Monday, September 1, 2014

Liza Jane, '06-'14

Liza and Teddy joined our family in 2006.  They were litter mates, and were Bichon-Poodles.  Teddy was white, and Liza was black.  Teddy was a somewhat clumsy hillbilly; Liza was a graceful gazelle.  Cancer claimed Teddy much too early, and Liza was killed by a car yesterday.   Liza loved Pat, and was always at her feet or following behind.  She slept with Pat every night, and always greeted me with love and adoration when I came home from work.  We don't know why she strayed out to the blacktop yesterday; she was good about staying close to the house.  As I drove out last evening I looked left, saw a shape in the road and thought. "Someone lost a black lab," then I thought that no-one on our road has a lab, and then I realized it was Liza.  I buried her with Pat and O.T.'s other departed pets.  It never gets any easier.

Tuesday Turbo Boost

I used to listen to clear channel radio stations at night on an old cabinet model Philco radio, and this song is one that was played by WHO in DesMoines, Iowa.  Lots of fun, but it's obscure to most folks today.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Not My Victrola: Train Time

If you are within driving distance of Mt. Pleasant, Iowa, that is where you should be heading.  The Midwest Old Threshers Reunion contiues through Monday, and the Midwest Central Railroad is one of the highlights.  Tickets are a bargain, and you can listen to the steam whistles all day long. 

Have You Registered For The Rendezvous?

You really want to go to Reno and take part in the Rendezvous, but you procrastinated and haven't registered.   Make the best of this terrible situation and go anyway!  Go to for all the info you need, call the Silver Legacy to reserve a room, e-Mail Kevin at thesmallestminority (at) gmail (dot) com and let him know you are coming.  You can pay your registration fee when you arrive.  Even if your time is limited you need to be there for Saturday night, pizza, and the best raffle ever.  If you are a gun owner, if you read the gun blogs, these are your people!  You do not have to be a blogger to attend, so head for Reno!

Here is a little video of Rendezvous Past.

Gun Blogger Rendezvous, Let Us Count The Ways by TrueBlueSam

More Weekend Steam: OldieCarl, Like Father, Like Son

If you roll down the page a few posts you will see some fifty year old home movies that were shot at Old Threshers.  OldieCarl's father shot those, and Carl has shared them with the world on YouTube.  I met Carl at Mt. Pleasant while we were both shooting Number Six pulling into the South Station, and I bet he is there this weekend.  I'll be watching YouTube in the weeks ahead to see his further adventures.  Here are three of his videos from recent years.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Gun Blogger Rendezvous, Reno, September 4-7, 2014!

 Sign up if you haven't already done so, and head to Reno to be with your kind of people next week.  There are many good reasons to attend the Rendezvous, and here are just a few of them...a Ruger Mk III Hunter....
 ...Sig-Sauer 1911-22...
...Hi-Point 995 TS...
...a nicely restored Winchester Model 74...
...and the latest addition, a Redfield Battlezone™  6-18x44mm model rifle scope! CLICK HERE, or on the Gun Blogger Rendezvous logo on the left side of this page to register.  CLICK HERE for more posts about Mr. Completely's annual Gun Blogger Rendezvous.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Crankin' It Up Repeat: Memories of Old Threshers

Go to the saloon at Old Threshers for the floor show, and you may be pulled up on the stage by the dancing/singing saloon girls so they can embarrass  you with this song.

You'd Be Surprised by TrueBlueSam

Weekend Steam: Old Threshers, Mt. Pleasant, Iowa, This Weekend!

Henry County Iowa had  quite a bit of rain on Thursday, but should be dry on Friday until a squall line blows through in the late afternoon.  Head to Mt. Pleasant for train rides, traction engines, gas engines and tractors, and a whole lotta fun.

Some video from fifty years ago, by OldieCarl. I recognize faces in these vids. Stanley Mauser and Bill Sater,plus others I recognize, but don't remember the names.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Flyweight Guns At Nery: Heroism Of The Highest Order

One hundred years ago the French and British armies were being pushed back toward Paris in a relentless onslaught by the German army.  Look up the timeline of 1914, and you will be amazed by the number of battles in August while the Great War was still a war of movement.  On September 1, 1914, a single gun of L Battery, Royal Horse Artillery held back the Germans by battling an entire German battery for 2 1/2 hours.  Three Victoria Crosses were awarded.  Many Brits died that day.  September 1 is the day that the Battle of the Marne was won, and Paris was saved.

