This actually happened: last night I had a dream that I was living
in my grandfather's beach residence. This was unusual inasmuch as I
haven't seen that place since I was about five or six years old (my
grandfather sold it shortly thereafter) and have only vague
recollections of what it looked like.
Oddly, I remember his neighbors and their house more than his. My
dream had me in my grandfather’s garage, engaged in firefight
with a group of invaders who had seized the neighbor’s house.
There were four of them - a man, woman, and two teenage boys -
shooting at me as I vainly tried to get the police on the
phone.
At one point I ran out of ammunition for my AR-15 and frantically
searched the garage for more. I found one of those reddish brown
bakelite magazines for an AK-74 (did they ever make them for the
AK-47?), fully loaded, which I shoved into the magazine well of my
AR. Strangely I got it in and it worked, and I resumed the
imaginary firefight. The dream ended with my wife calling my cel
phone, wondering why I was making so much noise!
Normally I wouldn't bore you with such a story, but this whole
melding of the AK and AR came immediately to mind when I opened my
RSS reader this morning. There I found The Firearm Blog reporting
thatRussian arms maker Molot- a subsidiary of Izhmash,
home of the AK rifle - is going to be making AR-15 rifles!
A number of job shops in this country have been building AK rifles
for some time, though no major manufacturer has seen fit to do so.
I suppose it's only fair that if we're building their guns, they
should build some of ours. I doubt, however, that my magazine
fantasy will be a part of their plans.
What's next - Rossi building double rifles in .416 Rigby??
My buddy Hunter Dan sent this to me - a video about the phenomenon
of 'frazil ice' in Yosemite National Park. This is so cool (pardon
the pun.) Yet another thing to add to my list of places to go and
things to see. Have a good weekend!
Last week I linked to an article about an eery graveyard behind a
sanitarium, and fellow gunsmith Todd Koonce wrote to remind me of
the Library of Dust here in Oregon. It’s something we all
know about, but sadly tend to ignore.
The Oregon State Hospital, the current 'PC' name for what was once
the Oregon Asylum For The Insane, once boasted a cemetery of their
own where unclaimed patient remains were buried. Around 1913 the
hospital, occupying property close to downtown Salem, decided that
they needed the real estate being taken up by those graves. They
had the bodies exhumed, cremated, and stored in copper urns bearing
a distinct resemblance to paint cans.
These urns were put on shelves in the hospital's basement, added to
over the years, but largely forgotten until the mid-1970s. That's
when public outcry resulted in the urns being properly buried in a
special crypt on hospital grounds. This is Oregon, though, where
it's tough to find a dry basement; water infiltrated the crypt,
destroying hundreds of paper labels and corroding many of the cans.
The patient's remains - some 5,000 of them - were exhumed again,
and the corroded and sometimes dented copper cylinders were put
back on shelves in a small room in the hospital.
In 1791, the French Assembly decided that the purpose of capital
punishment was to end a miscreant's life, not to cause him
unbearable pain. A committee was formed for the purpose of devising
a pain-free method of execution that was suitable for both upper
and lower class undesirables. How egalitarian of them!
One of the committee members was a Dr. Joseph-Ignace Guillotin.
While he was opposed to the death penalty, he believed that making
it more humane would lead to its abolition. (The logic behind this
escapes me, but apparently doctors often have this failing: one Dr.
Richard J. Gatling, inventor of the gun that bears his name,
believed that the creation of a terrible weapon would inspire
people to no longer entertain the idea of war. Didn't work for him,
either.)
The French committee eventually came up with a beheading machine,
and because of the good doctor's promotion of the new "humane"
method his name was associated forever with the contraption.
But just how humane is the guillotine?This article at Damn Interestingraises all kinds
of questions about just what happens at the instant one's head is
separated from its support mechanisms. Personally, I hope to never
find out!
On Friday and Saturday I did my annual duty at a local high
school's all-night graduation party. For several years I've
volunteered as part of their security detail, making sure the kids
stay safe from both internal and external threats. (This, despite
having no children of my own! How did I get talked into this?) It
starts every year at about 10:pm and goes until breakfast the next
morning.
I usually get a long nap Friday afternoon before the event, but
this year I couldn't do it. Not in the sense that I didn't have
time, but because I just couldn't fall asleep in the middle of the
day! The net result is that I ended up going 24+ hours without
sleep, and I'm just not used to that kind of thing! After it was
over I crawled into bed and dropped right off to sleep. Saturday
was essentially toast.
Sunday I worked my way up to The English Pit range in Vancouver USA
to help out at a Combat Focus Shooting/Advanced Pistol Handling
class with Rob Pincus. Jeff Varner, one of my fellow Combat Focus
instructors, hosted the course at what is his home range. Great
class.
After class Randy, the club's owner, brought out his Mateba Unica
6. Rob thought the Unica to be mythical, but here is a picture of
him shooting the .44 Magnum beast as Randy looks on in
amusement:
(I have another pic of Rob which is far more embarrassing. I'm
keeping that one in my files as "insurance"!)
Non-related note: the best arrangement of the tune "It Might As
Well Be Spring" is on the 1961 Stan Kenton "Adventures in Jazz"
album. I don't have the liner notes handy, but I believe it's a
Gene Roland arrangement.
I get lots of strange emails, and sometimes a patten emerges in the
subject matter. A year or so ago, I was getting frequent inquiries
as to the cost of custom making a top-break revolver in .44 Magnum
or .454 Casull. My stock answer was a) you don't have the kind of
money it would take, and b) I'm not the guy to be asking. After a
while even that became tedious, and I round-filed every subsequent
one that came in.
Those emails finally stopped, but they've been replaced by emails
asking if I can modify a S&W to have a gas seal mechanism like
a Nagant. They invariably mention that they would like to be able
to suppress such a gun.
The first couple I answered in the negative; after they started
coming in every week or so (yes, from different people), I decided
to go into “ignore” mode. There’s just something
odd about such a request, particularly coming in quantity, and I
rather not encourage continued dialogue.
Why the sudden interest? The only explanation I can come up with is
that some video game or movie features such a gun, prompting the
impressionable to send emails to the first few hits that Google
gives them. (I should be checking my referral logs...)
Since I'm not of the sort that often goes to the movies, let alone
plays video games, perhaps someone out there could tell me if
they've seen such a thing in either of those venues?
Sadly, my dog's fleas aren't terribly talented, unlike the fleas
chronicled in Dark Roasted Blend'sentry on Victorian flea
circuses.
That, however, isn't the end of the story. In the aforementioned
article I learned of a blog devoted to flea circus research.No, I'm not
kidding.
There are some really odd blogs out there. As I always say, though,
“everyone needs a hobby!”
-=[
Grant ]=-
P.S.: It just occurred to me that there may be even odder blogs
floating around the intertubes. Post your strangest blog finds in
the comments. (No extremely profane sites oranythingdealing with sexual
fetishes. We want to see odd, not disgusting.)
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