Wednesday, October 22, 2014

What's The Name For This LIttle Machine?

I stopped and took some photos of this interesting old implement recently, and though I understand it, I have no idea what it is called.  The operator makes the wheel turn by working the pedal, and the machine slices ear corn into short segments for livestock feed.  I think these must have been common at one time, but this is the first one that I have seen.

Win A New 10/22 TODAY!

Ruger is hosting a one-day sweepstakes to win a 10/22 rifle, TODAY, during the 50th year of the 10/22.  Go Here to be entered, and to get a 10% discount, plus free shipping on an order from ShopRuger.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Just Another Day At The Office...

This big leaner had no wood in the backstrap area to hold it, but at least there was solid wood in front for the hinge.  The big question was, "How long would it stand after punching the hinge?"  Not long!  The one little bit of wood behind the hinge let go before I had punched clear to the center, and you will see some fibers standing in the center of the hinge at the end. With no side lean in the falling direction, it was a fairly safe drop as long as we were ready to move back.

Ruger's Auction To Benefit The Youth Shooting Sports Alliance
Here's another great gun from over thirty years ago, hidden away in Ruger's vault, and it is one of my all time favorites.  I have had one just like this since 1982, and it is always ready.  It has been a skunk killing beast down on the farm, and you just don't miss with this heavy duty beauty.

It's a stainless .357 Magnum Blackhawk, and it's one you will always want to have handy if you are the winner of this auction.  100% of the proceeds will go to the Youth Shooting Sports Alliance, and the auction ends mid-day, Wednesday, October 22, 2014. Click Here, or on Ruger's photo to bid.

Here's mine in a brief video to promote the Rendezvous in 2013.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Not My Victrola: Hot 1920's Jazz

KSPM0220s left YouTube years ago, but he continues to post his record collection on DailyMotion. Here is his latest  upload, the Butterfinger Blues.

Charles Creath's Jazz-o-Maniacs - Butter Finger... by kspm0220s

Thursday, October 16, 2014

American Thresherman Fall Festival!

The fall show starts Friday, this week, at Pinckneyville, Illinois!  Click Here, and Here, for the information you need. Fall colors are at their peak right now, just to make your travels to this show even more memorable.

Crankin' It Up With Brat The Cat: A Double Shot Of Moonshine!

The Moon Shines On The Moonshine Double by TrueBlueSam
Ted Lewis and Bert Williams had very different interpretations of this song from early Prohibition.  Ted's version is for dancing; Bert's is for crying in your beer, if you could find a beer.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Engine Collecting Opportunity Just For You!

This is a real opportunity, and all you need is to get to Arkansas early on Friday, October 17, and take your Big-Boy-Checkbook.  It is a two day auction of an amazing collection.

One of many rare items that caught my attention is this two cylinder, 16 HP Novo engine, with a winching drum.  It is a very rare example of early Twentieth-Century industrial development.  This engine is hit-and-miss governed, and the cylinders have independent governors. It may hit on one cylinder for a while, and then the other.  Both kick in when there is a load.  Be in Brinkley, Arkansas, Friday of this week, and this could be your baby!

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Ruger's Auction To Benefit The Youth Shooting Sports Alliance

Ruger has turned back the clock almost thirty years and pulled a great one from their vault.  It's a .44 Magnum Carbine, all dolled up to celebrate the twenty-fifth anniversary of that model, and also marking the end of that line.  Click over to Ruger's GunBroker page to read all the details, and to place your best bid.  This fine little rifle will sell mid-day, Wednesday, October 15, 2014.

Monday, October 13, 2014

A Century Ago...

...the German and French armies were slugging it out all the way through the month of October. Look up a timeline of the 1914 war, and you will see a long list of battles you never learned in public school. The French army stopped the Germans at the Marne, but from early September until November, they fought their way to the sea, and then they dug in. It was during this time that stories of German atrocities began to circulate, and whether true or not, anyone in the way of the armies pounding on each other was in for a rough time. Here is a page of photos showing some shots of the early war, and what was coming for those on the Western Front.  Below is another poem by Robert Service, published in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man. 

Jean Desprez
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance,
Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant boy of France;
A lad uncouth and warped with toil, yet who, when trial came,
Could feel within his soul upleap and soar the sacred flame;
Could stand upright, and scorn and smite, as only heroes may:
Oh, harken! Let me try to tell the tale of Jean Desprez.

With fire and sword the Teuton horde was ravaging the land,
And there was darkness and despair, grim death on every hand;
Red fields of slaughter sloping down to ruin's black abyss;
The wolves of war ran evil-fanged, and little did they miss.
And on they came with fear and flame, to burn and loot and slay,
Until they reached the red-roofed croft, the home of Jean Desprez.

"Rout out the village, one and all!" the Uhlan Captain said.
"Behold! Some hand has fired a shot. My trumpeter is dead.
Now shall they Prussian vengeance know; now shall they rue the day,
For by this sacred German slain, ten of these dogs shall pay."
They drove the cowering peasants forth, women and babes and men,
And from the last, with many a jeer, the Captain chose he ten;
Ten simple peasants, bowed with toil; they stood, they knew not why,
Against the grey wall of the church, hearing their children cry;
Hearing their wives and mothers wail, with faces dazed they stood.
A moment only. . . . Ready! Fire! They weltered in their blood.

But there was one who gazed unseen, who heard the frenzied cries,
Who saw these men in sabots fall before their children's eyes;
A Zouave wounded in a ditch, and knowing death was nigh,
He laughed with joy: "Ah! here is where I settle ere I die."
He clutched his rifle once again, and long he aimed and well. . . .
A shot! Beside his victims ten the Uhlan Captain fell.

