An Exciting Job...

...is not what this guy is doing.

It might be something though that I would consider hiring on as for the remainder of my retirement but only if they let me sit while doing it.

All the best,
Glenn B

Gun Store Clerk - As Patient As A Saint

I don't know about you but I was waiting for it to pull a gun and for the clerk to light it up. I say it because I am none to sure if it was a woman, a man or something surgically altered.

All the best,
Glenn B

Damn - It's Getting Expensive Around Here

A couple or few days ago, I sat down on my futon down in the basement and part of one end of it fell off. I figure a new sofa or futon will be in the $400 - $500 range. Okay, I can live with that.

Then last night, someone went to turn on our big TV in the living room and voila - no sound and no picture - in fact nothing on the screen at all. Yes, the TV turned on but that was it. I checked around and from what I can figure, it is not worth getting it repaired. Then I checked on prices of new similarly sized ones. I can get a decent one for about $1K and can get a much better one, but still not nearly the best, for about 2K. The one at 2K will come free a five year replacement warranty from Costco. Since a similar warranty at other stores runs from $400 to 500, I think I'll have to go with Costco.

I cannot believe I am about to shell out between 1 and 2K for a new television plus another $400-$500 for a new sofa or futon but such is my luck. Hopefully things will not come in three as bad luck so often seems to strike.

All the best,
GB

Hope My Bosses Don't See This

 

All the best,

GB

ATF One Up?

 

All the best,

GB

Oh No

 

All the best,

GB

Happy Veterans' Day

A happy Veterans' Day to all who have served in the U.S. Military. I realize that he actual day is tomorrow but since it is also being observed today, I figured why not send out this wish a day early.

Thanks to you all for your service and sacrifices.

All the best,
Glenn B

TEXAS

Last night, when I got back to my motel, I turned on the news and heard the sad and terrible news about the shooting in Texas. I will not go into my thoughts about it, it is too soon, except to say kudos to the neighbor of the church who confronted and engaged the shooter (shooting him but not killing him yet stopping him from further rampage). We need more Americans like him (or them, I now hear there were possibly two good guys wo stopped up to engage the bad guy). 

My condolences to the families and loved one of the deceased. My prayers for them and of course for the survivors who were injured, hoping for a speedy and full recovery for them.

Al the best,
Glenn B

Hunting A La William Tell - Well Not Really Like Him...

...but there was a crossbow and apples involved but alas not the crack shooting of William Tell.

With all good intentions of departing my house at about 0900 on Thursday morning, to head to my chosen hunting grounds in upstate NY, I wound up leaving around 2PM. Of course, that put me in the early NYC rush hour(s) but that is what I get for waiting until the last minute to get everything done that I needed to finish before taking off. Truth is, I was sick as a dog for the entire week before that (Weds. - Weds.) and still not feeling 100% by Thursday so at least I can sue that as an excuse. Anyway, I was finally off and headed north by northwest (literally). Nothing exciting to report for 99% of the trip, just lots of traffic until I was well 
through and out of NYC.  I did have a moment of sheer scared the shit out of me for a moment sheer thrilling moment when a doe walked out in front of my car while I was doing just a tad over the speed limit. I figure I was going 67 or 68 at most. When I saw the deer, I jammed on the brakes hard and hit the horn. I also glanced into the rear view and immediately eased up the pressure on the brakes because while I thought the guy behind me saw I was hitting the brakes he seemed to ne coming way too fast and maybe even sped up. Luckily he swerved to the left and missed hitting my Toyota Corolla's ass end by about 2 or three feet (that brought memories of last September to mind when my previous Corolla was ass ended and totaled). He only slowed down hard as he was passing me but pass me is what he did. Had the deer kept going and not done an about face and headed back from whence it had come, he would have been sure to nail it. Me, I missed it by about 30 feet at most. As quickly as it had gotten me all fired up - it was over. Took me a little longer to calm down but not much longer.
 
