“[...]I had a conversation in which I joked that the ideal real-world general purpose rifle was a Glock 19 – that is, after all, all the modern man is ever likely to need to survive in the concrete jungles of the American coastal megalopoleis, and heartland waystation-towns alike. The irony of the Scout Rifle is that it’s a late 20th century weapon designed for the 19th; a sort of modernist homage to the romance the post-war generations have had with Brand’s Old West, Kipling’s India, and Conrad’s Africa.”
–Nathaniel F, from The Firearm Blog
I can’t find any fault in that line of explanation, but that doesn’t stop me from being a romantic about the desire for a scout rifle anyway!
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Some pretty nice stuff there.
Bumped the population of H&T Tetras up to 10, so they are now schooling much better. I found a bunch of cool agate on a beach at Powell that I’m cleaning off to add, too. Gonna order some more plants to get that side of things going better. Looking pretty nice all things considered.
Cabela’s had one tiny box of .22 Short blanks, and two small boxes of .22 Long shot shells. Still more rimfire than I’ve seen in a year.
This is where we stayed for most of the time. A good time was had by all, except that the kids down the canyon were complete dicks, starting their party at midnight every day and stopping at 4… but who wants to sleep whilst on vacation? More later, probably, but I think tonight shall be a designated “sleep night.”
I’m off to Utah for a few days to sit on a boat in some canyons and drink rum and tonic water in various combinations. Don’t do anything
I wouldn’t do stupid while I’m gone. If you catch Ebola please cover your mouth when you sneeze. Might could expect some pictures by the end of next week, but don’t count on it. The motto of Houseboat is “Start easy and then just taper off.”
Oh, also, “Happy birthday to me!” “Thanks, me!” “Me, you’re starting to get old.” “Nonsense, the doctor told me the other day that he didn’t think you needed to get your blood screened for high cholesterol and the like until you were 30.” “Wow, me, considering the last 3 years have passed in such a blur, what makes you think the next 3 won’t?” “Stop thinking about that and just go enjoy Powell!” “Sounds like a plan.”
I decided to wear my newest hat today. At least while it’s below 45 out there.
The grass is crispy and the roof is white. Seems early, but there you go.
I’m up to almost an inch and a half since last Friday. Can’t remember the last time we got so much in so short a time.
If you’ve recently visited West Africa, cone back to the US, come down with a sickness that sends you to the hospital… WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU NOT TELL THE DOCTORS WHERE YOU’VE BEEN?
Oh, that’s right, because being named as one of the horsemen of the apocalypse by future historians would be “kinda neat.”
Eegads, people are so dumb.