Where a Hispanic Catholic, and a Computer Geek write about Gun Rights, Self Defense and whatever else we can think about.
It feels like forever since I was shooting regularly. Shooting accurately is a perishable skill and mine is probably fossilized. But I am almost out of my reloads, so here goes the first batch of brass. There will be range reports as soon as it stops hailing and warms up above 45 degrees… yes, hail this morning. Tennessee weather is being directed by a Greta Thunberg clone sucking hard on a meth pipe.
Semi-retired like Vito Corleone before the heart attack. Consiglieri to J.Kb and AWA. I lived in a Gun Control Paradise: It sucked and got people killed. I do believe that Freedom scares the political elites.
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Wait! What? Are you complaining about all the Globull Wharmhing falling on your head?
Impossible! I was assured by The! Very! Smartest! People! (they told me so, themselves!) that snowfalls we’re a thing of the past.
You don’t even have weather there. Call me when you’re in a tshirt one day and literally ass deep in snow 48 hours later. 🙂
Im juggling work house renovations a 3 yr old Golden and weather changes every 10 minutes…. Reloading never mind shooting is not always fitting in… dry practice is though..
I treated myself to a wet tumbler at Christmas – man, that makes brass clean up SHARP! It takes a little more work vs. dry media (separating the dang tumbling pins without losing them down the garbage disposal takes some effort, as does drying the brass, buuut wow, they come out looking factory new, primer pockets and all…