It looks like we’re going to do a little rifle shopping this weekend. I’m after a used Ruger 10/22. I plan on scouring every pawn shop and used gun shop that I know of within a 50-mile radius. Unfortunately, I don’t know of all of them. It would be neat if somebody put together an online map system that pinpointed them all specifically. Google maps comes up with some funky results that don’t really apply and just muddy up the results.
Random thought of the day: A well-tuned diesel engine puts off pleasant exhaust. It smells like a charcoal grill getting up to temperature. A poorly-tuned diesel smells like burning plastic and makes me sick to my stomach. I had to drive a couple of those when I worked at the Ford dealership. That sucked.
Furthermore, I’m waiting for my 300th comment. I’m sitting at 299 right now. I can’t wait to see who is number 300! I told Jen that it can’t be her, and I’m determined that it won’t be me. It’s been a couple of days since my last commenter, but I know it’s going to happen.
I suppose that’s about it for now.
To all you entomologists out there that might be duped into visiting my blog, HELP! These little dudes started showing up in my area about three years ago. I had never seen them before in my life, and have no idea what they are. They buzz a little, crawl a lot, and do this little circle-dance on whatever they land on. I’ve jokingly told my wife that they are tsetse flies and we are all going to die of malaria. For the record, I don’t believe that’s true. Still, I’d like to know what they are and what brought them to my corner of the woods.
Maybe it’s a new species. I could name it the Evyl Robot Fly, but then I’d find out that they eat crap or something.
UPDATE! *cheesy telegraphy beeping sound*
Thanks to Beej, pointing me at What’s That Bug, combined with a little of my own Google-fu, I was able to identify the insect as Delphinia Picta, a. k. a. picture-winged fly. The larvae feed on rotting fruit. I know there is a peach tree in my neighbor’s yard that drops peaches into an uncontrollable wild rose in the corner of my yard. I bet that’s what has drawn them to my yard.
I’ve been needing an excuse to tear out a bunch of that rose. It’s all over that corner of the yard screaming, “Feed me, Seymore!” I’ll add that to the list of to-do’s for the Summer.
I don’t know why, but I looooooove me some shotguns! I love them all! Single shots, double barrels, pump-action, bolt-action, semi-auto… I could see having a very large safe chocked full of the suckers. I’ve had my eyes on a 10-gauge double, as I mentioned in a previous post. Let me tell you, folks, 10-gauge shells are not exactly easy to come by, and they aren’t exactly cheap. I found a box of ten turkey loads at Academy for $15.00. The comparable 12-gauge shells would have cost me more in the neighborhood of A FRACTION OF THAT!!!!
And, then there’s this. I’ve never really had any great urge to buy a Kolishnikov, but this one is a 12-gauge shotgun! OMG, Squeeeeeee! *breathing quickly in paper bag* I’m sorry, everyone. That wasn’t pretty. But, seriously. I may have to get one of these sins against nature. If I do, I’m going to have to fit one of these to it. I think Judgement might be jealous.
I know, the Saiga-12 is like on the polar opposite of the spectrum from a coach gun in the shotgun universe, but that’s the thing – I’d like at least one of each, and every single variation in between!
*sigh* I’m glad to have gotten that off my chest. I feel much better now.