Notes from the gun shop...

Quite busy today.  While we only did 5 transfers/background checks we really moved the muzzleloading stuff and accessories.  Answered lots of questions as well.   For those of you collecting Lee Loaders we got a bunch of old ones, new in box old stock.  .375 H&H, .244/6mm Remington, .264 Magnum and others.  We were so busy with customers (I love it as it makes the day fly by instead of dragging) that there was no time for small talk.  There weren't any unusual or interesting guns either.   That's how it goes sometimes.

Good morning white world...

I tried to take a panoramic view of the park across the street from the house.  I did it without a tripod and you can see that it isn't going to stitch together so well.  BUT, you should be able to see the "big" snow we got before Halloween this year.  Some people are really excited.

Last night we had our friends Steve and Barbara H_____ over with Barbara's daughter Beverly and her 11-year old son, Dante.  They live in Salisbury, North Carolina and don't see a lot of snow.  Dante was pretty excited by the early snow.  It is great to be able to play while the roads are still relatively warm and so clear of accumulation.

Nana is from Florida between Pensacola and Mobile, Alabama and like most people from that area she seldom saw any snow at all while growing up.  Consequently the "magic" of a snow fall is particularly strong for her.  It was for her dad as well.  Shorty and Mazie came up to visit one November and we had snow.  He had to get in his truck, drive across the street to the football field parking lot and spend some quality time "doing donuts" there.  He was 63 or so at the time.  I remember thinking, "is this why they say youth is wasted on the young?"  He had a great time.

As with most early snows, this one is pretty wet and the maples and some other broadleaf trees have yet to drop their leaves.  I just heard of one power outage, but such things are common in this circumstance. The northeast U.S.A. is supposed to get quite a bit more snow that we'll get here.

Yes, I would hunt in this weather but more so yesterday as the weather was coming in and the animals were out feeding in preparation for it.  Unfortunately, I'm working today.  Bother...

Squirrel hunting...

Took the Marlin Model 39A Mountie squirrel hunting today.  Had a run in with a good rain shower and it was quite windy.  Spotted one of the gray tree rats and tried to put the sneak on him.  Despite all my tricks he managed to stay out of harms way all the way to his nest and then he peeked out to watch me.  I was close enough but leaving him 20 feet up in the tree wasn't the goal.  I moved on.  Didn't spot any more of them. Time ran out and I went home.  Nana and I had a late lunch. 

Jamison International Kaput...

Old news by now but I had a thought that I better record it here, for posterity don't you know, that Jamison International, makers and purveyors of cartridge brass, common and rare, are closing the doors.  The last orders have presumably shipped, the fights for the assets have presumably begun and a new iteration will likely appear when markets permit.  They did well when the government took all they could produce but they ignored their private sector customers for the big government contracts and have little brand loyalty to fall back on.  I believe I do have some of their .45-75 brass.  It is supposed to be good, although mine has never been loaded.  Anyway, the company is now one for the history books and a future reloader's trivia question.

Squirrel hunting interruptus...

I had a couple of "chores" to do before heading off for fun and frolic with gun in pursuit of the "wiley" squirrel.  Without a care in the world, I walked out to my Ford F150 (late 2004), got in and started her up.  As I backed out I heard a fairly loud "click" and then a "whoooooosh" and then a "thunk".  At first, I thought I'd hit something in the parking area but couldn't remember seeing anything there as I walked up to the truck.  Then I noticed that the driver's side window was open.  Hoping against hope, I thought that perhaps I'd left the window open (but never do) and tried to roll it up.  No go.  Clearly the window regulator had failed.  Last February it was the passenger door regulator that failed.  So, I went and did my "chores" and then to the Ford dealer to drop off the truck and wait for a ride home.  No squirrel hunting today and likely not for tomorrow either!  At least it isn't raining.

Notes from the gun shop...

Boy, did business pick up yesterday!  Hardly a minute for even a bathroom break, we were kept hopping.  I like it.  Unfortunately, I think, we only did 8 background checks.  The sales were in all the other things mostly muzzle-loading and reloading stuff.  No neat or special guns although we did do a transfer on a Kel-Tec PMR30.  Boy, are the owners of these ecstatic about having them.  Also sold ammo to squirrel hunters (I'm going out today for some squirrel hunting fun).  Did help solve some "problems" and mount a couple of scopes. 

Rowing boats

My Grandmother Flint in Winona on Lake George ca. 1965

I like boats. I like the sound of the water slapping the hull. I like the sensation of floating. I like handling boats. I like old boats, too. I like lots of old things. One of the old boats I like is Winona. Winona now resides in the Mystic Seaport Museum but whether she's on display or simply whiling away her days in storage I don't know. Built by Jared Bartlett of Sabbath Day Point on Lake George in New York about 1900 or so, she's been rowed, sailed, and motored all around Lake George and on Barnegat Bay. I started my relationship with the boat in 1960 but she'd been with the family since she was built. Originally she was one of a pair, but where the other went I've not a clue.

