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California Cops

Just another reason why the rest of the Republic thinks that we are all nuts!

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California You have to be kidding, right!?!

One of the more $$$ places in LA that is about 25 miles or so from my place

It”ll be a fun ride down that hillside when the big one hits here! Grumpy

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A Victory! All About Guns California

Whoa!!!!!!!!!

About 95% of the population in California, which has had some of the nation’s strictest gun-control laws, live in counties of that size. US circuit judge Lawrence VanDyke, who was appointed by Donald Trump, said the Democratic-led state’s law could not stand under the US supreme court’s 2022 landmark gun rights ruling.
Why do you suppose the law was written the way it was – the counties with more people thing? I’d have to believe that had everything to do with LA and SanFran and pretty much nothing else. There’s gotta be some seriously pissed off gun-haters out there right now. Good.
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California COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

One of the few advantages of living in LA is no snow!

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All About Guns California Hard Nosed Folks Both Good & Bad Manly Stuff This great Nation & Its People

“One Man With Courage Is A Majority” The Story Of Jonathan Davis By John Connor

December 19, 1854 was a cold day in California’s Sierra Nevada Mountains. Three prospectors carefully traversed a rough trail in aptly named Rocky Canyon in El Dorado County, near the North Fork of the American River.

Unknown to them, 14 heavily armed bandits lay in ambush ahead. Unknown to both parties, three miners watched from a nearby hilltop. They were about to become witnesses to what historian John Boessenecker calls, “The single most extraordinary feat of self-defense by an American civilian in the annals of frontier history.”

Jonathan R. Davis was born in Monticello, S.C. in 1816. Following his education at the University of South Carolina, he enlisted in the Palmetto Regiment of Volunteers and was quickly promoted to lieutenant.

Davis fought with distinction in several battles in the Mexican War. He was wounded at Churubusco in 1847, along with over 1,100 other American casualties. In those days, simply surviving one’s wounds and the inevitable infections was too much for all but the toughest of men. Jonathan Davis proved to be made of boot leather and barbed wire—a tough man indeed.

Davis mustered out of the Army in 1848 with the honorary rank of captain, and, along with hundreds of other veterans, cast adrift after the war; he later headed for the gold fields of California. There, his soldierly demeanor, skills with arms and unblemished character earned the respect of his fellow prospectors. He was known as a superior marksman, and described by a friend as “second to none in the state as a fencer.” He was never seen without his two Colts and a big Bowie knife.

The Gold Rush drew dreamers, dilettantes and desperadoes from all nations, either to seek their fortunes in the streambeds and hills, or to prey upon those who did. Since most honest prospectors were armed and determined, the predators frequently formed murderous gangs and operated by raid and ambush.

One such gang was made up of two Americans, five Australians, two Britons, four Mexicans, and a Frenchman. In just the two days previous to December 19, they had robbed and murdered six Chinese and four Americans. Ambushing three men in a lonely canyon must have seemed like plucking flowers. But one of those men had never been anybody’s daisy.

Ambushing The Wrong Party

As Davis, his good friend Doctor Bolivar Sparks, and James McDonald picked their way along the trail, all 14 bandits leaped from cover and opened fire. McDonald was killed instantly, dropped before he could even pull his revolver. Dr. Sparks got off two shots as he fell, his fire apparently going wild.

Jonathan Davis drew his Colts and commenced firing until they ran dry. It is unknown if any of his slugs missed, but when the firestorm ended, seven of his attackers lay dead or dying, and the rest had also run out of ammo.

The fight wasn’t over. Four of the bandits charged, one with a short sword, the other three with knives. Davis drew his Bowie and engaged. In seconds, he had killed three and grievously injured the gang’s leader, among other wounds, cutting off his nose and a finger. The three surviving bandits ran for their lives. And those three miners on the hilltop saw it all.

Davis had suffered two flesh wounds, but he immediately began tearing strips from his shirt and bandaging not only his good friend Dr. Sparks, but also three mortally wounded but still breathing bandits, trying to save their lives as well. He won, they had lost, and as the victor, mercy was his duty to give.

When the witnesses came running up the trail, Davis leaped to McDonald’s body, grabbed his loaded revolver and shouted “Halt!” John Webster, Isaac Hart and P.S. Robertson identified themselves and explained they had been out hunting game and had seen the entire fight. They assisted Davis in tending the wounded, then returned to their camp, bringing back 15 others to witness the bloody scene and help dig graves.

