A Place Called Hope

We stopped briefly in Hope, Arkansas.   Birthplace of our prior Philanderer in Chief.  We didn’t stop because of him, but to get some really fantastic BBQ.  Right now we’re at the Texas Welcome Center, which is WiFi enabled.  We still have about 8 hours to go before we arrive.

The great thing about the south is being able to cross all these borders and not have to take my Glock off.  Bitter has the SIG 239 in the glove box.  The other great thing is decent BBQ.

So, from Pennsylvania to Knoxville was like going from March to April.   From Knoxville to Arkansas is more like late May.   I think I’m heading into June after this.

This might be my last opportunity to post for a while, so I hope my guest bloggers have fun things to blog about.

The Final Push

Stopped briefly in Western, TN, after a fun lunch yesterday with SayUncle and the Instafamily.  We’ll be making the final push onto Texas.  It’s nice down here in Tennessee.   It’s like I’ve stepped into spring.  See you all later, as there is a lot of road to yet cover before the fun time Texas shootout can begin.

Deja Vu All Over Again

In an earlier post, Sebastian described the story of a Philadelphia restaurant owner who shot two would-be robbers, killing one of them.

This follow up in the Philadelphia Inquirer describes a very similar story in 1993 involving the same man with the same results: two robbers shot, one dead and the other facing attempted robbery and aggravated assault charges.

The first confrontation was on Aug. 15, 1993, when two men walked into a grocery run by Lee’s family at 68th Avenue and Broad Street in East Oak Lane.

Police said at that time that the robbery took place about 8:30 a.m., and that Lee pulled his handgun and fired when he emerged from a back room and saw that one of the men had grabbed his wife by the throat.

A 30-year-old man was pronounced dead at the scene from three gunshot wounds, including one to the head. The second man was found nearby with bullet wounds to the chest and thigh.

The best part is that the law never came down on Mr. Lee for doing the city of Philadelphia a favor. And they’re not doing so again.

1935 Beretta

I have recently returned from the range, and before I begin with reviewing the little C&R pistol I just shot, let me tell you it is nice to be shooting at an outdoor range again. With the exception of two ranges (the NRA HQ range and the range at USMA at West Point) I despise with indoor ranges with a fiery burning passion. Anyway, on to the Beretta.

A little history, first. The 1935 Beretta is a .32 ACP blowback operated semi-automatic pistol that was used as the primary sidearm of the Italian Air Force and Navy during WWII and up until the 1951 Beretta was adopted. Functionally, it is exactly the same as its bigger brother, the ’34 Beretta, which is chambered for the larger .380 ACP cartridge. During WWII, the ’35 Beretta was also found with German officers, and was popular with GIs as a capture item, who were fond of its light weight, simplicity, and durability.

I picked mine up off of Gunbroker, and my first impression was very favorable. Mine was manufactured in the 50s, so it’s collector value is low – but I didn’t buy it to have it sit on a shelf. I was also pleasantly surprised to find out that this is the easiest firearm to field-strip that I have ever owned in my life. Drop the mag, lock the slide to the rear, pull the barrel out of the “Beretta” slot in the slide, then unlock the slide and pull it off the front of the weapon. Done. I can literally take it apart and put it back together again in under 20 seconds, it’s that easy.

So, off to the range I went with it. I wasn’t planning on carrying this gun for serious social work, as it’s got a very annoying safety that has to be rotated 180 degrees to bring the weapon into battery; the safety is also in an awkward position to manipulate. At the range I had a box of Speer Gold Dots (20 rounds), and a box of good old Winchester white box (50). All shots were fired at seven yards, due to the rather rudimentary sights on the old gun.

The very first round failed to feed from the magazine, it went nose up. The 50 year old spring was apparently still going strong – good for it. Once I figured out to just load 6 rounds, the gun ran fine on the WWB ammo. Group size at 7 yards isn’t really worth mentioning, however I was able to keep rapid fire strings in the A zone of an IDPA target. The only time the pistol failed to run properly was with the Gold Dots (which is too bad), as the hollowpoint nose would sometimes snag on the ramp. I could fix this if I wanted to carry the gun, but since I’m just going to use it for busting dirt clods on the farm, I’m not too worried.

