I’m desperately trying to figure which guns to use…
I’m desperately trying to figure which guns to use…
Last week, I added an Instagram account to this site. So many memes, so little space… It’s to the right. If you are on a phone, or reading it via email, you ain’t gonna see it.
GunpowderedInk <–Instagram Clicky.
I chronicled my adventure.
Dear Diary, today I created a public, but Top Secret Instagram account. This way I can avoid offending anyone who doesn’t want to see this stuff on my private personal account. GunpowderAndInk was taken, so GunpowderedInk will have to suffice. Time to post some humorous, but factually correct pictures promoting Christianity, Conservativism, and Pew-pewing… and smacking liberals with logic. A few of my favorite things.
Oh look, 5 likes. And two adds already. One is selling bottled hotdog water, supposed to cure acne. The other is a holster company.
Today I had the following conversation with my wife.
Wife: “Someone stole your identity! They took your picture. Wow, you are so handsome. I’m such a lucky girl to be married to a hunk like you. But they are posting a bunch of funny, but thought provoking, and truthful stuff on Instagram! (Paraphrased, but mostly correct.)”
Me: “Yeah… that’s me.”
Note to self. Next time don’t use real name or picture, dumbass…
Oh, look. More likes, more adds. More companies of random stuff. Including a sunglass company.
More friends are adding me on Instagram. Because Instagram is suggesting my not-so-secret account to friends on my real account. Buckle up kiddos. While I try to stick to posting family stuff on my private account, this account doesn’t care about your feelings. Regardless of how incorrect or fragile they may be.
A bunch of more companies for random crap are adding me. One is a dude with a lot of hair, who lounges on boats all day with stacks of money next to him. Hmmm… can’t be real. The money would wash away.
A few real people. I’ve been asked several times now what sort of gun I carry by a holster company. Then told to check them out. No thanks, I like my IWB Comp-Tac Minotaur. 10+ years with the exact same holster, cause it’s that freaking awesome.
Sunglass Company liked every single picture I had then unfriended me.
Dear Diary, liberals have already begun arguing me. That was quick. Let the educationing and hurt feelings commence.
Sunglass company added me as a friend again. Yay? Hitting about 10-12 likes per picture. Is this fame? Someone pinch me.
Dear Diary, someone called me a bad name. Since I’m not a Beta Male, it has no effect on me. I laugh at their silliness. I played Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2, a lot back in the day. I’ve heard every possible variation of “I banged your mom” in a multitude of languages I didn’t understand.
Except North Korean, cause they don’t have internet.
Sunglass Company liked all the pictures I posted over the past couple of days. Told me to buy stuff from them. I didn’t respond.
Had my first repost of a picture I posted and hit 18 likes on one picture. Heeeeyyyy. I’m officially INSTA-FAMOUS! I’m going to start offering online coaching for something… I dunno. Whatever makes you feel bad about yourself and you think some random dude on the other side of the internet can give you for money…
Dear Diary, nothing new to report. I posted some pictures and followed ESEE Knives. Cause I just bought one of their ESEE 3’s, military version. It’s beautiful. I’m going to kill and eat things with it.
Sunglass Company unfriended me again.
More random companies keep adding me. Some real, living people mixed in. I’m thinking of offering ‘Good Vibes’ for money. That’s a thing. Instead of praying, people offer ‘Good Vibes’. Whatever the hell that is…
$5.25 per vibration.
Dear Diary, I wonder if women are bombarded with obvious fake accounts, with women in lingerie as the profile pic, who directs them to click an obvious porn link? Or do they get offers from thonged men?
Do the bots know how to differentiate male and female accounts due to our profile pictures?
If unsure of gender, does it double-down and just send one of both?
How do bots differentiate between the other 50 made up genders? Or like me, do they not care.
Sunglass Company refriended me. Woohoo. Liked all of my pictures again. Commented the exact same pitch as several days ago. More companies are pestering me. A few more real people.
Instagram is ridiculous. This is why my personal account is set to private.
Yet I still post pictures, because my phone storage is full of them. And it makes me happy.
Oh, yeah. Still offering ‘Good Vibes’. $5.50 each now. Because I’m INSTA-FABULOUS.
