In May of 1986, I went out the back gate of Camp Lejeune, N.C. for the last time. I didn't move here until late August of 1986. At the time, we were living in a beach house on Emerald Isle, NC. We'd been there for about a year , that was my last duty station after Naples, Italy.
I bought myself a good Uniden base station, an American Eagle microphone, and a good radio shack pole antenna. Because I had salt water on three sides of me, I could send a ground wave out about 20 to 30 miles and further out over the Atlantic. At night the shrimp boats were out there, and I enjoyed talking to them. You could see their red trawling lights way out on the horizon. This was long before the invention of cell phones, so sometimes people on the shrimp trawlers would ask me to make phone calls for them, which I gladly did.
CB radio is virtually extinct now, but in the mid eighties it was very common. People had them at home and in their vehicles. There were 40 Channels, but you could get more by using an SSB (single side band) set.
When I moved here, I didn't set my CB unit back up for a number of years. When I finally did, I usually listened to "skip" on the SSB setting. Skip is the radio wave bouncing off the ionosphere, so it's dependent on atmospherics. You might hear someone in Texas perfectly clearly one night, but you have almost no chance of ever finding them again.
There was a piece of equipment called a linear accelerator, which boosted your power out, and thus your signal strength. You couldn't use one if other people lived around you, because the transmissions would bleed over, and you'd be broadcasting on the neighbors television set. But an amplifier did let people send a signal out further.
These days I just listen to short range AM ground wave signals. That means, if there's not a mountain between you and the guy transmitting (terrain masking) you might be able to pick someone up around 10 miles out. Most of the people I listen to are like me, up on a mountain top.
It's an interesting way to keep up on local events. I just listen, because most of the people on the "net" are garrulous older guys and I'm not looking for fishing buddies, etc.
Recently, listening to a discussion on the CB, I heard there was no longer a limit on .22 LR at Walmart, and that they had a large supply in. So, I went to Walmart. They did have vast quantities of Federal .22 LR, both boxes of 50 and "bricks" of 500. But every single brick had the box end cut off.
I asked the lady who works at the sporting good counter why. She said she cut the box ends off because "no one would want to buy that old cheap stuff to keep, and that makes it easier to sell single boxes." Then, although she knows me and knows shooting is my hobby, she asked me if I understood all the "stuff" on the box about the ammo. I had no idea what she was talking about. It turns out, according to her anyway, that people have been buying the lead round nose, thinking they were buying "the good stuff" then going to the range and finding out these were not high velocity hollow points. So they try to return the ammo, which you can't do.
You would have to be very ignorant, very stupid, or very careless, or some combination there of, to do that. But there's no underestimating the low intelligence level of the general public, as I learned first hand working at the state park.
I bought a brick of 500, which I intend to shoot at aluminum cans hanging in trees at different distances from my front porch.
I have a couple of Polish Model 1948 single shot trainers that are fun to plink with.
I also have a number of 22LR pistols I've acquired over time.
The Walther P22 is a fun gun. Light, small, and like most things German, very high quality.
The Stoeger .22LR Luger. I bought two of these at Camp Pendleton on my way to Okinawa in 1979. I left them with my brothers, who were stationed at Pendleton then, and when I came back I kept one and gave the other one to my middle brother. Later on, I found a third one of these pistols in a gun shop in Clarkesville, Ga. They are nice shooters, but getting rare as I haven't seen one for sale in years. Maybe they don't make them anymore.
This is an American Arms P-38 clone in 22LR. Fun gun to shoot. Doesn't cost as much as a real P-38 in terms of ammo, so you can shoot to your hearts content, and you don't have to police up the brass.
Then there are the Ruger .22 LR pistols. I went on a binge collecting different versions of these when I worked at the General Store gun counter part time. Whenever a new version came out, I bought one. Now I have six of them, most of which I haven't ever fired. They are good quality and very forgiving in terms of accepting just about any .22 LR. Or so I have heard from people who have shot them a lot. They feel good in the hand, are accurate, and last forever.
Today's Branco Cartoon
Will this evil hag never go away? The MSM seems to delight in trotting her out whenever she emerges from Grendel's cave. She shows up at the commencement ceremony of Podunk Junction Junior College and there are hundreds of her worshipers there to show their adulation. Why is that news?
Thought for the Day:
Just in Passing:
Probably nobody remembers the old "Pop Eye the Sailor" cartoons from the 1930's. He and I had one thing in common.
I am what I am. I don't make any apologies for it. I'm not a particularly nice person and have never said I was. I don't think I'm particularly bad, either. I cannot, for the life of me, figure out why people who think I am a horrible monster bother to read my blog. I'm not concerned with what they think. I'm not going to moderate my posts to please them. I do care about the good people who come here, and I listen to them. But people who just want to be insulting are wasting my time and theirs.