Friday, February 12, 2016
Friday’s Hunt v1.7 -- "G" is for ...
It's bigger than she is!
[click on any picture on my post for a larger view - click again, it might get larger]
(1.b) Also starts with "G": Guns. Here, toy guns. I found the little toy gun while I was digging in the yard. It is a "Vintage Cap Gun, HUBLEY derringer TOY Vintage Cap Gun Classic" according to this photo that Google found for me when I Googled "Vintage Toy Derringer Guns."
Mine has all its movements stuck and not moveable now. It is not rusted because it is cast aluminum and shouldn't rust. The 'pretty good condition' toy gun shown on the left found when I Googled was an asked $29.9 plus shipping. Mine is not for sale, but I suppose it would bring two or three dollars at a sale.
[click on any picture on my post for a larger view - click again, it might get larger]
(1.b) Also starts with "G": Guns. Here, toy guns. I found the little toy gun while I was digging in the yard. It is a "Vintage Cap Gun, HUBLEY derringer TOY Vintage Cap Gun Classic" according to this photo that Google found for me when I Googled "Vintage Toy Derringer Guns."
Mine has all its movements stuck and not moveable now. It is not rusted because it is cast aluminum and shouldn't rust. The 'pretty good condition' toy gun shown on the left found when I Googled was an asked $29.9 plus shipping. Mine is not for sale, but I suppose it would bring two or three dollars at a sale.
[click on any picture for larger size - click again, it may get bigger still]
Teresa of Eden Hills is running this meme, Friday's Hunt. She has three alternatives for us to post about but this one, Alphabet series, will be the one I will try to follow and post about. - Her rules are: "Welcome to linkup for Friday’s Hunt. It’s very simple. Anyone can participate. The link opens at 7pm Central time and will close Sunday at 7pm, so you have plenty of time to enter."
- The Mr. Linky address here has a list of others who are participating if you would to read what these folk are doing for the Friday post - For the week of February 12, our assignment was to post on any or all of these ideas: (1) Starts with G, (2) Week’s Favorite, and (3)in my kitchen.
- The Mr. Linky address here has a list of others who are participating if you would to read what these folk are doing for the Friday post - For the week of February 12, our assignment was to post on any or all of these ideas: (1) Starts with G, (2) Week’s Favorite, and (3)in my kitchen.
Labels: Driving Pictures, Friday’s Hunt 2016, Guns., KP, Toys
Thursday, August 27, 2015
We are now averaging more than one mass shooting per day in 2015
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As of August 26th, the US has had 247 mass shootings in the 238 days of 2015.
For those keeping track, that's an average of more than one shooting per day.
These numbers are according to the Mass Shooting Tracker created by the anti-gun subreddit Guns Are Cool.
Wednesday morning's stunning on-air fatal shooting in Roanoke, Virginia of a television reporter and a photographer wasn't even the first shooting of the day. Roughly three hours earlier at 3:15 a.m., four people were shot during a home invasion in Minneapolis.
It is important to note that the Mass Shooting Tracker defines a mass shooting as a shooting spree in which four or more people are shot. The folks at Guns Are Cool notes that this differs from the FBI definition in which an event only qualifies as a mass shooting if four or more people are killed.
"The most obscene incidents of gun violence usually do not make the mainstream news at all," Guns Are Cool writes ..."
(more) We are now averaging more than one mass shooting per day in 2015
Labels: Guns.
Monday, December 19, 2005
The First Time
. .that I ever shot a pistol
It was at school. We were doing a play. You know the kind where the butler was the suspect but the mistress really killed the poor guy.
The gun we used was a real 22 pistol, a revolver. One night of production my friend, Donny, brought some bullets. When neither of us was in a scene for a while, we took the gun outside and shot at least a full cylinder into the air. I'm glad we didn't get caught but our punishment wouldn't have been to severe. "Zero Tolerance" hadn't been invented yet.
People seem to remember the first time for many things.
The first taco I ever ate was at the Red Rooster Drive In in El Paso. I didn't even know what a taco was until then. Mom didn't make us any on the farm and we didn't eat out that much. I was married and about 22 that night at the Red Rooster.
The first corn dog I ever ate was in San Francisco at a pier. It was a famous one but I have forgotten the name. My buddy said this pier was famous for corn dogs and I should try one. This was in 1964 and I was 31.