Postal Money Order only.
This fall, I’m going to drive 26 hours to Wyoming, to hunt the second fastest land animal on the planet. Then I’m going to eat it, mount its head on my wall, and make my wife a cave-woman bikini out of the hide.
By the way, Non-Resident Tag prices suck out west. But not in NC. Here it’s like, “Oh, you are from Planet Mars, sure, here’s some extra deer tags to go with your fishing license. That’ll be $15 please. Oh, you want a Bear Stamp too? That’ll be a nickel.” (Kidding, slightly)
Lots of planning involved in this trip.
But the hardest part of planning this hunt… is what gun to use.
Ruger Gunsite Scout, which has quickly become one of my favorite guns. Or a DS Arms FAL.. both in .308.
Decisions, decisions, decisions.
Since I’m going for a buck and a doe, I guess I should just take both…
I’m stoked to go back to Wyoming. It’s been 11 years since I was there last. I spent a week with my old man touring the state and thinking about moving there to be a Peace Officer.
It’s like the promised land. Full of conservatives, freedom, more guns than gas stations, and more antelope and mule deer than people. Plus lots of buffalo and elk and bighorn sheep and grizzlies and oh my!
And the liberals are contained in Jackson Hole for the most part. (Although I hear they are spreading into surrounding areas as they flee the ‘liberal utopias’ of California…)
The only downside? Harsh winters and no sweet tea.
This was from my last trip. I don’t know recall where, but there was this awesome moose just hanging out in a field. Almost like it was a statue or something…
Edit – It’s fitting that the day I post this, this study is in the news.
“Women — even vegetarian women — rated meat-loving men much higher.”
Once again, this just proves that women prefer real men over soy-boy’s, in their momma’s basement, wearing flannel pajamas, and talking about FEELINGS and feminism.
Two AWESOME things worthy of mention.
First, Black Friday sold over 203,086 guns. That’s enough to arm the entire glorious Marine Corps and the little Coast Guard, with some left over. Yet, strangely, we won’t witness 200,000 plus murders occur this week, or next month, or next year, or the next decade. So weird! I thought guns = mass murder?
Second, Congress has FINALLY passed a bill allowing military surplus 1911’s to be sold via TheCMP.org. Sweet! I hope mine has notches carved in it from all the dead Nazis and Imperialists it slayed in RIGHTEOUS 1940’s AMERICAN FURY!
A picture got put on the internet today from a bin of 1,500 guns that were being prepped for transfer to the CMP. They look pretty good, with some nice WWI 1911’s in the mix. So far, as you can read in the link below, the picture checks out as being authentic.
The first rumor I’ve seen is they are going for $900. Which seems steep considering that M1 Garands are almost all sold out, and Service Grade Garands are going for $730. But who knows, the CMP doesn’t make much money anymore since Clinton took their public funding away because he hates guns and freedom and apple pie and his wife. (Can’t blame him on the last one.) So maybe they will be stupid expensive. It’s not like there is a lot of military surplus guns left that can legally be imported until we over-turn this annoying full-auto ban. At any rate, the super rare ones will end up in their auction going for lots of monies. So save your pennies.
Pew, Pew, and carry on.
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Disclaimer – I both love Animals and I support Hunting.
If I was on the Ark, I’d never let them off.
I say that, then think about how much our English Mastiff annoys me… so after 2 days of being cooped up with them I’d probably make them all walk the plank and into the ocean. Two by two. (Not enough is said about Noah’s patience.)
But I support hunting. I wish I had the time, energy, and ability to do a lot more of it. Maybe when I get to move to Wyoming… And personally, I don’t care for the sitting and waiting, and bonding with nature and reverting to your primitive self stuff… I find that boring. But I like the POW-THUD! Part. And meat, I love tasty, tender morsels of flesh.
But here we are – Elephants!
And the US of A goes collectively nuts. The left complains because they complain about EVERYTHING, and because their hero Obama put the ban in place. The right complains because hunting isn’t as popular, understood, or accepted as it used/should be.
Everyone seems to agree that it’s just so SAD to allow them to be killed!