Stayed at Binghamton overnight and the next day I was out hiking and scouting deer sign in the area I had previously scouted and chosen to hunt. I went to my preselected stand and nicely surprised to see there were still about a dozen or more apples in the apple tree at the edge of the clearing near to where I would take my stand the following day. Set up my trail camera pointed more or less toward the apple tree since there were some apples on the ground around it. Meant to set up the trail cam about 1 1/2 to 2 months ago but then had an unexpected spate of working, like 5 weeks straight and had to catch up on chores and such after that, then I got sick for that week I mentioned. Never got the chance to get away to place it. After finally setting the camera, I walked around a bit more hoping to see other sign or maybe to stumble across some squirrels or a turkey but no luck there. I did walk up on about a half dozen or more chipmunks, getting as close as 5 feet or so away from one and never even making it take second notice of me. That while wearing blaze orange with a black branch camo pattern on it.
 
On Saturday, I sat in the stand for a few hours waiting. Luckily, while it was about 33 degrees out when I took my stand, I never felt more than a mild chill.  As the day went on, it started to warm up a bit by around 1100 or so. Got into the mid 40s maybe low 50s. All that while, I saw and heard nothing except some chickadees and several crows flying about cawing and cackling. Sometime around midday or one, I headed out to stretch my legs and get my circulation going. Went up hill a little, crossed over an old stone wall running up and down the hill, and almost instantly spooked a decent sized buck. Could not see much of its rack but it had one with a fair curve to it, so probably at least a 6 to 8 pointer is what I thought then. I stood my ground, waited about 10 minutes, then gave a doe bleat with my call and also a follow-up buck grunt. Almost immediately after that, a deer came scampering my way. At first I thought it was a doe but the way it came in I think it was a very young buck and since it had no antlers it was not the same as the other one I had just seen. It stopped and was looking around and after a couple of minutes I gave another doe bleat, it came closer and essentially right at me but then veered off and walked from my right to my left broadside to me about 25 or 30 yards off. It stopped behind some brush and I decided that, even though it would have been a kill shot with a 12 gauge or my Marlin 336 in 35 Rem., I had almost no chance of a good shot with my crossbow. I waited. I bleated again, and it moved, once again remaining broad side to me. I brought up the crossbow, got a bead on it and what did it do but stop behind more brush. Dumb animals, I think not, not even this young button-buck. I waited for 10 minutes or so more and moved a little to get a different viewpoint. It was gone and the best I can figure is that when behind the brush, it turned to its right or directly away from me and walked off. Oh well. Never saw it or the bigger one again that day. Back to my stand and sat the rest of the afternoon. Well, not actually sat, at maybe about 230 or so, I laid down and took a nap. When I woke up the sun was very warm on my face and a look at myself in the motel mirror later that night showed I got a slight burn. Nice for November in NY State.
 
Sunday was more of the same except that instead of getting to my stand at least a half hour before sunrise, I got there around noon. What can I say, I am getting to be a senior and I need the sleep. Once at the state land, I readied my gear and headed off into the woods to my spot. About a hundred yards down the old logging trail, I realized I had forgotten the extra batteries for my crossbow's red-dot scope. I hemmed and hawed and then decided to go back figuring how passed I'd be at myself if the battery died and I had no spare. That probably took all of ten minutes. Now, I am sure you have heard of being in the right place at the right time and had I not gone back to my car for the battery, I am guessing I would not have arrived at either that day but as it turned out that delay led to some excitement for me. I hadn't walked into the woods on that ancient logging road for more that 8-10 minutes at most, when things stated looking good. As I walk along, while hunting, I stop often - sometimes for a few seconds - sometimes for a minute or two. I had not bothered to do that for at least the first five or 6 minutes of the walk in toward the stand. In fact, it was on the second such stop, as I looked to my right, I saw a 6 point buck was more or less paralleling me out about 35 to 40 yards into the woods. In actuality he was moving toward the road I was on a about a 45 degree angle. I am sure he knew I was there but he either though me another buck or a doe. He was none to cautious about it either and I think he thought he was about to get some and all I could think was that he was abut to get fucked shot. I slowly turned to get a good shooting stance, waited, saw he was still walking, raised the cross bow, turned on the red-dot scope, waited as the buck stopped to look around, waited more, he started walking again, waited more and as the buck stopped about 30 or 35 yards off broadside to me. I fired and heard the unmistakable thud of my bolt slamming into a tree.
 
