Saturday, January 14, 2006

Nothing to worry about?

(Via FreedomSight)

Justin Buist seems to think this is nothing to worry about. I follow his argument, but even if he's correct, I doubt that the Feds will just roll over and go away, at least until someone takes it to the Supreme Court and wins--and that isn't a sure thing.

However, since the thing's been signed into law, I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens. *GULP*

*sigh*

Do I really need to spell this out for you?

All I can say is that if I ever hit a lottery, you had better get out of my way.

More...Carnival!

Gullyborg has a special zombie edition for the Carnival of Cordite #43. All the information you need to provide for the defense of you and yours on a combination Friday 13/full moon weekend.

Yours truly has a small (bore) entry this time around.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Repealing the First Amendment

Well, at least as far as the Internet is concerned, it may be repealed--at least until some poor soul has to go to court and get a certain new law declared unconstitutional--if they can.

(I'm far from the first to comment on this, but I wanted to wait until the first breathless rush of the "OMIGAWD!" crowd was over. )

Short version of the story is this: Congress has enacted and the President has signed, the Violence Against Women and Department of Justice Reauthorization Act. Well, no one could be against such things, right? Right--this sort of thing is what is known in Washington as "must pass" legislation. Failure to pass it will bring about rampant bad behavior, global warming and bad press for politicians.

Buried in the bill is some interesting language that amends 47 U.S.C. 223(h)(1), which is one of the Federal statutes regarding anonymous harassment.

News.com writer Declan McCullagh puts it this way:

Buried deep in the new law is Sec. 113, an innocuously titled bit called "Preventing Cyberstalking." It rewrites existing telephone harassment law to prohibit anyone from using the Internet "without disclosing his identity and with intent to annoy."

My first thought when I read this Monday was "Yeah, but you have to be anonymous and intend to annoy someone." Even though I use a nome de plume, it would be a relatively trivial exercise for someone to find out my real name and trace me at least to the general area I live in. And while I may be annoying (just ask Mrs. Freeholder), I rarely intend to be annoying. So I'm safe, right.

Not so fast. Mr. McCullagh has some further thoughts on this subject. Now, of course, he isn't a lawyer, but he has some valid points, the most important of which is this (in Q & A form):

Q: But that section is titled "Obscene or harassing telephone calls." Doesn't that mean only voice over Internet Protocol, or VoIP, is now going to be covered by the law?

A: That's one interpretation. But that's not how Congress actually wrote the law, however, and precise wording matters.

If politicians wanted to limit the law to VoIP, they could have followed what they did in other bills and actually used the term. They could have also limited the "annoy" requirement to contacting an individual person.

But they didn't. The law instead covers any types of "communications that are transmitted, in whole or in part, by the Internet"--not just VoIP conversations. Also, it covers any person "who receives the communications" rather than a narrower definition that could have been written as "an individual intentionally targeted as the recipient of the communications."

Going along with this is his closing thought, "If politicians wanted to limit the "annoy" prohibition to VoIP, they could easily have done so. But they didn't."

Uh-huh. You really have to wonder what the agenda is here. Are we really out to protect women? Do that many people put up websites or blogs that somehow encourage violence against women (or the closure of the Department of Justice)? Or is it something else entirely?

[Donning his "conspiracy theorist" hat]

Could it be that the politicians are simply tired of the pajamahadeen? You don't suppose that this could simply be a way to shut up what has become a big thorn in their side, do you?

Well, do you?

Monday, January 09, 2006

The tale of the Savage 6D

In early December, the Mountain Man and I road tripped to the Charlotte Gun Show. Neither of us had ever been to the Charlotte show, so it was as much to see who the vendors were and what they had for sale as it was for buying. Two buildings, lots of vendors, and surprisingly little jewelry, beef jerky or other non-gun stuff.

Three vendors stand out in my mind. The first was a leather vendor. Now this gentleman and his daughter were not the usual leather vendors that you find at a gun show--not a holster in sight. As a matter of fact, they made belts, and only belts. But what belts they made!

I bought two. They're made to order from a longish list of leather blanks he has in stock. Customizations such as buckles and conchos to taste. 1 1/4" and 1 1/2" widths, extra thick 100% leather. Not works of art, but man, what belts! I have his contact information somewhere in one of the multitudinous piles that dot my desk, and when I find it I'm going to order one or two more. It doesn't hurt that his prices are less expensive that the big name brands sold at your local mall, and with immeasurably better quality.

