Monday, February 20, 2017

Sunday was more of the same...

Still coughing up a storm on Sunday, but I did manage a quick range trip with the Glock 43.

Oh, the new targets that I'd ordered arrived from National Target on Saturday. They're handy targets that can be used with a number of skill drills.

The Glock 43 continued to perform without drama, with no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 1,100 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 900 rounds to go.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Bloggery has been perpetrated...

Hark! A Sunday Smith post has appeared at the long-dormant other blog.

Gratuitous Gun Pr0n #161...

Getting ready to confirm zero on the carbine. It hadn't been fired since... well, it had been a while.


Drove over to Indy Arms Co on Saturday morning with a few boxes of CCI Blazer Brass 115gr FMJ to put more rounds on the clock for the G43 test. While I was there, I bought another magazine, bringing my total to four. Since one has a Pearce Plus One extended floorplate on it, this means that all four mags together hold twenty-five rounds, or half a box of ammo, which makes accounting on range trips a lot less complicated.

Dropped a shot on that #4 triangle at five yards, and pretty badly, too. Not happy with that. On the other hand, the seven-yard shooting at the lower A-zone tells me I could clearly step up the pace some, there.

Fired one hundred and fifty rounds, with no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 1,000 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,000 rounds to go.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Trying to get this done...

I was cautiously optimistic and dragged myself to the range yesterday morning to get more rounds in on the G43 test. As it turns out, I wasn't quite as recovered as I thought I was, and just a hundred rounds through the 43 and comfirming the zero on a carbine left me completely gassed and weak as a kitten. Probably because my lungs are half full of nasty icky stuff instead of air.

Anyway, I'm getting better at trying to build up some speed with the 43, although I did manage to induce one failure to lock open on the last round by getting too aggressive with my grip and fouling the slide release. I'm not holding that against the gun. Other than that, there were no malfunctions of any kind to report.

This makes 850 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,150 rounds to go.

Friday, February 17, 2017

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Thursday, February 16, 2017

Gratuitous Gun Pr0n #160...

Ruger Redhawk .357 Magnum 8-shot snubbie, cut for moon clips.

Hmmm... The factory sights shoot ~4.5" low at five yards and about 7" low at seven, with 125gr .357 Mag loads. I'm going to go out on a limb and say there aren't enough clicks in the factory adjustable rear to fix that, although we'll certainly run it up there in an effort to try. It's either going to need a cut down front sight or a shark fin of a rear blade installed.

Tuesday shooting stuff...

Tuesday morning I dropped the Zed Drei off at the shop to get that cracked rim finally welded. From there I walked over to Indy Arms Company to continue the testing of the Glock 43...

A hundred rounds of CCI Blazer Brass 115gr FMJ. I'm getting my grip issues ironed out a little bit better, but I still have a way to go. I also have a G42/43 adapter plate on the way for my Ameriglo sight pusher. Can't wait to get some real sights on this thing.

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 750 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,250 rounds to go.

After shooting, I grabbed an Uber home, where I dropped off my range bag, grabbed my iPad, and then walked over to Twenty Tap to get lunch.

A spicy Cuban sandwich and a pint of Angle Juice, an American Dark Mild that's a collaboration between Sun King and Round Town. A nice, sessionable 3.7%ABV brew that doesn't leave you feeling guilty for having a pint with lunch.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017


In the middle of the night last night I was shivering so badly I woke myself up. I'm surprised it wasn't shaking the house.

Dozed under an electric blanket all morning, mostly, and into the afternoon until the end of Ellen before heading down the hall to the office. Alternating chills and sweats and sore all over. This is indeed the stuff that Bobbi brought home from work; lord only knows how I dodged it so long.

Feeling a little better right now, but still sore and not entirely convinced the fever's not ready for an encore performance.

Didn't walk today, obviously. Feel like a slacker. Yesterday was Day Nine, hopefully tomorrow will be Day One again.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Tuesday stuff...

From Bookface this morning at about 0500...
"Rannie bit me on the ear at 3:53 AM. Not hard, not even breaking skin, but I've been wide awake since then.
Now the alarm clock goes off in an hour, and I'm debating the wisdom of even trying to get more sleep."
On the one hand it *is* funny as heck.

On the other, I've been worried about her a lot lately. She'll be sixteen this year, and she's definitely getting frail. I'd hate to think what could have happened if a startled, half-awake me had lashed out and flung her or something.

I didn't get back to sleep, unless you count a fitful half hour or so long after the alarm clock went off. Plans to head out the door and get my walk in before breakfast? Dashed.

Yesterday the nose got a little runny, and the starting of a productive cough began. I assumed it was just the long tail of the cold Bobbi brought home from a coworker, but this morning I was coughing more and by evening I had the tender lymph nodes, sore joints, and beginnings of a fever that tell me that either I hadn't really dodged it, or else this was some fresh ailment. Which is a bummer, because I've been feeling pretty dang fine the last few days and thought I'd gotten off light.

On the upside, I finally got around to getting the cracked rim in the Zed Drei welded and re-balanced today, so I have a roadtrip-worthy machine again.

How handy Uber is! Take car to shop, walk from shop to Indy Arms Co. to do some blasting, get an Uber home, walk to Twenty Tap for lunch, and then get an Uber back to pick up my car. I'm definitely becoming a fan.

Whole lotta punchin' goin' on...

This guy wants to punch Zionists...

Chris Hernandez has a piece on punching Nazis...