I was not happy but the buck did not go far, maybe 10 yards or so, still broadside to me and no more than 35 or 40 yards distant. He looked back over his shoulder and I just stood still. Then he turned around and took a few steps back the way he had been going when paralleling me. He stopped again and was looking toward me for a bit then looked the other way and I bent over and cocked the crossbow, put an arrow onto the rail and slowly got down and took a shooting stance on one knee. I hoped he would move because the shot I had was obstructed by lots of braches from saplings. He or I moved a little, I cannot recall which and I chanced a shot and saw the bolt get deflected and heard that same thud as the arrow buried itself into a tree trunk. The deer took off. Many oh man had it been firearms season I could have nailed it easily with shotgun, Marlin 336 or even with a pistol. I walked out into the woods after him about 5 or 10 minutes later. Did not see him anywhere around 360 degrees. I did find my first arrow in an evergreen of some sorts, pine or hemlock - I don't know my trees. I could not get the broadhead out but was able to gouge out enough wood with my Ka-Bar to be able to unscrew the shaft. No way I was getting the broadhead out without breaking the tip off of my knife so I hammered the head all the way into the tree using the pommel of the knife. There had only been about 1/4 inch of one the blades sticking out from the tree but  figured why take a chance someone might get hurt on that. Now that may sound overly cautious, I mean what would the chances be of someone else coming up on that same tree and somehow getting cut on that bit of blade but in a moment it may not seem so far fetched.
 
I looked around for the other arrow, the second one I had fired but could not find it. I had the thought that heck, maybe I had hit the deer and that thud was the sound of the broadhead hitting bone even tough I had been sure it had hit a tree. I set off looking for blood. Did not find any blood but after another 10 or 15minutes, I found the other bolt in another tree. Here is a picture of exactly how I found it, you look at it and tell yourself what is wrong with the photo and remember my first arrow hit a tree about 10 yards from this one. 
 

You do see what I mean, don't you!

Just in case you don't get what I am getting at, let me show you a close up.

  

Tell me, in a 536 acre wood, with however many trees per acre, what
were the chances of me shooting my arrow into the same tree from
 which someone else had evidently already removed an errant arrow.



 Yes folks, I swear by all that I hold dear, that is exactly how it looked when I found my second arrow stuck in that second tree. There must be at least a thousand trees in an acre of those woods, if not more, and I shot my arrow into what looked like a tree that someone else had shot into with an arrow and then removed it. That is not a bullet hole if only because of the way the bark and some wood was chipped away and laying on the ground at the base of the tree. It looked virtually exactly the same as what I had done to the first tree trying to recover the first arrow and what I was about to do to this one trying to recover this arrow. Turned out I could not get this arrow out, the head was in much deeper than the first one in the other tree. Maybe I could have dug it out completely had I spent another half hour to hour trying to chip and carve the tree to get it out but I wanted to hunt for my remaining few hours, heck it was going to get darker an hour earlier than the night before due to the time change from daylight savings time to standard time! As it was, I was anxious to get it out and get hunting and when trying to twist out the shaft the darned thing splintered. I took what was left of the shaft (literally and figuratively) and headed off to hunt. I guess the chances of someone coming upon that little bit of my first broadhead sticking out of the tree, had I not hammered it in all the way, and getting cut would not have been as astronomical as I had thought.

That is all I saw for the rest of the day at least as far s deer went. I did see some other small forest critters like woodpeckers, more crows & chipmunks and a newt. To be technical it was a Red Eft, a young fully formed land living version of the Eastern Newt (aka: red Spotted Newt).  They are a bright red or orange and live on land a couple to few years after coming out of their fully aquatic larval stage, then when they reach adulthood their dorsal color changes to a drab green with a few red spots on each side of their sides; their bellies become yellow with numerous small black spots throughout. They like damp days with light rain, seems to bring them out. Sunday fit the bill, was in the mid fifties or so, it was either drizzly or light showers most of the day and this guy was out and about. Surprised there were not more of them but most were probably already in brumation (sort of the amphibian & reptile form of hibernation).