As the sun went down, three wounded bandits died. The noseless leader confessed to his gang’s 10 murders on the 17th and 18th. He died the following day. One of the miners counted six bullet holes in Jonathan Davis’s hat and 11 more through his shirt and coat.

The bandits’ bodies yielded $491 in gold and silver coins, nine watches (two silver and seven gold), and 4 ounces of gold dust. Davis informed the group that Dr. Sparks, who was still clinging to life, had a home and family in Coloma; he urged that all the ill-gotten plunder should go to Dr. Sparks’. They agreed.

The Aftermath

The next day, all the dead were buried. Being law-abiding men, the group formed a coroner’s jury, wrote out a report of the incident, citing all evidence and witnesses statements, and concluded Davis’s party acted in self-defense. Seventeen of them signed it and it was sent to Placerville, the county seat. Davis carried his friend Bolivar Sparks to his home in Coloma, where the doctor passed away on December 26th.

In the months following, many people expressed doubt about Davis’s deed, and city folk proclaimed it wild exaggeration. Davis sought neither publicity nor notoriety, but was stung by the challenges to his honor, and felt it was disrespectful to his dead friends. Finally, Davis and the witnesses appeared before Judge R.M. Anderson and a court of inquiry, where detailed depositions and comparisons of statements set the matter to rest.

Jonathan Davis said, “I did only what hundreds of others might have done under similar circumstances, and attach no particular credit to myself for it.” Indeed, hundreds of others might have—but would they have done it so well?

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California You have to be kidding, right!?!

He gifted Calif. one of its largest city parks. Then he shot his wife.

One of LA’s most important benefactors also spent time in San Quentin

East side of Griffith Observatory in the city of Los Angeles.

East side of Griffith Observatory in the city of Los Angeles.

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To get a sense of what Griffith J. Griffith achieved for Los Angeles, all you have to do is hike up to the summit of Mount Hollywood, the second-highest point in the 4,210-acre urban wilderness park that bears his name.

“I find it a miracle that you look out over the basin and then you turn around and you look over the San Fernando Valley, and there is all of this urban and suburban sprawl, and some way, somehow, in the middle of it, there is this 4,000 acres for all of us,” said Mike Eberts, a professor of mass communications at Glendale Community College and author of a 1996 history book on Griffith Park published for the park’s centennial. “And Col. Griffith made that happen.”

“If there’s a list of people who’ve really made Los Angeles a great place to live, Griffith would be very high on that list,” Eberts, a board member of the Griffith Charitable Trust, continued.

In 1896, Griffith donated a massive piece of land to the city to be used as a public park, which today remains both a key city landmark and one of the largest municipal parks with urban wilderness in the United States. (For context, it is more than four times the size of San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park.)

The park likely wouldn’t exist today if it weren’t for Griffith’s foresight to set aside the land as green space in the city’s booming early days; he declared it “a place of recreation and rest for the plain people.” But while Griffith’s name is now emblazoned on the park, an observatory and a major boulevard, his legacy is complicated.

Construction of Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles, 1934.

Construction of Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles, 1934.

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General view of the Hollywood Sign above Lake Hollywood on April 4, 2025, in Hollywood, Calif.

General view of the Hollywood Sign above Lake Hollywood on April 4, 2025, in Hollywood, Calif.

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In 1903, Griffith shot his wife in the face in a jealous rage and spent two years at San Quentin.

“He was a flawed man,” Eberts said, adding, “I like to think of him as someone who rose above his flaws.”

Col. Griffith J. Griffith was born in Wales in 1850 and moved to the United States as a teenager, later starting a career as a journalist covering mining in California.

He started working for mining companies as a side gig while still reporting on them (if you’re unfamiliar with journalism, that’s what’s called a conflict of interest) and eventually dropped the writing gig to manage mines full time.

In 1882, he moved to Los Angeles and purchased Rancho Los Feliz, 4,071 acres of a former land grant, all while dabbling in real estate and ranching and generally moving up into the city’s more elite circles.

Col. Griffith J. Griffith was also, notably, not a colonel. While he’d served as a major of riflery practice in the California National Guard, the colonel title was “apparently self-bestowed,” according to Eberts.

Portrait of Griffith J. Griffith circa 1910.

Portrait of Griffith J. Griffith circa 1910.