Click Here and Here for two very good sites that tell about Nery.  Here is the link to Wikipedia's page.

A poem from that time, by Robert Service

The Convalescent

. . . So I walked among the willows very quietly all night;
There was no moon at all, at all; no timid star alight;
There was no light at all, at all; I wint from tree to tree,
And I called him as his mother called, but he nivver answered me.

Oh I called him all the night-time, as I walked the wood alone;
And I listened and I listened, but I nivver heard a moan;
Then I found him at the dawnin', when the sorry sky was red:
I was lookin' for the livin', but I only found the dead.

Sure I know that it was Shamus by the silver cross he wore;
But the bugles they were callin', and I heard the cannon roar.
Oh I had no time to tarry, so I said a little prayer,
And I clasped his hands together, and I left him lyin' there.

Now the birds are singin', singin', and I'm home in Donegal,
And it's Springtime, and I'm thinkin' that I only dreamed it all;
I dreamed about that evil wood, all crowded with its dead,
Where I knelt beside me brother when the battle-dawn was red.

Where I prayed beside me brother ere I wint to fight anew:
Such dreams as these are evil dreams; I can't believe it's true.
Where all is love and laughter, sure it's hard to think of loss . . .
But mother's sayin' nothin', and she clasps -- a silver cross.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Whoa! It's Embeddable Now...

One of my favorite songs by John Prine is no longer "embedding-disabled."  I think this is the song that made folks sit up and listen to John Prine so many years ago.  And speaking of hello's, today the preacher came by to visit, and we learned he had never been shooting.  Mom and I spent a couple hours with him going over gun safety and operation of different types of pistols.  Then, later in the day we ran into an old friend and reminisced about our dogs, especially Schipperkes. 

Ruger's Auction To Benefit The Light Foundation

I'm out, but it's still fun to read about this one and to wish I had bought one back in 1985 when I might have been able to swing it.  Ruger's offering this week is a .44 Magnum Carbine dolled up to commemorate 25 years of this model as its production came to an end.  Collectors are going wild on this one, and that's a good thing, because 100% of the proceeds will go to benefit the Light Foundation.  If you can afford it, go bid; if not, go and read all about it.  Many Thanks to the good folks at Ruger for the generous support they give to worthy causes.


September Mr. Completely e-Postal Contest: It's A Monster!
Gator Season is opening up in Louisiana, and this year we are going to find out if you all have what it takes to be a swamper.  Click the picture (OR HERE) to download the pdf and print several targets.  Set your targets at 25 15 feet and fire twelve shots.  Each gator can be scored one time.  Solid hits count as ten points; shots not entirely in the line count as five points.  We will score the higher value shot if you hit a gator more than one time.  Classes: I'll split the entries into classes when you send your scans.  Shoot 'em if you got 'em!   List the type of sights you have on your gun.  I split iron sights from red dots because the red dots are a big advantage to old eyes. Scan and submit your targets by the end of September to TrueBlueTravelinman (at) gmail (dot) com.  If you haven't shot Merle's target for August, print that one, too, and shoot both contests this weekend.


We shot this target out behind the barn, and 15 feet is plenty difficult.  We will have a good point spread even at 5 yards, so don't be intimidated!  Print 'em up and Shoot 'Em with family and friends! If you can't shoot at 5 or 7 yards at the range you use, shoot as close to that distance as you can and note that on your targets. 

Monday, August 25, 2014

People's Good, Woody!

WFIWRADIO, in Fairfield, Illinois has a show every weekday morning with two talented guys who are both newsmen and entertainers.  They call themselves Woody and Murvis, and they are a regional treasure.  One of the recurring things we hear on their show comes at the end of many human interest reports they do.  Murvis will say, "People's good, Woody!" and they mean it.  There is a lot of good out there in our country, in spite of all the bad news.