 

I stayed until this morning but decided not to try hunting today and to take a leisurely drive home making some stops for goodies along the way Before leaving, I am happy t say I remembered to grab my trail camera. I did not have a card reader/viewer with me and had to bring the card home to view it and decided not to leave it with another card in it. One the way home, I stopped in Roscoe, NY with the intention of stopping at The Little Store (general store wherein about 1/2 the store had been dedicated to shooting, hunting & fishing supplies  until a guns tore opened almost right across the street from them). I wanted to grab something as a memento for my son because he loved the store as much as me, just not for as long a time. I almost fell over as I walked up to the store and saw this.

I was shocked to see The Little Store had closed and was for sale. I had been
shopping there for maybe 40 or more years & took my son there many times.

To say I was shocked and saddened is a gross understatement. I almost cried, imagine a fat old man in his sixties crying because a store had closed but it was like losing an old friend. As my son texted me when I let him know: "Damn end of an era". I did make one stop in town though, at The Prohibition Distillery where I got some NY maple syrup and a bottle of Prohibition Vodka (made from corm - go figure). Have not tasted it yet, time and a good snort or three will tell if it is as smooth as the salesman claimed. Made one more stop in Hopewell Junction, NY at The Smokehouse, I was hoping to get some Bratwurst, they have excellent ones there. Turned out they only had two bratwurst, that is unless I wanted frozen - which I did not. I picked up a liverwurst, a pound and a half of pastrami and a loaf of Lithuanian bread. The bread alone was $15 and change! Of course, it probably weights 5 pounds or more. Hopefully it is as good as the Lithuanian bread we can get closer to home.

Once I got home, I offloaded the car, started in the laundry and cleaning up my other hunting gear and then got around to viewing the pics on the SD cards (had a 4GB and 32GB each of which I used on consecutive days) from the trail camera. I only got pics from Friday night, nothing on Saturday or Sunday night. What I saw were three photos of what I think was the same buck at which I took the two shots. The photos are all pretty much the same, with the buck moving just a little throughout the three photo burst, here is the best of the lot:

It is probably hard to see in this pic but below is an enlargement of the buck, it clearly shows him as a six pointer.

At least it has 3 pints on the right side, not sure if it has 2 or 3 on the left.

Not a very big buck but it would have made me happy to have taken him. Next time - maybe he will be mine, that is if no one else gets him first. If I am lucky, I'll get to go at least once more during crossbow season and then again in the rifle season.

Oh yeah, I also got a few pics of a bigfoot walking by, even one of him staring right into my camera lens.

 

 

 That's it for now, gotta go finish the laundry.

Al the best,
Glenn B




 

How Do You Like Your Peons - Charbroiled Crispy or Lightly Grilled

Saw an article - about a Mexican drug cartel, Nueva Familia Michoacana, over at Knuckledraggin and could not resist swiping it for my own commentary. The cartel allegedly has been executing the local peasantry when the poor slobs have refused to lend their support to the cartel. What the cartel did to their victims is much akin to what you might expect from ISIS with maybe even a bit more of a sicko twist. They have been kidnapping, killing, dismembering the locals. Then they have been carving their logo into the body parts and also grilling some of them. After that they distribute the body parts to the remaining local campesinos and other poor slobs to instill fear of the cartel into them. Read about it here at the original source over at Breitbart.

As I commented over at Knuckledraggin:

"For once the warning about graphic photos was correct. It seems the whole fucking world has become afflicted by the same disease, the one causing people around the globe to go absolutely totally fucking psycho crazy for personal gain of power.

Brings to mind the robot Gort from the 1951 classic The Day The Earth Stood Still. I think if he were on today’s world, no matter what he might be ordered to do by Klaatu, he would destroy this godforsaken place in a nanosecond."

I'd end with my usual closing of "All the best" but how the fuck can I say that after seeing that shit!

Stay safe my friends,
Glenn B

45-70 Gov't. - I Just Gotta Say Wow...