The first time I ever saw a Nebraska hemp weed with the seeds and tops cut off was near Lincoln, Nebraska, in the late 50s. I was riding a motorcycle along a ditch out southwest of town and couldn't figure out what was going on. We smoked some other weeds on the farm but never hemp. And to this day I haven't done that. That was also the first motorcycle that I had ever ridden come to think of it.
There are other firsts that come to mind but wouldn't be very interesting here. Some might be interesting but I wouldn't want them in print here. You probably have some firsts you remember too.
The second and last time I ever shot a pistol was with my bother-in-law at a Churchyard in North Louisiana. It was a nice little gun and I could plink tin cans on the posts without much trouble. That was the only other pistol I ever shot.
I have never shot a rifle or a shotgun. I probably will remember when I shoot my rifle for the first time.
. .that I ever shot a pistol
It was at school. We were doing a play. You know the kind where the butler was the suspect but the mistress really killed the poor guy.
The gun we used was a real 22 pistol, a revolver. One night of production my friend, Donny, brought some bullets. When neither of us was in a scene for a while, we took the gun outside and shot at least a full cylinder into the air. I'm glad we didn't get caught but our punishment wouldn't have been to severe. "Zero Tolerance" hadn't been invented yet.
People seem to remember the first time for many things.
The first taco I ever ate was at the Red Rooster Drive In in El Paso. I didn't even know what a taco was until then. Mom didn't make us any on the farm and we didn't eat out that much. I was married and about 22 that night at the Red Rooster.
The first corn dog I ever ate was in San Francisco at a pier. It was a famous one but I have forgotten the name. My buddy said this pier was famous for corn dogs and I should try one. This was in 1964 and I was 31.
The first time I ever saw a Nebraska hemp weed with the seeds and tops cut off was near Lincoln, Nebraska, in the late 50s. I was riding a motorcycle along a ditch out southwest of town and couldn't figure out what was going on. We smoked some other weeds on the farm but never hemp. And to this day I haven't done that. That was also the first motorcycle that I had ever ridden come to think of it.
There are other firsts that come to mind but wouldn't be very interesting here. Some might be interesting but I wouldn't want them in print here. You probably have some firsts you remember too.
The second and last time I ever shot a pistol was with my bother-in-law at a Churchyard in North Louisiana. It was a nice little gun and I could plink tin cans on the posts without much trouble. That was the only other pistol I ever shot.
I have never shot a rifle or a shotgun. I probably will remember when I shoot my rifle for the first time.
Labels: First Times, Guns.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Jimmie's Got a Gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound of my gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound, it's the sound...
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah....
Janie's Got A Gun
Janie's Got A Gun
Her whole world's come undone
From lookin' straight at the sun
What did her daddy do
What did he put you through
From Aerosmith - Janie's Got A Gun Lyrics (There's more. I interpret 'daddy' to be her old man in hippy terms and the 'little baby' meant that Janie was very young--way too young.)
Like the conductor, in Mark Twain's poem, Punch Brothers, Punch, I have trouble getting that song out of my mind. Maybe this post will help things.
I have two guns; at one time I had three.
The first I have had since the 1940s. It is a Red Ryder BB gun. Now on another blog there was talk about not killing things. But that BB gun has probably killed more blackbirds than any other BB gun. It took quit a bit of elevation and wind correction and I had it down good. They didn't suffer because I hit them in the right places too. I wouldn't let my kids do that but I am me and they are them [Now Jr.#3, I didn't want to say 'I am I and they are they'.] . I still have that gun and it still shoots. Not blackbirds anymore.
My second gun, and first real gun, is a Montgomery Ward (MW) 22 rifle. It was Dad's rifle and it may be older than I am--that would be over 104 according to my profile. That rifle has killed many a rabbit. Mom wouldn't cook the poor things, nor eat any part of them, so Dad would take his rabbits up to Grandma and she would cook them for him. I went hunting with him a few times but never shot his gun.
When Dad sold his house, after he had been in assisted living at Oakland, Nebraska, it was decided that I should have the rifle. It still is nice and has a polished wooden stock that doesn't come on inexpensive guns anymore.