On Barnegat Bay, summer 1960

My Grandmother, her sisters, their children and grandchildren (including yours truly) spent many hours learning about boats, themselves and life in general aboard this small wooden boat.  For years and years she was kept not one-half mile from where she was built.

It is now many years ago that my Grandmother and I shared rowing duties on Barnegat Bay but I still have some memories of the event.  I remember being placed in Winona and told where to sit, I remember Grandpa pushing us out into the bay for the photo (Mom took this picture) and I remember Grandmother Flint telling me that this was important.  I was the fifth generation to ride in Winona.  It was clear to me then that I was responsible for something, for preserving this whether it was the traditions or the boat itself but I knew that this was a big deal.  That I took my first rowing lesson was a rite of passage and it was so important that the whole thing was planned and recorded.  It was so important that I remember.

Winona was very adaptable.  One could take the stern seat back out and mount a rudder.  With my sister and I providing the motive force Grandmother could take a comfortable cruise just exactly where she wanted to.  Add the lee-boards and sail rig and one could sail Winona but I never got to do that.  Larry and Mike (cousins) did.  I heard they had some adventures!  (and I have a photo of Winona under sail somewhere...) There were still marks on Winona's transom from the early 3-horse Evinrude she'd had back in the 1930s-1940s.  I had her out in some rough water and once was able to keep up with a rather large sailboat cruising down the lake towards Ticonderoga.  I was disappointed when I was told that Winona was going to Mystic, but, it was the sensible thing to do.

This is Mom standing on the haul-out with Winona about 1935 or 1936.

There are more photos of Winona which follow...

Is Winona in this mass of boats at the 1927 Lake George Marathon?

Not a great photo, this is Winona out of the water at Lake George.  The water level may have been down a bit that year.  I think the year is 1948 and that is Mom's friend Joyce...

Projects...

Because the weather hasn't been conducive to hunting (really windy or really raining) I've been working on reloading projects. I started by doing .45 Auto Rim, loading Mount Baldy 250 gr. Keith bullets over 7 gr. of Unique. Now that I've filled that brass, I've got another project, M1 Rifle ammunition for the Garand. I've got a lot of brass, 500 bullets, and enough powder to get them all loaded. Not certain if I've got space for the ammo though.

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"Jokes"

All humor is based on truth.  Some humor is hard to take.  It is harder if you really get the point.

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Curtis & Leroy saw an ad in the Starkville Daily in Starkville, MS. and bought a mule for $100.

The farmer agreed to deliver the mule the next day.

The next morning the farmer drove up and said,"Sorry, fellows, I have some bad news, the mule died last night."

Curtis &Leroy replied,"Well, then just give us our money back."

The farmer said,"Can't do that. I went and spent it already."

They said, "OK then, just bring us the dead mule."

The farmer asked, "What in the world ya'll gonna do with a dead mule?"

Curtis said, "We gonna raffle him off."

The farmer said, "You can't raffle off a dead mule!"

Leroy said, "We shore can! Heck, we don't hafta tell nobody he's dead!"

A couple of weeks later, the farmer ran into Curtis & Leroy at the Piggly Wiggly grocery store and asked.

"What'd you fellers ever do with that dead mule?"

They said,"We raffled him off like we said we wuz gonna do.."

Leroy said,"Shucks, we sold 500 tickets fer two dollars apiece and made a profit of $898."

The farmer said,"My Lord, didn't anyone complain?"

Curtis said, "Well, the feller who won got upset, so, we gave him his two dollars back."

Occupying... wherever

My dear grandchildren,

I don't want to discuss politics in this journal but let's face it, politics affects everything including our hobbies and our family life. It will be affecting yours and what is happening now, today (and for the past 3 weeks) is something I want to tell you about.

There's a "group" (which implies organization) that calls itself or is referred to by the propagandists as "Occupy Wall Street". They've been camped out in a private park in New York City effectively drawing attention to themselves through their general and diverse opposition to all things in our society and by their slovenly personal arrangements there. The "movement" is reported to have spread elsewhere in the USA and the rest of the world and in some cases the "demonstrators" have acted violently. Yesterday this "movement" came to Harrisonburg and they've already "demonstrated" in Staunton.

Many of these people strike me as being the useful idiots of others (often seen masked in the videos). Ignoramuses who demonstrate their ignorance of life through the words they use in the "interviews" conducted by the "news" reporters. Some are clearly youthful idealists blindly rebelling against their parents (whose income comes from investments in American businesses). Some, if not many, in some, if not many, of these "demonstrations" are self-admittedly paid agitators. Paid by whom? By socialist organizations such as MoveOn.Org and the Tides Foundation funded, quite ironically for the "protesters", by such as multi-billionaire George Soros. Even more ironically, and you simply can't make this up, George Soros has made his billions from the misery of others everywhere in the world. Whether or not he has orchestrated these circumstances, he has repeatedly taken advantage of and thus exacerbated economic problems in one country after another. It appears that he has also been taking advantage of the current economic problems and again seeking to lengthen or maximize his opportunity(s) by funding those others who would contribute to disorder and disfunction.

