The Road

On By Tom LindsayIn Uncategorized2 Comments

My son, the Dauphin, is in 9th grade honors literature, and was assigned to read The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. Having not read the book nor seen the movie, I borrowed his copy over a couple of days, and read it myself.

He finished the book and completed the assignments his teacher had given, which were a nice mix of questions about the symbolism that McCarthy uses, along with questions about what he would have done in certain situations.

Since he finished the book, I slipped the movie into our Netflix queue, and we watched it last evening.

As you know, The Road is a story about a father and son making their way through a post-apocalyptic countryside. While the exact nature of the disaster that devastated their world is never revealed, either in the book or the movie, it’s clear that it must have been some kind of EMP followed by wildfires, and societal collapse.

It wasn’t an easy movie to watch, especially for a man with an only son. (My daughter is off at college, and told us recently that she has no desire to see the movie.) My wife felt the same way.

I’m sure others have discussed this book and movie from a preparation viewpoint, so I won’t go there.

But I will share one observation from my son. We were talking after the movie about the gun they carried, and how they only had 2 bullets.

My son said, “Dad, now I know why you own four handguns. It’s one for each of us.”

Indeed.

Coming Soon – Gun Cart Mark II

On By Tom LindsayIn Gun Cart2 Comments

Back in May I wrote about a gun cart I had put together using a used stroller I had bought at the thrift store.

I’ve used the stroller for a full shooting season now, with success. I took it to the LuckyGunner Blogger Shoot in May, and it was well received, and it sure saved my old back the trouble of schlepping four rifles, a shooting bag, a cooler, an ammo can, and a camp chair from the parking area to the firing line.

Likewise, for USPSA and Action Pistol matches, it’s been handy not to have to lug my stuff up and down hills.

I would call the Gun Cart Mark I a success.

But I think I can do better.

While overall I’ve been very pleased with the cart, after 6 months of use, I think I can improve on the design. First of all, the performance of the small wheels over rough terrain left something to be desired. Yes, it worked, but I now know why so many of the commercial carts out there are built on a chassis of three large wheels.

Some things definitely worked well, even features that the commercial carts left out. The horizontal bar, which I call the Stock Bar (because that’s where I lash the gun stocks) especially works well. I definitely think it’s an improvement over individual clamps for each gun, which I’ve seen.

The large deck works well, too, and removing the seating area was a good thing. I sometimes see other carts that have been built from strollers, and the seating is left in place, and it limits the size of the shooting bag you can carry, without adding any positive feature.

It wasn’t hard to build the cart, so my plans are soon to visit the local thrift stores and find a three wheel stroller, and build Mark II.

Look for a report when I’m done.

I Humbly Yield the Floor

On By Tom LindsayIn Review, RKBA3 Comments

A gun is a tool, Marian; no better or no worse than any other tool: an axe, a shovel or anything. A gun is as good or as bad as the man using it. Remember that.

Shane (1953)

Every death at the barrel of a gun is a tragedy. Whether an innocent victim is killed by a criminal, or that criminal is stopped by a law abiding citizen, or a group of gang bangers end up shooting each other, the resulting death could have been avoided, if one goes back far enough in the process.

One of the chief failings of the anti-gun crowd is their refusal to assign responsibility in this tragedy to those who are to blame. They choose to believe that, somehow, the gun – the tool – was at fault, and if all guns were eliminated, then the tragedies would cease.

Make no mistake, they will speak of “easy guns” or “illegal guns” or “assault weapons with high capacity clips and a shoulder thing that goes up,” but what they really mean is all guns. Even the recent history of gun control in countries like England and Australia shows that.

Every time I read an anti-gun diatribe, I am tempted to write about it, and cite the truth – that the vast majority of gun deaths are due to criminals. You don’t know how many draft posts I have saved, that are in this vein.

I forget exactly what I was reading today, but it was the same tired claim that “gun violence” could somehow be solved by more gun regulation. All I know is it got me to sounding and acting like Lewis Black – cussing and jabbing my fingers at the screen.

Fortunately, the next blog I read calmed me down. And for that reason, in matters related to who and what is to blame for “gun violence,” I humbly yield the floor to Sean Sorrentino.

Many gun bloggers, like myself, choose to remain somewhat anonymous. For me, it’s because my side passion might interfere in other areas of my business life, where, frankly, it should have no bearing at all.

When you meet Sean, though, he will be wearing a badge in the shape of the state of North Carolina, that says his name, and under that, An NC Gun Blog.

Sean deals frequently with legislators, anti-gunners, and pro-gun people alike, and, as he told me, he wants them to know where he stands.

I salute Sean not only for his forthrightness, but for his blog. The subject of his blog, more often than not, is to show you who the perpetrators of gun crime in North Carolina are, and what they have been up to all their life.

Sean tells you about the criminals and their records in a very civil manner. He doesn’t name names, he doesn’t throw stones. He just shows you the truth.

As a quasi-aside, Sean doesn’t just write about guns, he shoots very well, too. He was my training partner in Knoxville earlier in the year.

So, in lieu of ranting, in the future, I will just point to An NC Gun Blog. Sean says it better than I can.

It’s Getting to be That Time of Year

On By Tom LindsayIn Uncategorized

Christmas was on its way. Lovely, glorious, beautiful Christmas, upon which the entire kid year revolved.

Ralphie, A Christmas Story

The Christmas tree and all the decorations are already up at the FYH ranch. Thanks to a late Thanksgiving night Seal Team like Black Friday Raid, we have about 80 percent of the shopping done.

I like this kind of season, because it lets me relax, and enjoy Christmas. Ahead we still have tickets to the Atlanta Ballet’s Nutcracker, and a trip to see the lights at Callaway Gardens. But we can just enjoy.

My wife and I started an interesting tradition about 4 years ago. When you’ve been married as long as we have, it’s sometimes hard to think of inventive presents for each other. That year, we weren’t really sure if we could afford to spend much. We don’t go into debt for Christmas.

But I got a couple of commissions paid early, and on the morning of Christmas Eve, my wife surprised me. We were out driving ostensibly to pick up a Honey Baked Ham, and she pulled into the parking lot before the ham place.

The only interesting store in that place was a big box sporting goods store. I looked at her with a grin.

“Yes. Go buy yourself that 10/22.”

I felt like Ralphie. I had wanted a 10/22 for a couple of years, but I’d put it off for some reason or another.

When I got it home I put it in the box and put it behind the tree, and on Christmas morning I said, “Oh, wait, what’s that?”

Next, we drove to her favorite shop, and she got to pick out some comparable gifts.

Every year since then, we’ve gone out on Christmas Eve, and enjoyed ourselves as the other picks some gift that’s meaningful, and oftentimes longed for. It’s every bit as enjoyable for me to experience my wife’s interest and expectation, as it is to open those presents on Christmas.

This year? I’ve got my eye on a Dillon 550 loading press. That cold steel beauty . . .

On Christmas Eve, we’ll see.