This is the first Sunday in 8 years that I haven't been embarrassed and ashamed of the couple in the White House. What a change. Like a fresh breeze blowing in from the ocean at sunrise.
I know the left will keep on doing all they can to stop the President from keeping his campaign promises. But the keys to kingdom are in our hands now. I'm not going to worry about them or their antics.
There are many things that the new President can do, if only the Republicans will help him. The Democrats are largely irrelevant now, and the "lefty warriors" like those in the picture above are irrelevant too. But the Republicans can ruin everything, and a lot of them seem determined to do just that. Time will tell. But at least there's a chance to fix things now. After 8 years of Obama, there is much to fix!
On the "living in the mountains" side of things, it's been an interesting few days. Massive storms coming through virtually every day. Heavy rain, strong winds, and thunder intermixed with lightning bolts crashing down into the forest. More of the same for today.
I need to go into town. Or, really, I would like to go into town just for a change. But I haven't been down the Jeep trail since Thursday, and I'm sure I'm going to have to cut my way out. Strong winds, heavy rain after months of drought are a recipe for fallen trees. I like the spot I built on up here, but I sometimes wonder if it would have been better to pick a spot closer to the old forest service road. The Jeep trail is long, and it's getting increasingly difficult to keep open. No son to help and I'm not getting any younger.
Especially in winter time, that trail is long. Pulling a sled all the way from the old forest service road to the top gets harder. That's why I'm overstocking almost everything in the way of supplies now when they predict snow or ice.
The trail was not so much of a problem when my son was here. He and I could clear it pretty quickly using the cross cut saw or a chain saw. But these days, it's just me.
Well, me and the wife and the ferrets, dogs, cats, and chickens.
Right where the trees along the trail begin, and the meadow begins, I have an old pot hanging from a tree. I can go out on the porch and shoot at it when I feel like it. This morning I fired four clips of 8X56R Hungarian out of an M1895. Didn't hit the pot once. Now granted, the M1895 is not a target rifle, but still.....
I always wear shooting glasses, but that means I can't wear my "real" glasses. So I can't see. I tried wearing industrial protective glasses over my real glasses but it doesn't work. I don't want contacts. Haven't come up with a practical solution to this, but I'm open to suggestion.
I reload my own 8X56R. I bought a ton of brass from Graf and Sons when they had a run made overseas. I bought a huge number of the bullets from Buffalo Bullet Company when they were still around. These days, you can buy commercial ammo in 8X56R from Hornaday, Privi Partisan and Graf, but you have to pay about a buck a round for it. Cheaper to just make my own. I bought an entire wooden crate of this ammo in 1988, unopened since it was manufactured in 1938. 1000 rounds in five round clips. The clips are important because they are hard to find, and you can't fire this rifle without the clip. You can't load it one round at a time, and it's the Mannlicher system where you put the clip in the magazine well, and it falls out the bottom when all the rounds are expended.
When a Sporting Goods store went out of business 20 years ago, I bought all the surplus 8X56R they had. Probably close to another 1000 rounds in the clips. I've shot up about half of that over the years. I like the little Model 1895, it's short and handy. Used it for a truck gun for a long time.
Well, that's about all there is to tell for today. Hope all is going well for everybody. We certainly have cause to feel better about life today than we have for such a long time.
Thought for the Day:
Somebody worked hard on this. It's funny.