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In 1887, then-36-year-old Griffith married 23-year-old Mary Agnes Christina (“Tina”) Mesmer, daughter of an elite and wealthy Los Angeles family; “Union of Two Very Wealthy Los Angeles Families,” a headline proclaimed at the time.

Their relationship had developed while Tina was set to receive a large inheritance, something Griffith would have been aware of when the two first met, according to “Enlightened Egomaniac: The Life, Times & Crime of Griffith Jenkins Griffith,” a book by Miguel Llanos.

Griffith donated most of his rancho to the city in December 1896 (the press dubbed it a Christmas gift to Los Angeles) with much pomp and circumstance.

“Recognizing the duty which one who has acquired some little wealth owes to the community in which he has prospered … I am impelled to make an offer, the acceptance of which by yourselves, acting for the people, I believe will be a source of enjoyment and pride to my fellows and add a charm to our beloved city,” Griffith wrote in a letter to the mayor and city council.

At the time, the land “wasn’t really recognized as anything significant,” because it was so far away from downtown Los Angeles, according to Marian Dodge, board member at Friends of Griffith Park. To sweeten the deal, Griffith threw in land along the Los Angeles River, including the water rights.

Back then and in the years since, allegations and rumors have swirled that Griffith had other motives when making his generous donation — perhaps because previous business ventures at the rancho hadn’t panned out as planned, or to stop paying taxes on a huge piece of undevelopable property.

But regardless of motives, the giant parkland was set aside for generations of Angelenos, a slice of wilderness that dwarfs New York City’s Central Park several times over, set right in the middle of what became the nation’s second-largest city.

That massive swath of protected land means a chunk of the Santa Monica Mountains has been left undeveloped for over a century, while in other parts of the mountain range, conservation groups have had to fight to protect small pieces of habitat bit by bit, Dodge said.

“Griffith spoke of ‘taking time by the forelock, err it be too late,’ and so he really did see that this kind of frontier town, which we were when he donated the land in 1896, he envisioned it growing into a great city all around this park,” Eberts said.

Hotel Arcadia in Santa Monica, Calif., 1891.

Hotel Arcadia in Santa Monica, Calif., 1891.

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Then, amid his peak of local celebrity and reverie, Griffith committed a violent crime. Griffith and Tina were staying at a hotel in Santa Monica with their teenage son when an inebriated Griffith became paranoid and suspicious of Tina, accusing her of infidelity and asking if she was poisoning him (accusations she denied).

As the fight escalated, Griffith asked Tina to kneel, place a hand on a prayer book and answer his questions.

“His (last) question was: ‘Have you always been faithful to your marriage vows?’ I said: ‘As God is my judge, I have.’ As I answered the last question, he shot me,” according to a 1903 statement from Tina.

Tina survived but lost an eye and was disfigured by her injuries. She swiftly moved to divorce Griffith, and the judge granted the divorce in less than five minutes.

The day after the shooting, Griffith went right back to business around Los Angeles, including stops at his downtown office and a luncheon at the Jonathan Club.

When confronted by reporters about his wife’s injuries less than 24 hours prior, Griffith said that “the whole thing was purely accidental” and that Tina’s injuries were more from a fall out of the window than from the shot (Tina had jumped out of the hotel window to escape Griffith after he shot her).

Mug shots of Griffith J. Griffith, April 5, 1905.

Mug shots of Griffith J. Griffith, April 5, 1905.

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Griffith was ultimately found guilty of assault with a deadly weapon and sentenced to two years in San Quentin. When he emerged, he became an outspoken advocate for prison reform. Griffith J. Griffith “tells horrors of prison life” and “wages humanitarian crusade throughout country,” proclaimed one Los Angeles Herald headline in 1908 after Griffith’s release.

He also doubled down on securing his legacy as a wealthy yet generous member of the Los Angeles elite by offering $100,000 to the city to build a new observatory in Griffith Park.

Some city officials balked at taking more money from a man convicted of such a crime, and the efforts were slowed by litigation and debate for years. “The city still wanted his land, they still wanted his money, but they’re keeping him a little at arm’s length,” Eberts said.

Ultimately, Griffith left money to the city in his will for the construction of what became the Griffith Observatory and the nearby Greek Theatre, both of which opened in the 1930s, over a decade after Griffith’s death.

Helicopter point of view of Griffith Park Observatory in Los Angeles.

Helicopter point of view of Griffith Park Observatory in Los Angeles.

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Hiking path leading up to Griffith Observatory, with several hikers in the distance and trees on the edge of the path.