Ejection was clean and positive; the extractor is located on the top of the pistol so empties would often land in my hair, a mildly disconcerting side effect for someone who shoots mostly revolvers. Recoil was mild to nonexistent, and once I figured out where to put my mitts on the thing, the slide didn’t bite my hand.

All in all, this gun is one of those guns that you don’t really own for any good reason, other than it’s a lot of fun to burn ammo with it. Which, when I think about it is more than reason enough. I did have one thought about the little Beretta, however. Due the fact that it’s very user friendly, accurate, and easy to field-strip, I think with one design tweak (that damn safety), this would make an excellent carry gun. Actually, I’d like to see that. Make the safety more like the type on your 1911s; chamber the pistols in either .32 ACP or .380 ACP and they would sell like hotcakes, I guarantee that. A pistol like that would be able to give the Bersa Thunder a run for its money in the “economy sub-caliber” market.

I’d buy two.

The Obligatory Introduction

For those of you who have seen my comments or have read my three postings regarding football, then you at least know of my existence. If not, hello, my name is Brad, and I’ll be your guest blogger while Sebastian is away on vacation.

A good percentage of Seb’s postings have to do with firearms, and I realize that many of you read his blog because of that. Here’s the rub: I’m not a gun guy. I don’t own one. However, I do support your second amendment rights to keep and bear arms, so you’re not going to hear a whit about gun control from me.

The issues that I’m going to write about have more to deal with the “PA politics” part of the blog. In the next week, you’ll see postings about such issues as Philadelphia schools’ problem with assaults by students on teachers, PA transportation infrastructure woes, and the Pittsburgh Penguins hockey team looking to leave town to that hockey hotbed of Kansas City, MO.

I hope that you stick with me while Sebastian is on holiday. I’m looking forward to hearing your opinions and ideas.

Finished First Leg of Drive

I’ve arrived at Bitchy Mom’s, completing the first leg of my trip which I began after work today. Here I’ve met up with Bitter, and we’ll be trying to consolidate all of our “stuff” into a single Toyota Highlander. Tomorrow we’ll be stopping off in Knoxville to have lunch with SayUncle and this guy, and his lovely wife, and then continue on to a campground somewhere in Western Tennessee.

Reasonable Regulations

SayUncle points to the Brady release that “striking down the District of Columbia’s handgun law is judicial activism at its worst.”

So let me get this straight, you guys don’t want to ban guns, you only want “reasonable regulations” on firearms. But getting rid of DCs near total prohibition on firearms is “judicial activism at its worst”?

If DCs gun ban is a reasonable regulation, then I’ll proudly be unreasonable.

Intro from Ahab

Hmm…it seems that I have been beaten to the punch by Christina; but for what it’s worth here’s my introduction. I’m Ahab, the author of What Would John Wayne Do, but most of you know that because I don’t think I have any readers that don’t read over here.

I occasionally update my blogs on weekends, but since Sebastian is out of town, I was going to post tomorrow. Tomorrow is a Shooting Saturday, and I’m going to be trying out my new (to me, anyway) 1935 Beretta. I’ll be forcing you to read sharing my results with you guys.

Intro

First off, I would like to say that if I had known my user name could have spaces I would have separated the words in my name. I assumed I couldn’t have spaces, and now I feel silly. Oh well!

This is just a short intro post, and then I probably won’t post again until Sunday since I’ll be working all weekend. I understand that in the blogging culture this isn’t a big deal since most people write/read blogs during the week anyway while at the office. I haven’t had an office job in almost five years, and unfortunately I have yet to find a strip club that is modern enough to offer wireless Internet access. Actually, that would be a really bad idea. Customers would bring in their laptops and look at porn online and all the dancers would get pissed. So never mind.

I have a rather distinctive look, and I do magazine modeling as well, so I’m going to be pretty vague about my identity and location. I understand that this is also perfectly acceptable in the blogging culture. I already feel like you guys are really quite an accepting bunch!

About me: Christina is not my real name, but it’s one of the names that I frequently give to customers who demand to know my real name. I’m in my early twenties, and I’ve been married three years. We’re childfree. Before I started stripping I was a personal trainer, and before that I was a philosophy student at a bottom first-tier private college. I started stripping about two years ago. Sebastian was actually one of the first people I told I was thinking about stripping. He was pretty appalled by the idea. Now I think he’s just amused.