They dragged the wounded Zouave out; their rage was like a flame.
With bayonets they pinned him down, until their Major came.
A blonde, full-blooded man he was, and arrogant of eye;
He stared to see with shattered skull his favourite Captain lie.
"Nay, do not finish him so quick, this foreign swine," he cried;
"Go nail him to the big church door: he shall be crucified."

With bayonets through hands and feet they nailed the Zouave there,
And there was anguish in his eyes, and horror in his stare;
"Water! A single drop!" he moaned; but how they jeered at him,
And mocked him with an empty cup, and saw his sight grow dim;
And as in agony of death with blood his lips were wet,
The Prussian Major gaily laughed, and lit a cigarette.

But mid the white-faced villagers who cowered in horror by,
Was one who saw the woeful sight, who heard the woeful cry:
"Water! One little drop, I beg! For love of Christ who died. . . ."
It was the little Jean Desprez who turned and stole aside;
It was the little bare-foot boy who came with cup abrim
And walked up to the dying man, and gave the drink to him.

A roar of rage! They seize the boy; they tear him fast away.
The Prussian Major swings around; no longer is he gay.
His teeth are wolfishly agleam; his face all dark with spite:
"Go, shoot the brat," he snarls, "that dare defy our Prussian might.
Yet stay! I have another thought. I'll kindly be, and spare;
Quick! give the lad a rifle charged, and set him squarely there,
And bid him shoot, and shoot to kill. Haste! Make him understand
The dying dog he fain would save shall perish by his hand.
And all his kindred they shall see, and all shall curse his name,
Who bought his life at such a cost, the price of death and shame."

They brought the boy, wild-eyed with fear; they made him understand;
They stood him by the dying man, a rifle in his hand.
"Make haste!" said they; "the time is short, and you must kill or die."
The Major puffed his cigarette, amusement in his eye.
And then the dying Zouave heard, and raised his weary head:
"Shoot, son, 'twill be the best for both; shoot swift and straight," he said.
"Fire first and last, and do not flinch; for lost to hope am I;
And I will murmur: Vive La France! and bless you ere I die."

Half-blind with blows the boy stood there; he seemed to swoon and sway;
Then in that moment woke the soul of little Jean Desprez.
He saw the woods go sheening down; the larks were singing clear;
And oh! the scents and sounds of spring, how sweet they were! how dear!
He felt the scent of new-mown hay, a soft breeze fanned his brow;
O God! the paths of peace and toil! How precious were they now!

The summer days and summer ways, how bright with hope and bliss!
The autumn such a dream of gold . . . and all must end in this:
This shining rifle in his hand, that shambles all around;
The Zouave there with dying glare; the blood upon the ground;
The brutal faces round him ringed, the evil eyes aflame;
That Prussian bully standing by, as if he watched a game.
"Make haste and shoot," the Major sneered; "a minute more I give;
A minute more to kill your friend, if you yourself would live."

They only saw a bare-foot boy, with blanched and twitching face;
They did not see within his eyes the glory of his race;
The glory of a million men who for fair France have died,
The splendour of self-sacrifice that will not be denied.
Yet . . . he was but a peasant lad, and oh! but life was sweet. . . .
"Your minute's nearly gone, my lad," he heard a voice repeat.
"Shoot! Shoot!" the dying Zouave moaned; "Shoot! Shoot!" the soldiers said.
Then Jean Desprez reached out and shot . . . the Prussian Major dead!

Tuesday Turbo Boost

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Adaptive Shooting Means Not Sitting On The Sidelines

Thursday evening Pistol League has moved inside for the winter, and we are learning new techniques so Susan's Mother Pat can continue to shoot her pistol through the winter months.  Half of the 48 rounds in a match are shot from the fifty foot line in four positions in sets of six shots.  Pat is not capable of that, but she can shoot from her tripod.  Here we are adjusting it prior to the line going hot.

 Her first shot from the 15 foot line was in the ten ring, and she did well at the 30 foot line, too. I stand between her and the shooter to her left to block flying brass.  We had to figure out methods for loading, mag changes and clearing malfs. We soon figured out that for changes and malfs we set the safety, I take the pistol, perform what needs to be done, place it back in her right hand, she nails down her left hand, and then I move the safety back to fire.  Her anchor point for the left hand is to place her thumb on the safety button, for consistency and for safety's sake.

We shoot weak hand/brace, strong hand/brace, sitting or kneeling, and 2 hand standing at the 50 foot line.  Pat shot all of hers seated with the help of a tripod, and that worked well with her disabilities. Click to enlarge this photo and check out the fire coming out both ends of the barrel in this shot.

Pat and Susan are both learning this routine, and doggone! Pat almost beat her daughter.  422 to 423 on her first go 'round!  Many thanks to Valinda Rowe for camera duty!

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Losing Loved Ones

I look at several blogs every day, and this year has been a rough one for the bloggers I read. Several of them have lost pets, and we are in that sad club, too, this year...and another cat is a short timer, but she is 15, so it's not unexpected.  That got me looking for a version of Mr. Bojangles that I heard most-of-forty years ago, and I found it first try.  If you have ever lost a pet or other loved one, this will wash a log out of your eye.

Ruger's Auction To Benefit The Youth Shooting Sports Alliance

Ruger is donating to a different charitable organization this week; the Youth Shooting Sports Alliance.  The good folks at Ruger have begun with a good one, a Super Redhawk made in 1988, and you must go, look, and be amazed.  I sure don't have a dog in this fight, but it is a pretty gun.  100% of the proceeds will go to benefit the Youth Shooting Sports Alliance, and this fine, big, revolver will sell mid-day, Wednesday, October 8, 2014. Click Here to place your bid.