Hiking path leading up to Griffith Observatory, with several hikers in the distance and trees on the edge of the path.

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Griffith’s large donations appear to have memorialized him as a generous benefactor for the city, mostly overshadowing his violent crime.

In 1996, as part of Griffith Park’s centennial anniversary celebrations, a 14-foot bronze statue of Griffith was erected near the park entrance at the corner of Los Feliz Boulevard and Crystal Springs Drive.

The statue came after members of the Griffith Charitable Trust realized that “there was no dedication to the man who’d given the city this extraordinary gift,” according to nonprofit Friends of Griffith Park.

So the controversial figure now looms large over a busy intersection just outside the park, with a quote from Griffith that reads, “Public parks are a safety valve of great cities and should be made accessible and attractive where neither race, creed nor color could be excluded.”

The quote is attributed to Colonel Griffith, permanently cementing Griffith’s long con in stone.

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As you see from this California & especially LA has always been a weird, violent and fun place to live.

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Los Angeles: Behind the Glittering Facade

One of the biggest problems that this state is that of over population. Seeing that when I was born here some 60 plus years ago. California has seen a growth from about 15 Million people to 39 plus million souls. 

Now this may be shock to some but most folks out here live  and work near the ocean.

Problem is that there is only so much land where you can reasonably build housing.  As most of the land out here is either Mountainous, really hot desert or very valuable farmland. So housing is going to be very & I mean VERY expensive.

Next problem is that we are way out from the part of America that builds things.  So add in another expense with shipping and getting things.

Another huge problem is water. Seeing that God only gives us so much of it. Now add in the political refusal to start up Desalination plants and tap into the ocean. Which is going to mean we are going to have some real fun if a major drought happens anytime soon. Which it will!

As it is now, we are using a water system that was set up over a hundred years ago. That was designed for a population of about 7 million souls.

Plus as an added bonus in say San Francisco or Los Angeles Area. Most of the major water and sewer lines are now almost a 100 years old.

So about other day it seems that you see on the TV about some street being flooded by a broken pipe. So imagine when the big earthquake hits here what its going to be like.

Moving smartly along, lets talk about Energy. Seeing as this state uses up a huge amount of Electricity. Especially with Silicon Valley and the up coming industry of artificial intelligence. Which will most likely use about 2 to 4 times the current uses available. Plus we refuse to look at reliable energy sources like nuclear energy.

Now throw into this witches brew. The fact that we have a totally ineffective, very expensive and anti business governing class. That for the past 30 odd years that REALLY does not want to do anything about these issues and other vital ones. Plus a huge majority of the citizenry that keeps voting in this “Leaders” in.

Then you begin to see the problems that the people of this once great state face in their daily lives. Grumpy

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“Aw shucks All About Guns California I am so grateful!! Manly Stuff Our Great Kids Real men Soldiering Some Red Hot Gospel there! The Green Machine This great Nation & Its People You have to be kidding, right!?!

My turn to put my head on the chopping block or What I have learned by hanging around the Gun World for 60 plus years Part One

So let me start off with the great news! Seeing as that the overwhelming number of folks that love and use guns. Are some of the kindest, friendliest and helpful folks that I have ever had the privilege to know.