I drove up to Iowa over the weekend, and made my usual stop at Cabela's at Hazelwood, Missouri.  It's just across the road from Ferguson, where all of the recent trouble has occurred.  It's a good restroom break, and I stretch my legs checking out the gun counter and the ammo specials.  I was impressed this time by the crowd shopping for guns.  The customers were a diverse lot, and I even saw mixed race couples shopping for guns.  One lady was absolutely giddy to be buying a pistol with her husband by her side.  No-one was angry, but many were obviously taking care of business to protect their home.  As I left the store with my purchase I saw a black man hold the door for a white lady.  People's Good!

Today I was in Iowa City with Mom for a medical procedure, and we stopped at a restaurant for a bite on our way out of town.  Mom was wobbly as we left and I parked her on a bench while I brought the car up to the curb.  When I got out of the car a really BIG black man was helping my mother out of the restaurant to the car. Don't let the race-baiters bring you down.  People's Good, Woody.

Do It Like You Mean It!

The Book of Faces has turned into a page of ice-bucket challenges in recent days, some of them are downright anemic, but fun nevertheless, and for a good and worthy cause.  Here is one that will be hard to top.

Tuesday Turbo Boost

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Not My Victrola

Here's a real treat; one of my all-time favorite songs, (by Irving Berlin) performed on the player piano.  This must have been a very popular song soon after it was published, because this is not a word roll for singing along.  That makes me think that everyone knew the words and this roll was made for dancing.  If you know the words, you sing, of course, to your baby as you dance with her.

When my baby smiles at me Oh, what a beautiful day
All my troubles go hurrying by
Just like bubbles they fly to the sky
And I never ask the weather man
Whether it's fair or warmer
Rain or Shine, the weather's fine
When my baby smiles!

Cultured, and I Didn't Even Know It

I knew immediately that the song title in the next post down (Click Older Post at the end of this post if it isn't visible.) is not pronounced a-patch-ee, and I owe that to the poet Robert Service.  It's amazing how quickly these things come back with a little reminder.

Julot the Apache
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . .
Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was their home.
A little chap just like a boy, with smudgy black mustache, --
Yet there was nothing juvenile in Julot the apache.
From head to heel as tough as steel, as nimble as a cat,
With every trick of twist and kick, a master of savate.
And Gigolette was tall and fair, as stupid as a cow,
With three combs in the greasy hair she banged upon her brow.
You'd see her on the Place Pigalle on any afternoon,
A primitive and strapping wench as brazen as the moon.
And yet there is a tale that's told of Clichy after dark,
And two gendarmes who swung their arms with Julot for a mark.
And oh, but they'd have got him too; they banged and blazed away,
When like a flash a woman leapt between them and their prey.
She took the medicine meant for him; she came down with a crash . . .
"Quick now, and make your get-away, O Julot the apache!" . . .
But no! He turned, ran swiftly back, his arms around her met;
They nabbed him sobbing like a kid, and kissing Gigolette.

Now I'm a reckless painter chap who loves a jamboree,
And one night in Cyrano's bar I got upon a spree;
And there were trollops all about, and crooks of every kind,
But though the place was reeling round I didn't seem to mind.
Till down I sank, and all was blank when in the bleary dawn
I woke up in my studio to find -- my money gone;
Three hundred francs I'd scraped and squeezed to pay my quarter's rent.
"Some one has pinched my wad," I wailed; "it never has been spent."
And as I racked my brains to seek how I could raise some more,
Before my cruel landlord kicked me cowering from the door:
A knock . . . "Come in," I gruffly groaned; I did not raise my head,
Then lo! I heard a husky voice, a swift and silky tread:
"You got so blind, last night, mon vieux, I collared all your cash --
Three hundred francs. . . . There! Nom de Dieu," said Julot the apache.

And that was how I came to know Julot and Gigolette,
And we would talk and drink a bock, and smoke a cigarette.
And I would meditate upon the artistry of crime,
And he would tell of cracking cribs and cops and doing time;
Or else when he was flush of funds he'd carelessly explain
He'd biffed some bloated bourgeois on the border of the Seine.
So gentle and polite he was, just like a man of peace,
And not a desperado and the terror of the police.