But tell that to the African’s who have eleven-foot-tall, 13,000-pound animals for neighbors. And not just one or two, but HERDS of them. Who will stomp your fences, ruin your crops, poop in your yards, and occasionally go on rampages that destroy houses and cars and kill you, your family, or your neighbors.
So what’s worse?
Or putting upwards of $50,000 into an impoverished economy, humanely and quickly killing a troublesome elephant, giving literally thousands of pounds of meat to the starving locals, and getting a hunt of a lifetime, some pictures, and maybe a pair of ivory tusks to hang on your wall?
But you know what else all that evil, rich, white hunter money goes towards?
Anti-Poaching teams and land/game conservation efforts.
Take that away and see how well these dirt poor countries do at keeping their animals alive. Starving people don’t give a crap how rare an animal is, they’ll eat it as fast as they can kill it. HUGE swaths of Africa are nothing but wasteland because there has been no conservation efforts. But most countries understand the VALUE of leaving them alone for hunters to come pour money into their economy and food on their table.
An elephant getting killed is cause for celebration to local villages. They pour out by the hundreds to start hacking off slabs of meat. Nothing goes to waste.
Now here’s where people say, “But they are magnificent creatures!” (Yes. Yes they are!)
They are intelligent, clever, with a family like social structure, and they even mourn their dead!
Just like Pitbulls right? And they are out right banned, and sometimes confiscated from their owners and killed for simply existing in many cities across America because of the ‘threat’ they pose. And dogs are family members.
They are attractive, intelligent, and social animals, just like Elephants. Except they are loyal and protective.
Mr. Elephant don’t care about you.
So what’s your point?
“They are RARE! Right?” Sure, more rare than the most common breed of dog in America, that so many people automatically hate because of a bunch of crappy owners raising crappy dogs and getting plastered all over the news? Rhetorical Question!
Yes and no, but that’s where conservation comes in.
And believe it or not, conservation is not ‘sit back and let the animals do what they want and never get involved’. Conservation is taking the responsibility of carefully cultivating a species to maintain a healthy population. This means culling. Selectively choosing a certain portion of a herd and removing them to keep the herd healthy.
Quick fact. In the 1950’s Turkeys in North Carolina numbered around 2,000. Through hunting/conservation efforts – By 2015 there are around 250,000 turkeys and hunters were taking out around 30,000 of them a year.
I don’t want to get to heavy into this. But if you allow a herd of deer to reproduce without culling, you’re going to have over-populated area problems. Starvation, disease, car accidents, and predators moving into the area. (Coyotes don’t care what’s on the end of your leash, be it Poodle or Kid. Food is food.) And at the rate of two Bambi’s per Doe a year, they reproduce FAST.
If you think it’s sad for hunters to humanely shoot deer and eat the meat or mount the rack on their wall, think how sad it is for hundreds of deer to slowly starve to death or die of disease?
Or maybe you should youtube predators in action. Trust me, nature is no where near as humane as the treasured ‘one shot drop’. Watch some poor cute animal get ham stringed, then ripped apart and eaten while it’s still alive and tell me we are somehow worse than nature taking it’s course.
Coming back to Elephants, it’s the same thing. There may be less of them, but they need to be properly managed by HUNTERS and CONSERVATIONISTS. They don’t need a bunch of people hollering that every single elephant is precious and should be allowed to live!
They need to be treated like a protected and treasured resource.
If an area can’t support a population, they MUST be culled until it can. And most African countries get this, that’s why they have permits and put resources in place. Other African countries, like Zimbabwe, is an empty field of silent death where nothing sings or moves because the natives killed and ate everything they could find.
This is the jist of the argument:
Basic Americans – “Don’t hurt them!”
Basic Africans – “Kill them! Kill them all!”
African Governments – “Here, go kill whats needed and give us tons of monies. And Stop Poachers! Because they are screwing our balancing up!”
And please don’t bring up the whole ‘evil hunter’ thing that just pumps bullet after bullet into critters. It shows ignorance.We are not poachers spraying Elephants with full-auto AK-47’s and RPKs.
First off, because we can’t buy full-auto guns like that. (Write your congress critter – cause we’d like to!)