As they are almost always open to having helped and encourage this old fart to become a better man and shot. To them I want to say thank you and it has been an honor to have been around you. As to those other folks, well the least said the better I guess.So where to start?
I guess that I should mention my Father and my Mom’s Dad. As they were the ones to infect me with a long slow burning love of guns and shooting. Seeing that I really did not have any hobbies besides reading. Plus my Dad was afraid that I might get into drugs or some nonsense.
So one day back in the mid 1960’s. As my folks were driving me home from school. And yes there were schools back then even in California! I noticed a long brown cardboard box in the back of our Volks Wagon Bug. With the  large printed word of Ithaca on it.
And so started my saga. Now I won’t lie about how I was able to hit the target at 300 yards with this single shot 22.
Because frankly I was a really rotten shot to tell the truth. But like all things worthwhile in life with a lot of practice, some good coaching from Dad and my Grandfather. I very slowly started to get the hang of things. But it took a very long time to get my shit together,
But let us leave that and move along smartly. My first experience with a pistol was with an Italian reproduction of a Colt Navy that fired a 36 caliber chunk of lead.
With a lot of smoke, fire thrown on for good measure. Again I was not very good at first, Seeing that I could not have hit the broad side of the Pacific Ocean on a good day.
But not let us belabor the fact. Anyways during this time was the tail end of the really Golden Age of Guns here in California. Seeing that there were a lot of gun shows and a LOT of well stocked Gun Shops. The only problem being that it seemed that I was always broke.
But I was able to get some nice toys. One that stuck in my mind was a Winchester Model 94 that my dad & I “bought” together from now get this Sears! Yes back in the bad old days of Politically Incorrect. That Sears actually sold guns!And this is what happens when you do stupid stuff!
The thing about this rifle was for a 8 year old boy was the stout recoil. Which frankly was a huge surprise to me and my Grandfather.
For him at least he was a shotgun and 22 rifle man. Which because he owned a nursery in Northern San Diego County came in mighty handy. As the place was just over running with Rabbits, hares and grey squirrels. That and it was a really rural area around the small town called Rainbow. Anyways I was dumped down there as I think my folks wanted some down time from me. So I was allowed to use Grandpa’s single shot 410 shotgun. If my mind is still  working right now as I write this weird story. It had the words New England on it and the rest had worn off.
Anyways I am still amazed that they actually trusted me enough for a 14 year old boy to wander around the place after it closed at 5. The only rules being were to not shoot toward Highway 395 or waste ammo.
Otherwise it was a free fire zone for me and I like to think that I put a fair dent in the varmint population over the years down there. But Grandpa sadly died and then my so-called Uncle* ran the business into the ground and that closed that chapter of my life.
* I think he was dropped on his head when he was born. That or Grandpa had tied one on before he was conceived.  That & I refuse to acknowledge him as my Uncle. Yes I hold some grudges.
BUT LET US MOVE ON!!!
It was also at the Nursery that I got two of the best presents that a boy like me would’ve gotten. One was a Copy of the book Mr. Rifleman by Colonel Townsend Whelen USA. From my favorite, Uncle Max and my lovely Aunt Doris during Christmas 1969.
If you do get a chance to get a copy of this book. I most highly recommend getting it, As the Colonel is a master wordsmith.That and every time I reread it I learn something new. Which might tell you it’s either a great book or that I am still mighty slow in learning things.
The other gift was when my Dad and his father Morris bought me a Winchester Model 121 in 22 Long Rifle.
Because that rifle taught me more about getting a good sight pattern and how to squeeze the trigger than any other rifle has. If one has a chance to buy one. I can tell you it will be money well spent. But let us move on.
Now most of my life at the time was my struggle to get thru school and hopefully go to college. But my Dad did his best for me and would take me to the Pasadena Police range and crank off a few rounds.
It is a pity that the city closed it down in the late 70’s. As it was a well thought out and run range. Where I learned a lot about attention to detail and self discipline.Plus I got to spend some serious time with my Dad who was suffering thru a lot of health problems.
Now I am going to skip over College and the Army. Seeing that it was all a big blur to me. But do have to say this about the Green Machine.
In that it knocked most of the shit out of my head. I also found that I had muscles that I didn’t even know existed. Also your hair can hurt if you are properly motivated. But I was never as good in shape as I was when I was in.
I also got to meet some great folks that I never would’ve met otherwise. I also got to see what real leadership looked like. That and I go to see how the real world works.
I also found that I really liked the M-16, The Pig (The M-60). Ma Deuce (M2, HMG) and the Grease gun. All in all, my Wise Dad was right about a few things about the service. In that the more you put into it the more you get out of it. Also the Army will make a good man better and a bad man worse.
But then that man pissed out more brains than I ever will have!! So I could not have asked for a better man for the job of being my Father.
Then I had to get a job and somehow fell into Teaching in the Juvenile Hall Court Schools in Los Angeles. “Yes just because your in jail does not mean you get out of going to school”