The other two vendors are more problematic in my mind. Both of them were older gentlemen--nice fellows, a pleasure to talk to. Both had been buying guns for many years, and both had extensive collections that they had on display on their tables.

They were both selling off their collections.

I've seen this before, and I don't like it. I always wonder why they're selling a collection they've devoted their lives to building. Do they need the money or do they feel too old to enjoy it any longer? Don't they have anyone to pass it on to? I've asked, and usually the answer doesn't feel quite right. "Well, my wife says I have too many, so I thought I'd sell some."

It doesn't rank up there with the guys that come to every show with their father's or their grandfather's guns to sell. Those guys just make me mad. Don't they have any sense of family history at all? For crying out loud, I have one of my great-grandfather's guns in my safe, and it is not, will not, EVER be for sale. I have my grandfather's shotgun and my fathers shotgun, and that goes for them as well.

At any rate, one of these gents did give me the closest thing to an answer I could be comfortable with I've ever heard. A year or so ago, he injured his back, and isn't able to shoot much any more. The story didn't go any further, so I don't know the whole story, but I think I see a possible story. Medical bills, kids who dodn't care about their father's passion for firearms, and well, you wind up with two tables at the Charlotte Gun Show, selling off your guns.

While the Mountain Man dickered a bit with him over some ammunition, I looked over what he had left. Being Sunday, he had sold most of the obviously good stuff. However, I'm proving to be a sucker for "project guns", and I'm a double sucker for .22 rifles, especially the older ones with nice long barrels. One gun, old, a bit worn and pretty dirty, caught my eye.

Giving it a look, it was a semi-auto, long-barreled .22, short, long and long rifle. No serial number, so it had to be pre '68 GCA *spit*. A Savage Model 6D--D for Deluxe. No price on it.

I had went to Charlotte with limited funds, mostly looking for components for this winter's First Reload-A-Thon. The Reload-A-Thon is what I hope will be an annual event, in which a number of us get together and reload ammo by the hundreds if not thousands of rounds. My funds were pretty much depleted--I knew I had $46 in my pocket.

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I asked to take a look, and honestly was appalled at how dirty it was. Obvious rust on the metal, and the action was so gunky with crud it barely cycled. You couldn't see enough of the bore to tell it had rifling, but I suspected it was in there somewhere. (I know some folks say you don't have to clean a .22, but I'm here to tell you that you just have to break it down once every 10 years or so--really, you do.)

"How much for the old Savage?"

Obviously, he has me pegged. "$100," is the reply.

Even I know this is way over what the gun is worth, especially in this condition. "Well, it's a nice gun, but I don't have that kind of money left. Thanks anyway."

"How about $75?"

I told him that I really didn't have even his reduced price on me. The Mountain Man finished his transaction, and we headed out to the car to deposit our goodies. I had to venture back in, as I had the previously mentioned leatherman making me two belts, and I had to pick them up.

I also happened onto a vendor I had missed, and scored 2000 9mm bullets for less than I could order them for. There went the last of my cash. No problem--I was headed for home.

On the way out, I went back by the table with the Savage. The older gentleman was beginning to pack up--it was 4, and the show was drawing to a close. "Hey, you interested in that gun?" he called as I walked by.

I held up the ammo can containing the 9mm bullets (more accurately, I wiggled it in my numb fingers and nodded in it's general direction) and told him I'd just spent the last of my cash.

"I'll take a check."

I told him that I hadn't brought my checkbook, just so I couldn't be tempted.

"You can mail it to me."

Urk?!

"You mean you're going to give me this gun and trust me to mail you a check?" I'm about half-past incredulous and heading toward complete disbelief.

"I've always thought I was a good judge of character. Besides, I'll copy down the information off your driver's license."

So we traded information, and the Savage 6D (D for Damn, I don't believe this!) and all those bullets managed to drag our way to the car.

I related this to the Mountain Man, who's answer was "Well, you are trustworthy." Well, maybe so, but how is this guy to know? Even a month later, I'm still a bit stunned by the whole thing.

With a stop at the Concord Outlet Mall (Yeah, right!) for supper and a visit to Bass Pro, I made it home later that evening. I showed the latest acquisition to the jaundiced eye of Mrs. Freeholder and the gleaming eyes of the kiddies, then put it in the safe for later examination.

The next day, a check for $75 made it's way into the US Mail. Yeah, I guess I am trustworthy.