...if only because I just cleaned the bore of my new Marlin 1895GBL in 45-70 Gov't. with a 12 gauge slotted cleaning rod tip. (Yes that means, Remington/Marlin finally set me a new rifle as a replacement, couple of weeks ago, for the one I had bought originally but that had problems.) I never before imagined cleaning a rifle with shotgun cleaning accessories but that slotted tip along with shotgun cleaning patches worked like a charm.

I'm hoping to get it to the range tonight for its first shots. Well, that would be its first shots at least as fired by me. The bore was so dammed dirty that I am guessing they fired more than two or three test rounds through it at the factory. Oh well, the bore is bright and shiny now and I can actually easily see all the rifling which was not invisible but literally not that easy to see before I cleaned it. Man they must have used some dirty ammo regardless of how many test shots they fired.

That is all,
Glenn B 

My Daughter & Her Family...

...on their way to do some trick or treating.

Well, at least 2 of 3 were looking happy. RJ cheered up in a few
minutes once they got going around to the neighbors for some treats.

All the best,
Glenn B

Prayers Going Out For The Injured...

...and prayers also being said for those slain, and for the surviving families, relative to the rampaging member of the religion of peace terrorist who mowed down so many innocents in NY City today.

You know, don't you, that sooner or later, someone who is not a Muslim, is going to visit a mosque or Muslim neighborhood or mass gathering of some sort and bomb or start shooting or running over Islamists in great numbers. I am not condoning it but sooner or later it is going to happen in this country. I mean people can only remain oblivious to the truth of what is going on for so long before they take matters into their own hands to protect this great nation from who many see as belonging to the religion of terror.

All the best,
Glenn B

For Your Late Halloween Night Viewing Pleasure

All the best,
Glenn  B

Happy Halloween

As usual, I left something outside for the kiddies to enjoy for Halloween:
 



Never carved one like this before, usually just cut out
the eyes, nose and mouth instead of peeling off any skin.

 


Had that candle burning in there for hours
and the cap never even got warm.

Nope, not an artist but had fun carving it.

Funny thing about Halloween this year, I've been pretty ill since last Wednesday but never lost my appetite. I was so sick though that when I thought of having a sweet snack, I forgot all about the stash of Halloween candies in our vestibule! More candy for the kids I suppose.

All the best,
GB

Cookie Time

Ah yes, cookie time. And yes, we do have that many dogs running around out house. Those are our four in the foreground and my daughter's & son-in-law's in the back ground. What a joy to think that next weekend, those two in the background along with my daughter, son-in-law and grandson will be moving in with us for a couple to few months while waiting to close on their new house. Then shortly after that my mother-in-law returns from my brother-in-law's house where she has been on a mandated (so to speak) vacation.

Thank the heavens that we don't have a bird and a horse Great Dane too! Heck, just the bird would be way too much trouble.

All the best,
Glenn B

Walking Dead - Season ? - Episode 2

The show last night was better than the season opener but how the fuck did it all of a sudden become a situation where Jesus is in charge and they are now taking prisoner some of the worst scum instead of shooting them dead. Then after the dialogue between Jesus and the Tara lesbian bitch, where she says Rick will agree with her and kill them, Rick goes all sorts of mushy and dos not immediately kill and dismember the baby in the crib (what a wussie). The coolest two of the whole show were The King and Morgan because they were looking to kill and doing it and the King pretty much convinced carol to get back on track. Now mind you, I realize that the lesbo Tara was killing but if anyone ever looked more like a dumb shit than her, when she was clearing rooms, I would be amazed; yet, she has the right attitude. Of course, most of them walking into rooms and looking one way, taking many steps before finally turning and looking the other way, also looked pretty lame relative to room clearing.

I'm happy though that the little lame shit, Karuuuul (as Rick seems to call him) was not highlighted. He should be next to die, in fact his demise is way overdue.

Also and suddenly they decide to use silencers - oh please while they have been absent in most episodes even though loud noises like gunshots attract walkers. I know it is based on a comic book but if you want to make it a really good show - get with it already and stop with the inconsistent bullshit.

Finally: Where the fuck are Gabriel and Negan!!!!!!!!!! Negan should be dead by now and Gabriel should have thrown his ass out of the trailer into the horde after blasting him to hell and back and then escaped in the other direction.

