Still Too Tired to Blog!

Good day on the range...was pleased with at least one of my El Prez runs with the .44 Special Blackhawk. We've got lots of pictures and video...you can see some of it already on the weekly video podcast, which we filmed during a time-out.

BTW, Lipsey's, the big distributor, just announced their .44 Special Ruger Vaquero, a gun much desired by single action aficionados (like me) and cowboy action shooters. Here's the preliminary press release:

Lipsey’s LLC, a leading nation-wide firearms distributor, is pleased to announce several new exclusive Ruger 44 Special Vaqueros. Since the success of the Flattop 44 Special in 2009, Lipsey’s has had numerous requests for a Vaquero in 44 Special. These much anticipated revolvers will be offered in both blue and high polish stainless steel with black hard rubber checkered grips, and fixed sights. Barrel lengths will include a 3-3/4” Sheriffs Model and the classic 4-5/8”.

That blue Sheriff's Model is calling to me! It'd be right at home with the snub USFA and Uberti .44 Specials. Since it's a Ruger, I'd get an extra round and a firing pin I couldn't break. No pix yet...

Interesting piece on Dave Hardy's OF ARMS & THE LAW essentially agreeing on what I've been saying about us finally reaching a tipping point:

I think we're looking at an enormous cultural shift here. It's a reversal of the shift that occurred in the 1960s. In 1960, firearm ownership was quite acceptable. President Kennedy was happy to accept life membership in the NRA. Somewhere in the early 60s, the American Bar Assn gave an award for a pro-individual rights article on the Second Amendment. And you've probably heard we ancients speak of the days when universities had rifle teams and students thought nothing of bringing guns to school. Then came the 60s -- three assassinations in 1963-68, the summer riots, and by the later 60s guns were the source of all social ills, and anyone who would defend their ownership was a neanderthal, a fool, or a selfish social menace.

Fifty years later, we may be switching back.

Read the whole thing.

Okay...gotta go to bead...in another hour I'll be 60 years old, and we old farts need our rest!