It was near Christmas before I had time to have a serious look at the gun. After striking out on a manual, I decided that I had seen enough guns to make a go at this sans instructions. Unscrewing the single screw that holds the action to the stock, I found that the hidden metal was in much better shape than the exposed portion. The stock itself was in pretty good shape, although the finish was pretty much shot. I took the buttplate off, and found a bit of deterioration in one screw hole--someone had the bad habit of letting the gun sit on wet ground. Easy enough to fix.

I put 2 cans of Brakleen through the action and the bore. Crud came out in chunks. I was seeing the history of .22 ammunition, laid out in paste form. Gross.

I locked the action open (the Savage has an unusual moving cocking handle that is used to lock the action closed so that short and long .22 can be fired single shot, and lock the action open for whatever reason you'd want to do so) and started on the bore.

I ruined a brass brush on that bore. What came out looked like a lead and powder residue cocktail. But after a while, you could tell the bore was actually in good shape--shiny (well, sort of), not pitted and nice, distinct rifling. OK. Luck is with me.

0000 steel wool and oil got the worst of the rust, but I needed to get the bolt out to really clean the inside. There was a large, threaded plug in the end of the action, and that had to be how this thing comes apart.

Well, not for me--it screwed part way out, then stopped solid. Not wanting to damage the gun, I sought help in a number of online forums. Not one was able to give me the magic incantation to get the plug out.

New Year's Eve, we had Old Friend, Old Friend's Older Brother and their respective families over to The Freehold for a cookout and a late exchange of Christmas gifts. OF and OFOB being gun-oriented, we had to adjourn to my shop and look at the latest project. OFOB being a mechanic by trade, his knowledge and intuition led him to wrap the plug in a rag and carefully take a pair of my channel locks to it. Luckily, I'd went inside to fetch food for the grill, and by the time I got back the deed was done and the gun taken apart.

(And yes, he is one of the few people I trust near my vehicles with tools. He has "the touch".)

Neither one would believe that I had shot two cans of brake cleaner through the action--you could still scrape gunk off the bolt.

Food being on the grill, we had to end our efforts there. We left the gun on the bench, in pieces.

A few days later, I was able to work on it some more. Two more cans of brake cleaner, a razor blade, another .22 bore brush, 2 oz. of Hoppes #9, a 12 ga. shotgun brush, a brass toothbrush, some Eezox, a lot of rags and some skinned knuckles later, the gun was clean enough I'd consider trying to shoot it.

This weekend, Daughter, Son and I loaded the Savage, along with a couple of other toys and a lot of ammo, and headed to the range.

Loading the Savage with 5 rounds (no sense tempting Fate), I cocked it. I took a supported standing position and aimed at a steel plate 50 yards away. BANG...ping!

OK, it goes bang--this is an encouraging sign. I finished the short magazine at the plate, hitting it each time. I take this as evidence the barrel is in decent shape.

Loading the full 15 rounds, I tried a rested position at an 8" target at 50 yards. Everything is on the target, but not much of a group. OK, so maybe the barrel isn't in that good of shape. So I tried 100 yards, and got 3 of 15 on the very bottom of the paper. Further experimentation showed a holdover of a foot for the 100 yard target.

On at 50 yards, a foot off at 100? WTF? Is the barrel that bad?

I kept trying, and found that the sight picture is a bit...odd. The rear sight is actually subtly rounded off, rather than the flat sight I'm used to. Figuring that out helped some.

As it was getting time to go, I decided to run some plated rounds through to help remove any leading. For a hoot, I tried the 100 yard plates again. Ping, ping, ping--13 of 15. The gun is ammo sensitive--the first long .22 I've seen with that issue. That's Good News.

Shooting the old Savage is an experience. The bolt action is delayed. Squeeze the trigger, BANG, then you can feel the bolt go back to battery after a distinct pause. Watching Son shooting, the bolt holds open long enough that you can actually see the next round waiting to be chambered. Very unusual.

The old guy needs more cleaning, and the stock needs refinishing. However, I think it's found a home--and I won't take it to a gun show when I can't shoot it any more. I've raised my kids to respect and love guns and shooting. It'll go to one of them when my time is through.



The Savage Model 6D, ready for it's first trip to the range. I really need to build a display rack for this kind of photography. Another project....

Time is still short in my life

But it's never too short to peruse the Carnival of Cordite, Issue #42!

Congratulations to Gullyborg on his impending marriage.

And don't forget to check out all the Christmas presents that Santa brought your fellow gunnies. I'm so jealous....