
She’s right, you know.

Cats, Guns, and more. What’s not to love?


The 150 and 200 yard Know Your Limits steel targets were harder. Who knew that a heavy downpour of rain would drop tiny little .22 bullets enough to miss the smallest target? But 7, 8, 6, and 7 still adds up to 28, for the win.
The best part was I was using my backup rifle, the Ruger Precision Rimfire, and Eley Tenex ammo that I hadn’t touched in at least two years.
And, the 10 year old kid from last month was not there.




I think I can say I’ve maxed out the Accurate 4350 powder – I’m not going to get more than 2800 fps with the 120 g. bullet and the 22” barrel. I also think that great load from the other day is the node:

Upper left – first two rounds were touching at a quarter inch, and hitting in the same spot as before, about a half inch right and half inch high. Then, what I think is a clear flyer. Everything else is around an inch. And I think I’m at the point where the slower burning powder has no more time to combust.
But it’s been a nice test. I’ll load up a bunch of the first and take it out to distance. See if the wind affects it significantly more than the 140s.
And I still think DJT is the laser pointer president.
The difference from Watergate, though, is this time it’s not the Deep State (in the form of the FBI) and the Washington Post trying to depose a President. This time, a once-deposed President is bringing the hammer down on the Deep State and its “news” arm.
It rhymes, but in a different meter.
If it’s not successful this time, it will be a signal event.
Just because:

A “little wolf”. Heh. That amuses me. You win the internet if you can guess why!
Today started out inauspiciously at zero dark thirty, when I suffered a bout of gravity poisoning. Suffice it say that in a face plant from bed to floor, the floor generally wins.

it’s starting to feel very much like summer of 1973. I was finishing up Primary Rotary Wing Aviation school at Ft. Wolters, TX, the next to last class there before everything moved to Ft. Rucker, AL. In the background there were hearings going on about some hinky political break-in at the Watergate Hotel in DC. Nixon had been overwhelmingly reelected, but there was blood in the water. We all know how that turned out.
Today, we’ve just been through the most remarkable first 6 months for a “new” president. He has kicked over the table of the money changers, so to speak. I needn’t list all his accomplishments; they are well known. And now, DNI Tulsi Gabbard has laid bare what many of us have known/suspected all along: Obama, et al, were doing everything they could to subvert the country, to fundamentally change it. Obama could have been a transformative president – first “black” president, elected my majority whites. Instead, he divided it and brought it to the edge of ruin. Now, it appears, there may be some sort of comeuppance, if not for him directly, for some of his stooges.
It’s in the air. History doesn’t repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme.


After due process, of course.

And a minor mystery resolved.

Finished cleanup from yesterday’s projects, loaded the car and, as soon as I backed out of the garage, it poured. Well, that rarely stops me. Got to the range and half a dozen peeps were there, merrily emptying AR mags into the rain. I started setting up and, as happens once in a while, my Range Box with suppressors and Garmin Chrono were back at the house. All good, shot the breeze with my buds.
I came back later in the day, properly equipped, and shot the latest ladder:

Got a winner on the second rung at .238”! Three shots, one ragged hole.
But what the heck after that? All over the place and velocity very inconsistent. I shot a known load at the center and it landed down 5.5” at 7 o’clock. Da Fuq? Started checking for loose stuff and, damn, the can was 2 clicks loose. Tightened it, fired another known load at center and it landed properly. I think the can loosened on the second shot, upper right. First shot good, then things started dropping down and spraying. Makes sense – if the can was at all loose, the end would drop and bullets would either strike a baffle or the end cap, and hit low and slow and all over the place.
Easy to figure out after the fact. I guess I’ll redo the ladder starting from the great second rung and see what happens. That’s the fun of this game, and I already found a great 120 g load!
Home repairs of the wooden deck and stairs variety. So, Kat Stuff:
