster, but aside from that the bluing is in great shape. The grips are nice and tight and without any chips or dings. I can’t wait to get out this weekend and put some rounds through it.
Over the past year, I’ve gotten emails at my main email address (the one with my slightly peculiarly spelled name as the root of it) from various businesses in Australia. Each time, I reply, telling them that I’m not the person that they think I am. Each time, I’ve gotten an apologetic email back, saying how sorry they are for taking up my time and stating that they’ll delete my email from their system. I’ve often been sorry that I wasn’t who they thought I was, because they’ve all been so very nice about it.
But let me list what I’ve apparently missed out on by not being the me Down Under…
1) I didn’t buy a Range Rover.
2) I didn’t go on a luxury vacation to what looked like a fantastic resort in New Zealand (I’m still longing over this one!).
3) I didn’t buy a Jaguar.
and 4) I didn’t have plumbing work done on my house (the latest email).
When the plumber wrote back, she was not only nice about it, she had me laughing. I’d explained a bit about how often I get these emails, you see, and what I’ve been missing out on, so she replied, “Have a great time in your new cars and also on your fantastic trip away! lol”.
It makes me wish I did live there, just so I could call that plumber and give them some business!
Categories: Bucket List, Home
So I took a little trip this past weekend. I was in Indianapolis for the NRA Annual Meeting. It was my first, and despite all of the medical conferences I’ve attended (generally one/year for the past x years), I still underestimated the toll it would take on me.
Fun? Oh, my, yes! But draining, exhausting, and tiring, too. It’ll be another couple of days before I’m all caught up on energy, despite being used to being on my feet at work 7-8 hours every night.
And totally worth it to see good friends again and to meet so many new people! I never realized just how many people I know in the shooting world, and by extension, how many people -they- know. And now, I know even more of those people, too.
I’ll be putting up a few posts over the next few days as I get some of my thoughts back in order. For now, it’s just good to be home again.
Full Metal Jousting was on again tonight. I don’t think I’ve missed a single episode of it yet, and next Sunday night is the final joust as well as the consolation joust for two of the non-finalists (there just isn’t a nice way to say “non-winners”‘ is there?).
Having worked at renfaires of both the small, single-weekend sort and the large, fixed location, multi-weekend variety over the years, I’ve seen lots of jousting. I’ve also been to the dinner-theater jousting restaurants. But that is all theatrical jousting. They aren’t wearing 80 pounds of armor. Their horses aren’t the warhorses built to tilt down the list at each other at full speed. And when they fall off the horses, the sword-and-board (or other weapon of choice) fighting that they do is just as formalized and careful. Any blood shed is purely by accident and usually involves a quick trip backstage at most.
But FMJ…that’s for real. The guys go flying off their horses with surprising regularity. There’s been a lot of blood, and not nearly all of it the sort that a band-aid can cover. One guy sat out for over a week for a head injury, and another only got back on after a repair of a large groin laceration.
And the horses… I’d love the chance to ride some of those horses. They’re big and feisty and they like to run. At the ranch where I go to ride, they have Percherons. It’s not quite the same, I’m sure, but riding a Percheron at a canter or a gallop over the trail is awesome. I swear some days that I just about can feel the ground shaking under their hooves.
While I’m not really sure that I want to take the chances of getting hit in the head like some of those guys did, or getting knocked flying off of a horse to sprawl in the dirt…I’m also not sure I’d turn it down if the chance were offered me.