Now one day in a bistro that's behind the Place Vendôme
I came on Julot the apache, and Gigolette his mome.
And as they looked so very grave, says I to them, says I,
"Come on and have a little glass, it's good to rinse the eye.
You both look mighty serious; you've something on the heart."
"Ah, yes," said Julot the apache, "we've something to impart.
When such things come to folks like us, it isn't very gay . . .
It's Gigolette -- she tells me that a gosse is on the way."
Then Gigolette, she looked at me with eyes like stones of gall:
"If we were honest folks," said she, "I wouldn't mind at all.
But then . . . you know the life we lead; well, anyway I mean
(That is, providing it's a girl) to call her Angeline."
"Cheer up," said I; "it's all in life. There's gold within the dross.
Come on, we'll drink another verre to Angeline the gosse."
And so the weary winter passed, and then one April morn
The worthy Julot came at last to say the babe was born.
"I'd like to chuck it in the Seine," he sourly snarled, "and yet
I guess I'll have to let it live, because of Gigolette."
I only laughed, for sure I saw his spite was all a bluff,
And he was prouder than a prince behind his manner gruff.
Yet every day he'd blast the brat with curses deep and grim,
And swear to me that Gigolette no longer thought of him.
And then one night he dropped the mask; his eyes were sick with dread,
And when I offered him a smoke he groaned and shook his head:
"I'm all upset; it's Angeline . . . she's covered with a rash . . .
She'll maybe die, my little gosse," cried Julot the apache.

But Angeline, I joy to say, came through the test all right,
Though Julot, so they tell me, watched beside her day and night.
And when I saw him next, says he: "Come up and dine with me.
We'll buy a beefsteak on the way, a bottle and some brie."
And so I had a merry night within his humble home,
And laughed with Angeline the gosse and Gigolette the mome.
And every time that Julot used a word the least obscene,
How Gigolette would frown at him and point to Angeline:
Oh, such a little innocent, with hair of silken floss,
I do not wonder they were proud of Angeline the gosse.
And when her arms were round his neck, then Julot says to me:
"I must work harder now, mon vieux, since I've to work for three."
He worked so very hard indeed, the police dropped in one day,
And for a year behind the bars they put him safe away.

So dark and silent now, their home; they'd gone -- I wondered where,
Till in a laundry near I saw a child with shining hair;
And o'er the tub a strapping wench, her arms in soapy foam;
Lo! it was Angeline the gosse, and Gigolette the mome.
And so I kept an eye on them and saw that all went right,
Until at last came Julot home, half crazy with delight.
And when he'd kissed them both, says he: "I've had my fill this time.
I'm on the honest now, I am; I'm all fed up with crime.
You mark my words, the page I turn is going to be clean,
I swear it on the head of her, my little Angeline."
And so, to finish up my tale, this morning as I strolled
Along the boulevard I heard a voice I knew of old.
I saw a rosy little man with walrus-like mustache . . .
I stopped, I stared. . . . By all the gods! 'twas Julot the apache.
"I'm in the garden way," he said, "and doing mighty well;
I've half an acre under glass, and heaps of truck to sell.
Come out and see. Oh come, my friend, on Sunday, wet or shine . . .
Say! -- it's the First Communion of that little girl of mine."

Friday, August 22, 2014

Crankin' It Up: Early Twentieth Century Paris

 This excellent old one-sided Victor disc was cut in early 1910. Apache refers to the Parisian underground of the early Twentieth Century.

Click Here to read Julot the Apache by Robert Service.

Weekend Steam; Beautiful Sights and Sounds at Pinckneyville

Bob Gill and his son Rob are well known among engine collectors.  Rob shot this video last week during the American Thresherman show.

Josh Maschoff, of the family who shows this engine shot the run from a different perspecitve.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Speaking Of Hi-Points...

...We have mentioned Hi-Point Carbines in two posts in two days, and, well, they are just so good I have to mention them again.  My little brother called me today and asked for my opinion, and I told him how much I love my Hi-Point Carbine.  Seems that his wife is thinking they need a good house-gun to have handy in emergencies, and she is thinking along the lines of an AR style rifle.  Chester thinks a Hi-Point would be a better fit for his philosophy of use right now.  I need to take mine along with me to Iowa so he can bust some caps and see how it performs.

