The Grey

Went to the movies and saw The Grey. You have to give them the premise. Like a science fiction movie, where you have to allow space flight or aliens, here you have to allow them the situation. Because I think even if they had survived the crash, exposure would have killed them all in pretty short order.

It explores what it is to be alive, how we face the burdens we carry, and what it is to see our impending death. And in those situations asks the question, what does honor ask of a man?

RAOP gives it 3 1/2 stars.


What 5 Guns Would I Buy?

Sharp as a Marble started it, I think. The question is “What 5 firearms would I purchase, should neither price nor practicality be an issue?”

I know the first one. It immediately came to mind.

1. 1928 Thompson. My grail gun. The one I will never own. It’s not the paperwork or the tax stamp. It’s the current cost. I’ve had the opportunity to shoot one a few times. Best device ever for turning money into noise.

The others will be ones that could, maybe will, come into my possession.

2. Colt Python. .357 Magnum, deep blued steel, 6″ barrel.

3. M1A.
The semi-auto version of the M-14. Derived from the M-1 Garand, chambered in .308, the last of the .30 caliber U.S. battle rifles.

4. A high-end custom 1911.
I don’t have a particular company or gunsmith in mind, I just want one where everything is done and done right. I’m regularly shooting an inexpensive Para and it runs just fine. This is just a want, without reasons.

5. An over/under shotgun.
They are ridiculously expensive, and I can break 18 out of 25 with my Auto-5 as well as I could with a Holland & Holland or a Fabbri, but I would buy one just the same.

That’s my list today. It might change if you asked me in a week. If I did ever own any of them, they would be shooters, it would be the only reason to have them.

What would you buy?

A Gift

The same friend that taught me to cast is retiring from the hobby. For a number of reasons, age, health, and other responsibilities, he no longer has the time or interest. He brought me all his cast bullets. It took multiple trips. Dozens of boxes and containers of all sizes filled with everything you could imagine. Pure linotype .30 caliber rifle bullets, pure lead .44 caliber balls, 7mm sized and lubed, it just went on and on. Each one more obscure than the last.

I was generous with them, called my friends, gave away thousands, only kept those I thought I might load. When I was done, I still had boxes that had been identified as only suitable to be remelted. Last night I fired up the propane, put on all the safety gear, and made these.

There’s no getting around the work involved. If you want clean ingots to put in the casting pot, you have to take this step. The next time I want to cast some .45s, I’ll be ready.