I still haven't shot that rifle but I plan to. I can take it to a shooting range and shoot targets. I have been reading about hunting rabbits with beagle dogs. Most of them are natural at flushing out the rabbits and bringing them around for the hunter. The book I read said that all beagles know how to do this, but they must be disciplined so as to obey a command to stop or come back. If they won't do this there is no use trying to hunt with them.
There are places in Texas that are open to hunting. Arrangements have been made with landowners and the Texas Parks and Wildlife to open the property to hunters. The number and times of hunting are regulated. Mrs. Jim said she would cook the rabbits I would shoot. She also said she would clean and cook any fish I catch, but I haven't been fishing since 1964.
The third gun ownership was short lived. I didn't shoot it either. I got it from a friend who took it away from his son. It was a very small Beretta Tomcat 3032 32 caliber automatic. And the price was very right.
The father had the Montgomery police run it through the state to make sure it wasn't stolen. Wal-Mart had a box of 32 ammunition and I was in business. Before I could get it to the range the friend called me to buy it back. The police had called him and the gun was stolen. The theft had just been turned in as the owner added it to list of other property he had lost.
I would like to have a pistol. Just to have. I think it should be a one that is or will become a collector gun that might increase in value. A gun that could be taken to the firing ranges. It might be needed for something else some day.
Then I would again feel like Jimmie's Got a Gun.
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound of my gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound, it's the sound...
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah....
Janie's Got A Gun
Janie's Got A Gun
Her whole world's come undone
From lookin' straight at the sun
What did her daddy do
What did he put you through
From Aerosmith - Janie's Got A Gun Lyrics (There's more. I interpret 'daddy' to be her old man in hippy terms and the 'little baby' meant that Janie was very young--way too young.)
Like the conductor, in Mark Twain's poem, Punch Brothers, Punch, I have trouble getting that song out of my mind. Maybe this post will help things.
I have two guns; at one time I had three.
The first I have had since the 1940s. It is a Red Ryder BB gun. Now on another blog there was talk about not killing things. But that BB gun has probably killed more blackbirds than any other BB gun. It took quit a bit of elevation and wind correction and I had it down good. They didn't suffer because I hit them in the right places too. I wouldn't let my kids do that but I am me and they are them [Now Jr.#3, I didn't want to say 'I am I and they are they'.] . I still have that gun and it still shoots. Not blackbirds anymore.
My second gun, and first real gun, is a Montgomery Ward (MW) 22 rifle. It was Dad's rifle and it may be older than I am--that would be over 104 according to my profile. That rifle has killed many a rabbit. Mom wouldn't cook the poor things, nor eat any part of them, so Dad would take his rabbits up to Grandma and she would cook them for him. I went hunting with him a few times but never shot his gun.
When Dad sold his house, after he had been in assisted living at Oakland, Nebraska, it was decided that I should have the rifle. It still is nice and has a polished wooden stock that doesn't come on inexpensive guns anymore.
I still haven't shot that rifle but I plan to. I can take it to a shooting range and shoot targets. I have been reading about hunting rabbits with beagle dogs. Most of them are natural at flushing out the rabbits and bringing them around for the hunter. The book I read said that all beagles know how to do this, but they must be disciplined so as to obey a command to stop or come back. If they won't do this there is no use trying to hunt with them.
There are places in Texas that are open to hunting. Arrangements have been made with landowners and the Texas Parks and Wildlife to open the property to hunters. The number and times of hunting are regulated. Mrs. Jim said she would cook the rabbits I would shoot. She also said she would clean and cook any fish I catch, but I haven't been fishing since 1964.
The third gun ownership was short lived. I didn't shoot it either. I got it from a friend who took it away from his son. It was a very small Beretta Tomcat 3032 32 caliber automatic. And the price was very right.
The father had the Montgomery police run it through the state to make sure it wasn't stolen. Wal-Mart had a box of 32 ammunition and I was in business. Before I could get it to the range the friend called me to buy it back. The police had called him and the gun was stolen. The theft had just been turned in as the owner added it to list of other property he had lost.
I would like to have a pistol. Just to have. I think it should be a one that is or will become a collector gun that might increase in value. A gun that could be taken to the firing ranges. It might be needed for something else some day.
Then I would again feel like Jimmie's Got a Gun.