Now, here's a real deal for all of you!  You can win a Hi-Point in the the Gun Blogger Rendezvous raffle, coming up in early September.  You just need to register and go to Reno to have a good time with the other GBR attendees.   You don't even need a blog to attend!

If you can't do that, you have one more option; but it's a longer shot.  MKS Supply is giving away...

A 9 mm Carbine in Woodland Camo.  I shouldn't be telling you, because it will only hurt my percentages, but here it is.  Go to MKS Supply's site and register before the end of September.  You may register ONE TIME.  It is too good to pass up, so be sure to put your name in the pot.  AND, you should still go to Reno and buy raffle tickets at the Gun Blogger Rendezvous!  Really; where will you ever have a better chance to win such great prizes, and have the time of your life?

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Four! Count 'em, Four....

...chances to take home a new gun from Gun Blogger Rendezvous IX!  MKS Supply/ Hi-Point is donating 995TS (Target Stock) CarbineMKS Supply/Hi-Point has been a supporter of GBR since the first year, and once more this year, a lucky attendee will become the owner of a brand-new, trusty and dependable Hi-Point Carbine.

In addition to a Hi-Point, there will also be a Ruger Mk III Hunter, a Sig-Sauer 1911-22, and a vintage Winchester Model 74.  You will also have two great days at the Washoe County Range north of Reno, self defense training at MiScenarios Digital Shooting Range, and hours of stimulating conversation with other GBR attendees.

Don't Delay!  Register for Gun Blogger Rendezvous, and make your reservations at the Silver Legacy.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Caterpillar 60 Lines Up Instantly!

This guy is amazing! One turn, back up, hook up, pull up, and it's right on! I can tie my shoes and take a shirt off the hanger.  Love the stack talk of the old Cat.

Gun Blogger Rendezvous; Sign Up To Go NOW!

Gun Blogger Rendezvous is better every year, and you really need to be there this year.  Take a look at some of the goods you might bring home.

Winchester Model 74, a very fine .22 semi-auto.  I've killed a boat load of starlings with one just like this. My Grandpa kept groundhogs, ground squirrels, coyotes and feral dogs under control with one of these rifles. That's a fine restoration, Zeke!

Ruger Mk III Hunter; great for shooting steel, squirrels, or coons out of 100' pin oaks. Zeke has this fine firearm in his safe, and he will be bringing it to Reno for you to view.  He will also be bringing his own Hunter for you to try out at the range on Friday and Saturday. Many Thanks to Mike Fifer, Ken Jorgensen, and all the fine folks at Ruger.

Sig-Sauer 1911-22 from Osage County Guns in central Missouri. I love mine, and you will love it too! (Mine even eats Golden Bullets!)

Best Range Bag Ever, from Brownell's, Montezuma, Iowa. It carries ammo, guns, ears, and etc. for several people! This is the bag that Mrs. True Blue Sam, her Mother, and I use when we go to the range.

 AR-F3, from Burris!!!! Thank You Burris, and Lori! Be still, my beating heart!

Tactical Flashlights from Brownell's!
Dillon Precision has donated one of their fantastic Ammo Bags!

Zeke is making one of his beautiful holsters again this year, and it will go to the winner of the Ruger Mk III Hunter pistol.

Don't delay any more! Go sign up and send in your registration to Mr. C and make your travel plans.  The Rendezvous begins September 3 when folks begin showing up, and runs through September 7.  Activities are scheduled every day, September 4-7.  The Raffle for HAVA is Saturday night.  You must be registered, and be present to win.  GO! It will be one of your most treasured memories.

If you don't like flying, you can be to Reno with 2 or 3 day's driving from anywhere in the country.  You really must go if you enjoy shooting, or if you read the shooting blogs.  These are Your People!

UPDATE!!!! MKS Supply is donating a Hi-Point 995TS Carbine again this year.  Don't miss out!  This is your best chance ever to bring home one of the big prizes from Reno.