You'll find, as you go deeper down this particular rabbit hole, that guns cause friends...not crime. - Me


JReb's Rules for surviving Halloween.

1: AMMO - Lots and Lots of ammo.

2: If goblin/creature/whatever, took 20 rounds of 147gr 9mm JHP's and didn't even blink, then the old double barrel 12 gauge loaded with birdshot you brought along isn't going to help.

3: Use a weapon that has a history of making a mess. I recommend the M2 HB, cause .50 BMG rounds took apart Nazi and Japanese aircraft in WW2, they'll do wonders on Mr. Undead as well.

4: Never assume Mr. Undead is really dead, burn him after you tear him apart.

5: After burning, hammering the remaining bones into dust with a 10lb sledgehammer isn't really overkill, it's insurance and a damn good workout.

    5A: Overkill is a good thing.

6: After finishing off previous task, don't worry about washing up because he does have friends.

7: When in a group, never be the first one through the door. That said, never be the last either.

8: If you are alone, don't just walk through the house like a dork, use your environment. Lead with a piece of wood, better splinters in your hand than losing the hand altogether.

9: Whenever it is prudent, RUN and don't look back because the murderous-flying-zombie-vampire-werewolves ARE gaining on you.

10: Get to a location that is solid and defensible from all angles, and if you are unsure about a location. IT IS VULNERABLE.

11: AMMO - Lots and Lots of ammo.

Keep these 11 rules in mind and you too will survive Halloween. Special thanks to Labrat, Stingray, Popehat, and OldNFO.



And here I am, back in the salt mines so to speak....umm, yay?

Oh well, considering as much as I am looking forward to Tuesday this weekend should fly by, I can't wait to fire me some bureaucrats. Only way to make it better is if we got to fire them out of a cannon instead.


Guess I haven't scared 'em off yet.

I still seem to garner at least one hit a month from Estonia...don't ask cause I have no idea why.

Well, color me NOT surprised.

Doing blog-rounds before heading to bed I found this via Common Cents, (look under the WMD branded header if you hit the CC blog).

Yeah waiter, I'll take an order of apologies with some told-ya-so on the side. While I'd still like to see the head honcho of Wikileaks the recipient of a hickory shampoo prior to being target practice for the 3rd I.D. for endangering American and allied lives. The info does show a glaring light on the bias and lies of the news media in particular and liberals in general. This also gives rise to another post label here at Missouri Rebel..."stupid moonbat tricks". Have a nice day...stupid liberals, we freaking told ya so.


Hunting Guns.

One of a few dedicated hunting firearms that I own. The Marlin 336 .30-30. Ye Olde Bambi Zapper.


Caliber:                  .30-30 Winchester
Barrel Length:         20"
Capacity:                6+1
Weight:                   w/ scope, approx. 7lbs
Sights:                    Blade-bead hooded Front / Folding Notch Rear
Optics:                   Simmons 3-9x32 duplex reticule
Finish:                    Blued steel, American walnut forearm/stock

I bought this one using that dreaded "gunshow loophole" when I was about 16 for $150 not long after I passed my hunter safety course at school. I could have taken Grandpa up on the offer to do the same for me as he had done for my sister when she passed hers. I.E. let him buy an SKS for me since at the time you could get one here for about $80. I opted to buy my own rifle, cause I'm contrary like that. I wanted one just like the ones He, Dad and Mom use. The ubiquitous Marlin .30-30. So the hunt began, so to speak, and I started looking at all the various antique-collector shows and auctions that we went to to see if I could find one. About 6 months later I was sitting at home watching TV when Mom called and said she and Dad had found one I might like at the antique show they were set up at. I gave her the nod and she drove back out to the house to pick me up and off I went. About 20 minutes later I was looking at this beautiful little rifle and a bit of haggling later I picked it up for the above mentioned $150 (not real sure Mom and Dad hadn't been haggling before I got there) but either way I was lighter in the bank account but physically 7 lbs heavier. I haven't looked back since. I have a lot of guns that can take medium sized game (here in MO I can legally hunt deer with any single-projectile, centerfire cartridge) but this is always gonna be the first gun I ever bought myself. As they say, firearms are forever. Well, so are the memories, every scuff, scratch and ding in the finish tells a story and ya know...I'm happy with that.


YHGTBSM moment.

Yeah I just had one. I turn on my browser, drop into Yahoo and WHAM!! First thing I see for the headlines is this. Go read, I'll wait...

Back? Good. Now lets dissect this massive ball of fail in as few words as possible. WTF is up with that organization? A group of H.S. refs decide out of the kindness of their hearts to donate to a charity, not only that but they show that support by using pink whistles...Am I just too outside the loop to see the problem here or do the powers that be really believe this to be a major problem? Cmon people violating rules is one thing but when it has absolutely NO impact on how they do their jobs then what's the problem? I'll tell ya what, if 3 out of 4 refs were using pink whistles and the fourth was using a black whistle then guess which one is the odd man out...HINT: Not any of em using pink whistles. ROT IN HELL YOU MISERABLE NAZIS. I played sports in H.S. and trust me the last thing I was worried about was what color the refs whistles were.


Gun Pr0n.

The one handgun that I have put several thousand rounds thru over the years starting when I was about 16.

Mom's revolver.

Harrington & Richardson Arms Co. .22 Special. 9-shot, double-action / single-action revolver.

Best I've been able to come up with is that this model was last produced in 1943, and this one was from around 1941-42. Shoots well but has a strong yet smooth double action, the single action is crisp and clean with no movement that I can feel. And lets face it, 9-shots of .22 LR, HV hollow point is more than most people want to buck, especially considering that Mom is a crack-shot.


Not Dead...

Not disappeared. Also, I haven't been abducted by aliens or the BATFE for anal probing either.

Just trying to get a few things lined out and lets face it, I'm not the most productive person when it comes to coming up with blog fodder. Unless ya'll want to hear about the "Borrrrrriiiiinnnggg" that is my day to day routine. I rather think that would have the opposite effect of what I'm going for though.