Sadly, in 2008 the American people elected as President a man seemingly dedicated to the destruction of this country. A man whose entire upbringing was by socialists, bigots, and false religionists and for whom this country is the epitome of evil which must be "fundamentally changed". Further, his campaign was funded, at least in part, by the same people who are funding these demonstrations. Not so surprisingly, this man has actually made official statements supporting this attack on our economic and governmental systems.

We can only pray that enough others will be as open to the truth as we are so as to throw him and his party of quislings out of power. It may be that you will never get to read this but I think that if you are reading it we might have succeeded. I pray that we do and that you know that we, your parents and grand-parents back many generations, worked hard to give you the very best opportunities possible.

PS - Today we discover, not altogether unexpectedly, that some of the "protesters" are thieving from their fellow "protesters" just as they desire to thieve from us.  We also discovered by means of a poll of the "protesters" that this is their hobby and that they are overwhelmingly socialists with 31% of them supporting violence in pursuit of their goals (and some have exhibited that proclivity).   

Notes from the gun shop...

Not much happening apart from sales of ammo, muzzle-loading stuff and guns (7 in the last two hours today!). The Marlin 1889 Deluxe .38 WCF is still in the shop. It is asking $1800+ but negotiation will bring the price down a bit. Very nice gun overall.

I have to ask, why is it that some folks will ask you a question but make it clear they don't really want/like your answer? They will either argue with you, with absolutely no background to know different/better, or ask the "other" guy working the exact same question. I love it when the "other" guy gives them the exact same answer and they say, "Well, that's what HE said!" It seems they expected a different answer. Some are so dumb that if they get the same answer worded differently they THINK it IS a different answer. Yes, you see (hear) these people everywhere not just in the gun shop. I wish I understood why they do this, then MAYBE I could help them along a little quicker.

By the by I came home to a good dinner. Nana is cooking more of these now that she's retired.

Local photos from some time ago...

Given the genealogical research I've been doing lately I thought these were interesting...

A mountaineer family poses in front of a cabin, Dark Hollow, Shenandoah National Park

Families were forced from the Blue Ridge so that the National Park could be established.  "Forced" is not too strong a word as some families or certain members of some families had to be physically removed.  Although farm life on the rocky slopes of the Blue Ridge could be hardscrabble and daunting to the extreme, many, perhaps most, residents were very reluctant to surrender title to land for the much tenuous life in the lowlands on either side of the park.  Many families today continue to harbor resentment over the removal.

Much of the building of the infrastructure was done by the Civilian Conservation Corps, sometimes with former residents of the park lands.  They had no choice, it was work or starve now that they had been removed from their land.

When President Franklin D. Roosevelt dedicated Shenandoah National Park in 1936, a novel experiment in public land use was begun. At the time, most national parks were being set aside to protect already-existing natural beauty, wildlife, and wilderness. Shenandoah National Park was an attempt to determine if 196,466 acres of damaged mountain land would revert to a pristine state if set aside and protected from further human alteration.

The land-use experiment would run counter to the traditional precept that land was to be used in ways most beneficial to man and that nature and wilderness were little more than impediments to be conquered. Long, narrow Shenandoah National Park—100 miles in length and ranging from 13.2 miles to less than 1 mile in width—was formed from mountain land that had been the subject of hard human use since the first settlers began trickling into the area in the early to mid-1700s.

By the beginning of the twentieth century, farmers had established agriculture, orchards, and grazing land. Loggers increased the cutting of the mighty oaks and chestnuts and dragged them off the mountains. Sheep and cattle grazed where bear, elk, and wolves once roamed. The thin soil was wearing out along the crest of the Blue Ridge range where Shenandoah National Park was to be located.

Weary of the hard scrabble life in the mountains, people were beginning to move out. More than half the residents had left by the mid-1920s. The rest sold their land for establishment of the park, or they were relocated with federal assistance.

Not everyone was ready to leave the mountains. The people whose farms and homesteads were condemned fought the legal seizure by the Commonwealth of Virginia for a dozen years. Though the federal government permitted a few residents to live in their homes for the remainder of their lives, among the descendants of the mountain families, resentment still simmers in little towns such as Elkton, Luray, Sperryville, and Stanardsville in the Shenandoah Valley and Piedmont Virginia.

Land acquisition for the park would take years. But a 100-foot right-of-way for the Skyline Drive was acquired quicker through gifts and special purchases. The highway along the ridge was planned as the park's outstanding feature. President Herbert Hoover, who had a vacation cabin on the nearby Rapidan River, urged the approval of funding for road construction. Local crews began work in 1931, and on August 29, 1939, Skyline Drive was opened.

By Deane and Garvey Winegar

Links:
- The Taking of Via Mountain
- Shenandoah secrets: Pork, propaganda, and the creation of a COOL national park

Dueling with wax bullets in 1909 New York

Why?  I don't know.  Looks to be a pair of Lepage pistols...

DUELLING WITH WAX BULLETS, NEW YORK, 1909

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