Second – No one likes to have to track a wounded animal. It takes time and effort and it sucks. You may not find it, you may have to wander around in the woods all night with a flash light. That REALLY sucks for a hunter. One shot drops are where it’s at and what we all hope for. Be it bunny, deer, or Snuffaluffagus. But if need be, we will hurl another bullet into them as fast as possible if the first didn’t finish them off.
Elephants, Lions, Tigers, Bears, and Oh-My’s are no different. Except those critters may very well kill you if you don’t kill it quick enough.
And probably Snuffy too. Don’t let his Sesame Street behavior fool you.
Personally, I don’t have much interest in shooting an Elephant. Not my thing. I hear Cape Buffalo are a real dangerous thrill and that Hippo’s are not the giant peaceful cows people think they are. But I’d love to wax a Rhino. Won’t happen in my lifetime, but with good conservation and poacher-prevention, and a big inheritance, maybe they will be plentiful enough that my descendants can kill one for me.
Also – Sat is opening rifle day, so I’m going hunting for many deers. Wish me luck.
EDIT – After writing this, this link was shown to me. A quick and worthy read.
To sum up, countries that ban hunting had severe Elephant herd declines due to poaching where-as countries that allowed hunting and promoted conservation saw Elephant herds INCREASE.
On the writing side of things, I discovered SCRIVENER a couple days ago. And actually made myself motion-sick last night by scrolling, cutting, pasting, scrolling, repeating, over almost 80,000 words last night into the program. But it’s supposed to be awesome, right now it’s just kind of confusing. But being able to bounce easily between chapters instead of searching a YUGE 170ish page Word document for the part I need to edit or left off at, is nice.
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After weeks of build up to an Antifa-Apocalypse, with the threat of millions of communists, fascists, and anarchists expected to turn out to overthrow our elected President, we were so stoked. Hundreds of thousands of Americans spent the 4th of November hoping to go out and do some patriot stuff.
Across the nation they loving selected their favorite rifles and pistols, loaded magazines to full capacity, made sure their American flag was unfurled and flying in the breeze, strapped on holsters and magazine carriers, fueled up their vehicles, and prepared for the righteous slaughter that was to come…
But sadly, all the ANTIFA fascists stayed at home.
Probably because their mom wanted them to clean up their room in the basement. Or they were grounded. Or they had a test on Monday at Liberal Loser University in ‘Communist Theory’ and ‘Underwater Sign Waving’.
The “Revolution” turned out to be a fizzle and some poor guys made a lot of wasted signs and wooden bats then looked rather stupid standing among piles of unused makeshift weapons.
For us it was like hunters spending weeks in anticipation, only to find out the season has been canceled because there wasn’t any game to hunt.
Thanks guys – there is nothing as miserable as unloading magazines when we should have been sweeping up fired casings and planting American flags in mounds of your unwashed and uneducated corpses.
Anyways, go wash your face masks, put another coating of lacquer on your shield, and spray paint another cardboard sign. I’m sure you cowards aren’t finished being obnoxious yet.
I hear you guys have another planned protest tomorrow on the anniversary of Trumps election. You plan on collectively screaming at the sky in an attempt to ‘rouse a sleeping giant’.
Good luck with that.
We will be waiting on your violent revolution, and this poster below from Hellhound Apparel shows what our response will be.
And final word of this post goes to legendary Lt. Col Jeff Cooper:
“Let us reflect upon the fact that a man who covers his face shows reason to be ashamed of what he is doing. A man who takes it upon himself to shed blood while concealing his identity is a revolting perversion of the warrior ethic. It has long been my conviction that a masked man with a gun is a target. I see no reason to change that view.”
(For the record – I was out of town running a Spartan Beast race, and I never figured it would amount to anything anyways. But I did have my Glock and a few extra magazines, and a couple thousand pounds of motor vehicle to keep me safe during the ‘mass protests’. I’m told that getting a ‘pretty dunk wall’ picture is a big deal, well this is as pretty as it gets with me…)
EDIT – A fellow Marine just had his first article posted at Appalachian Tactical Academy, on Hardening Your Castle. It’s a great article and from everything I hear, ATA is a fine place to get tactical training for the Citizen-Warrior. Read the article, do some upgrades, then go get training.