All the best,
Glenn B

I Had Thought 12 Gauge Sabot Slugs Were Cool...

...and then I saw this:

Now that is cool.

It is reportedly a saboted armor piercing tank round and it sure looks like it might be able to penetrate some fairly thick armor. Nice find by the jogger who found it along the banks of the Susquehanna River in Harrisburg, PA. More at the source. There is a PA National Guard base in Harrisburg and that would be my guess as the source form this round. Of course, that is just my guess but how it might have gotten there otherwise is a mystery to me.

All the best,
Glenn B

Today In History October 30, 1938 - The Invasion

On October 30, 1938, within minutes after 8:00 PM and due to a nationally broadcast radio program, millions of Americans actually believed we had been aided by aliens from Mars.

"Sunday evening in 1938 was prime-time in the golden age of radio, and millions of Americans had their radios turned on. But most of these Americans were listening to ventriloquist Edgar Bergen and his dummy “Charlie McCarthy” on NBC and only turned to CBS at 8:12 p.m. after the comedy sketch ended and a little-known singer went on. By then, the story of the Martian invasion was well underway..."

"An announcer reported that widespread panic had broken out in the vicinity of the landing sites, with thousands desperately trying to flee. In fact, that was not far from the truth.

Perhaps as many as a million radio listeners believed that a real Martian invasion was underway. Panic broke out across the country. In New Jersey, terrified civilians jammed highways seeking to escape the alien marauders. People begged police for gas masks to save them from the toxic gas and asked electric companies to turn off the power so that the Martians wouldn’t see their lights. One woman ran into an Indianapolis church where evening services were being held and yelled, “New York has been destroyed! It’s the end of the world! Go home and prepare to die!" More here.

I do not know about you but if it actually happened today - an alien invasion that is not the broadcast - I am uncertain as to whether or not I would try to flee or remain in my home and defend it and planet earth the best I could do. My guns, ammo and food are at home and each would take a lot of room in the Toyota Corolla so chances I would stand my ground and load for bear.

All the best,
Glenn B

Looks About Right For Me

All the best,

Glenn B

Not Here - Over There

 

Well, not you guys, just saying it for the arsehats such as: ANTIFA, KKK, Neo-Nazi, BLM, communist and socialist types who may wander on by.

 

All the best,

GB

Ulster County NY, Legislator Getting A Speeding Ticktet

Just imagine that the woman in the below video is in the county legislature in the county in which you live. Picture that she is one of the people responsible for legislating laws and regulations that effect you and everyone living there. I cannot figure how she ever got elected in the first place but she claims she is a county legislator.

Since this is NY State, my bet is she gets reelected by the moonbats who put her in office in the first place. Of course, I suppose there is always an outside chance that if she runs again, instead of institutionalizing herself as I think would be best, maybe she will lose the election. One can hope. Watch the video (and there is a much longer version available on You Tube) and be amused and maybe amazed. What a fucking whining loser.
 

Ain't that something! I just hope the cop does not get in any trouble for trying to give her a break by attempting to issue her a seatbelt ticket instead of the speeding ticket. Just goes to show the shit cops have to put up with even when they are trying to do something nice for someone.

Update: Oh shit, she is up for reelection this November 7th! The longer version of the above video was only recently released after months of it have been "suppressed". The second cop to arrive on the scene is related to her Republican opponent in this November's election (yes she apparently is a libtard)! More at the source and if you liked the video, then the article is a must read. Man oh man, you just cannot make up stuff like this!

All the best,
Glenn B

Don't Give The Gun Grabbers Ammo To Shoot Us Down

Folks, this morning I saw a couple pictures that were nice shots, taken by a granddad while the granddad was teaching the grandson to shoot.  The child was apparently shooting both a long gun and a handgun. There was a problem with those pics though, one that could lead to a whole slew of recommended regulations being thought up by the anti-gun left.

The problem was that in the pics, while the child (who is well under 10) was wearing hearing protection, he evidently was not wearing any eye protection. This is something some libterd could choose as his personal anti-gun banner and the next thing you know is we would be loaded down with more regulations and possibly with Child Protective Services knocking at our doors should we decide to teach our young ones to shoot and then post pics about it, pics that show an obvious disregard for basic firearms safety.

