Gun Free Zone

Anybody else, would have gotten arrested and at a minimum go straight to the Child Molesters Files. If found guilty and sent to prison, a thoroughly beating and rape with assorted instruments would have been in the menu.

But in the year 2022 of the Era of Woke, we are now bringing the children to the molesters and “PROUDly making a public celebration out of it.

They say you can’t have too much ammo.

Bullshit.

Try moving almost 10,000 round 1,300 miles across country.

There might actually be a thing as too much ammo.

You guys know I’m an unapologetic supporter of gun rights.

Some people are too fucking stupid to own them.

This woman in Montana wanted to do a predator hunt and ended up bagging and skinning a Husky.

That was somebody’s pupper that that dumb bitch yeeted.

But it doesn’t end there.

She got her wolf tag after she smoked Balto.

Good, I hope they jam her up hard.

I agree with the person above.  Anyone who can’t tell a wolf from a husky shouldn’t be hunting or have guns.

The number one duty of a law abiding gun owner is to be responsible.

Know your target and what’s behind it.

Knowing your target means knowing of the game animal you think you’re shooting at is actually a neighborhood pet.

Fucking dumb ass.

Since I suspect some of our readers may have an AR pistol, I believe this should be of their interest.

If faced with the “choice” of having to register as SBR with a paying stamp, I might as well just use a real stock.

Earlier today Miguel wrote a post about David Hogg retconning the Parkland shooting so he could stay relevant.

Hogg is a little shit with a big ego.

He ego lends him to do really stupid and felonious things.

A few years ago he was at the Toronto Film Fest and on stage solicited Canadians to donate to influence US political elections.  Michael Moore had to yank his mic away and tell him “no” in front of the crowd.

But because he’s a Leftist turd, he didn’t get in trouble for that.

Now, in another attempt at flexing, he squealed on his dad breaking FBI policy and and the law.

He knows guns.

He shot a government issued fully automatic weapon when he was a kid.

He wasn’t supposed to but his dad was FBI and because he’s a Leftist turd and the FBI is unaccountable, nobody will get it trouble for it.

See, he’s so special he can have access to machine guns but you shouldn’t even be able to buy semi auto rifles.

This little shit has been nothing but rewarded for his behavior.

Back in the days of his pillow company and the way that folded spectacularly, I wonder how much money he took in and if what he did was defraud investors.

Then there are the questions I have about his lifestyle.  The trips, the sailing, the selfies, the extravagance, does he charge speaking fees or is he pocketing money from charitable donations?  He just doesn’t add up.

I suspect this little shit will continue to do stunt after stunt until he finally does something too illegal to go unnoticed.

And after reading about everything partisan and corruption the FBI has done over the last few years, it makes perfect sense to me why this kid is such an arrogant turd willing to break the law to get what he wants.  The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

I’m sitting at my computer around 2300 doing some work when a message comes in from my wife

“I hear something outside”

This is as meaningful as just about all of her urgent messages. It could have been anything from a car revving its engine to an intruder trying to break in.

“What do you hear?”

“Like an animal rustling”

Ok. This is could be a real threat. It could be anything from a squirrel up to a bear. It could be trying to get at the chickens or the feed. Or it could be a big cat. Worse, it could be a two legged intruder.

I stand up and grab the Winchester ’94 the not weapon weapons light and head to the porch. A quick scan from inside the house shows no movement.

I step out the door and immediately hear something scampering into the mess that lives on the porch. The rifle comes up and I’m looking for the criter.

I poke here and there and I hear it again. It moves to the corner of the porch where the screen is damaged and it can get out. It is a racoon.

“It is a racoon. Do you want it dead?”

“Um….”

There is a three minute discussion before she decides that yes, it should be a dead racoon. Stupid critter hasn’t moved.

“It is going to be loud.”

“Ok”

I pull back the hammer, line up a clean shot. From where I am there is nothing behind the critter for 200 yards at least. The rifle is pointing down so the entire ground is the backstop. If I were to miss the round would go another 10 yards max before it was in the dirt.

Yes, the gun is loaded.
Yes, I want to destroy what I’m pointing at.
I have identified my target and what is beyond it.
Booger hook to the bang stick, and I press the trigger backwards.

There is a very loud bang and the racoon is gone.

Did I miss? I move it off the porch and around the corner. I can see where it went through the tear in the screen. No sounds, no blood trail. Shit, Shit, Shit.

Still looking. Then I spot it. It is dead dead dead. That 30-30 Winchester had pushed that damn critter off the porch. It was dead before it hit the ground.

Good timing, I go put stuff away. My daughter is the one that deals with dead animals. She collects pelts and bones and such. And she has people that buy them from her.

She is pounding down the stairs and shows up ready to go investigate. We head outside.

I move around and shine my light on the racoon.

“is it dead?”

Looking at the pile of fur and bones and looking to see if it is moving. No movement. No change in position since I checked 3 minutes ago.

“It is dead.”

“It just MOVED!”

“It is dead, it didn’t move.”

“Its looking at me!”

I look at her and where she is looking. Following her line of sight there is a second racoon . She can’t see the dead one, it is blocked from her sight by a plant. She can see a very live and very big racoon.

“There’s another racoon out here! Do you want it dead too?”

“Ummmmm.”

Child and I go inside where we go have a conference with wife.

“Do you want it dead?”

It takes wife another 5 minutes to work out if she wants it dead or not. In the end she says “Yes, I want it dead.”

Well the position of that racoon means that I have a backstop but not as good. It is the foundation of the house. I do NOT want to punch a 30-30 through a racoon and into the foundation. It will cause damage. I decide to drop down to a .22LR

So I grab the .22 bolt action then spend a couple of long minutes searching for the magazine. I know it is right here on my desk…. Find it and put it into the rifle.

Daughter and I head back out. I’m hoping the second racoon has left. Nope he’s still there staring at us with his beady little black eyes.

I again confirm with wife that she wants it dead. Line up the shot and press the trigger.

Nice clean break and the critter take the shot.

AND IS STILL FUCKING MOVING!

Grrr!

It starts to move along the foundation so I move to the corner of the house. Line up the second shot. It is definatently wounded. I can see it is limping. I line up the shot and press the trigger. Another good hit.

It scrambles along the foundation and cuts across the yard to the shed. Daughter and I are following.

“It doesn’t look bad. I hate .22”

“It’s bleeding.”

“huh?” I am such a smart dude. “I don’t see any blood”.

“There is a huge blood trail here.”

I go back and sure enough there is a big arse blood trail. I hear the ‘coon scampering so I turn back to follow him. He’s on the wood pile. I line up one more time and press the trigger.

It goes into death throws instantly and shortly after it stops moving.

AAR

There is a huge difference in the stopping power of 30-30 v. .22lr.

Racoon are harder to kill then they look. It take better shot placement for a quick one shot kill than I delivered.

The o-light worked great as a hand held weapons light

The .22 left a lot more blood.

This should take care of the critter problem we’ve been having recently.