Wearing eye protection while shooting is not among the over glorified and so called 4 Rules of Firearms Safety but nonetheless is definitely a longtime well known firearms safety rule we all should follow when shooting - and that is especially so when teaching children to shoot. How anyone could take one of their children or grandchildren shooting and not have the child wear protective eyewear is truly beyond my comprehension. It is not only very unsafe for the child but screams of extreme irresponsibility and negligence on the part of the person teaching the child how to shoot.

Secondly, in at least one of the photos, it is extremely obvious that there is no adult within arms reach of the child while he is handling firearms. Remember, we are talking a preteen child, a young one at that. No mater how smart and trustworthy you think is a young child in your care, you are being worse than merely foolish in allowing that child to handle firearms while both the child and the firearm are out of your immediate reach; to me, that constitutes negligence on your part. Teaching children to shoot at such a young age is a big responsibility and the child's safety and the safety of yourself and others is of paramount importance. Allowing yourself to feel as if the child is okay without you having hands on or at least being within easy arms reach is allowing yourself to be extremely foolish and negligent. Accidents can happen in the blink of an eye but if you are close enough you may be able to reach out and control the weapon and or the child before it gets to that point should you see it potentially going bad. When too far from the young shooter all you can do is see it happen and then bemoan your own foolishness should it result in serious injury. If your pride in yourself or in your young one(s) makes it too difficult for you to understand that - you need to take your head out of where the sun does not shine and look at things in the light of responsible firearms handling.

One other thing I will add, if you are going to teach a child to shoot, try to do it with guns that fit them. When my son was either 9 or 10, I bought him a youth sized 22 rifle. It fit him well and he learned well with it. Sure, you can let youngsters shot guns that are obviously too big for them - like a 12 gauge adult sized gun but when you do you had better be sure that the way the child holds it along with the child's stance, are not about to lend themselves to a potential injury to the little one. As far as size and grip go, the same thing goes for pistols. Allowing a child to grip a semi-auto pistol with both thumbs crossed over one another at the backstrap is teaching, or at least allowing to develop, a very bad habit  that can easily result in injury to the shooter.

Now, I will grant, it might have been possible that the photos in the question had been staged and not actually taken while the child was shooting but text accompanying the photos indicated that he was actually shooting at least one of the guns at the time. Even if it was the case that the photos were staged, why give the leftist loons any ammo like that with which to attack our RKBA and our right to teach our loved ones how to shoot?

So, if you are going to post such pics, try to remember to assure you have everything right. Better yet, if you are going to teach your kids or grandkids (or anyone for that matter) to shoot, make sure to get it right for their safety's sake!

All the best,
Glenn B

Blog Comments - An Apparent Cluster Fuck

Well folks, I went to the comments moderation page on my blog just a few minutes ago and found out that there were comments dating back at least several months that were still awaiting approval/publication by me. I apologize to anyone who left a comment or comments to any of my posts and then did not see them materialize in due time. I have had my blog set up so that I am supposed to receive email notifications about each and every comment that is posted. I have received some but relatively few such notifications in at least many months. I had merely thought no one found anything interesting enough to make a comment. I am happy I was wrong about that but not happy that I did not receive the proper notifications nor that it resulted in your comments not bein posted until today. I will look into that and try to get it fixed.

The only reason I looked at the comments moderation page today was because I received such a notification yesterday and went to approve it tonight; I was absolutely shocked to see page after page of comments waiting for approval. I approved them all or so I hope.
Again, my apologies to anyone whose comments were not approved in due time.

Update: Just checked all my notification settings for comments, everything was in order. I have no clue why Blogger is not sending me all of the comment notifications. It is not that they are going into my junk mail folder either as I check that every day and never see anything there from blogger. As usual, when it comes to problems with Blogger, I am stymied. I will try to think of going to comments moderation at least every few days to check to see if any comments have slipped by without me having been notified.

All the best,
Glenn B

They May Have Slid It By Most Folks...

...but not by everybody!

All the best,
Glenn B