Where frankly I had a ball there. Now I don’t know if I taught my thugs anything but I sure had fun! Strangely enough, I still miss my students. Seeing that I never had a bad class while serving there for some reason.
Now for the great news in that the pay was really good and I finally could go out and start building my Gun collection.
One of the first guns that I picked up was a S&W Model 29 with a 6 inch Barrel. Now like most red blooded men of my generation. I had seen all of the Dirty Harry films and was convinced that it would kick like a mule.
Now for me at least that turned out to be a pile of whale manure. Seeing that if one had a good solid grip with it. I would have no real problem cranking off a couple of rounds and have a decent pattern too. I am just really sorry that I had to sell it because of a marital problem.
Which I won’t bore you with. (As I now have the World’s Greatest Wife and I am amazed that we have been married now for over 16 years. God REALLY does move in strange and mysterious ways!!) But let us move on and talk about guns!
I also discovered that I must be cursed or something. As I began to buy quite a few Colt 1911’s and found that they were nothing but trouble for me. And I mean every one of them were a pain in the ass for me. Starting from WWII Surplus 1911’s , a Colt Combat Commander then a mid 1960’s 1911 and even a Colt Gold Cup. Every one of them gave me nothing but trouble.
Even when folks let me try their 1911’s that worked great from them but the curse would follow me.
What with stove piping, failure to cycle, new barrels quickly becoming s smooth bore etc etc. Yeah I know !! But I generally used some better ammo like the Sellier & Bellot , Federal and even CCI with these clunkers.
That and I am convinced that I sent my Gunsmiths kid thru college. What with all the times that I came to see if a miracle could be produced with all the 1911’s that I turned in to be fixed.
(Also I should mention that I earned my Expert Pistol Badge with the Army too. But it took 3 different pistols to earn it at Camp Roberts during one very long hot day.)
So I was on the verge of giving up on the 45 ACP. But the Big Guy upstairs decided to cut me some slack. For some reason a brand new Sig Sauer P220 was up for sale at Lock Stock & Barrel over on Rosemead Blvd in Pasadena. Somehow & I don’t remember how but the really nasty owner was willing to do a lay a way with me.
After 2 months and having gone through the purgatory of California gun requirements / rigmarole. I was the proud owner of a P220. Where upon it & I promptly after school ended that we roared over to the local indoor pistol range in Monrovia.
Now I would not blame you if you cast doubt on what I am going to say. But here goes! After setting things up. I sent the target out about 25 feet away. Pulled the slide back and released it. Then I let fly a round at it.
Frankly, I could not believe what I saw. As I had hit the x in the x ring squarely which I had almost never had before for me. Okay I thought it was a lucky shot right? Nope. As I then proceeded to literally put the entire magazine inside the 10 ring.
As you can guess by now. I REALLY fell in love with this Swiss/German bullet projector!! Then things got better as I took it home and began to field strip it and give it a well earned cleaning.
Now if you have had the misfortune of never dealing with a P220. Let me tell you compared to, oh say,  the 1911. It is just a wonderful pistol to clean. None of this messing with the barrel bushing, watching the recoil spring disappear into the twilight zone or  pulling the slide release out.
There is none of this my friends. All one has to do is clear the action, pull the slide back in the locked position, take out the magazine. Then you just have to move the switch on the side of the lower receiver. Then just pull the slide off.
Then just tap the barrel and out it comes. Carefully compress the spring and out come with the barrel guide. Then wipe everything down with break free cleaning fluid and then just do everything I just told you in reverse.
Bottom line – I can get the whole pistol done with no rush in about say 10 minutes?
My Son Willie b.t.w. can do it even faster but he is such a show off. But what can one expect with a kid that’s a Lawyer with an MBA & who has only 3 jobs. He is such a lazy kid!
But let us move on!
Now try cleaning in that amount of time with say, a Broomhandle Mauser or a P08 Luger. Which can be a real nightmare if the gun does not like you! Yes guns have feelings and God help you if your firearm decides that it does not like you in a firefight.
But I still think that both of these pistols are REALLY neat and very evil looking. But I also found that they are also very temperamental and not very accurate. However both are great safe queens and investments.
Think I am kidding? Just go look thru oh say Guns America and check out the prices.  As you will be looking at a price tag of  thousands of dollars just for a beat up shooter.
Machine Guns
Thanks to the Green Machine / 1/18th US Cavalry.
I was able to fire a M-16 several times on full auto and was able to hit almost nothing with it. Big surprise huh? Since the gun was not really designed by Mr Stoner to do that.
Unless of  course a horde of barbarians are rushing your position and your claymore mines did not go off in time. Then switching your M 16 to fun mode i.e. full auto / Rock & Roll will come in mighty handy.
I was also able to fire St John of Browning’s masterpiece. The Ma Deuce, which is an awesome weapon IF you have it properly mounted on a tripod. As it is extremely heavy and if you try and do a Rambo with it.
Since in my experience you are not going to hit squat from what I learned about it at Camp Ripley. (Where the Army failed in trying to teach me on how to ski.) I give it an A++ Grade
The M-60 MG – Now this weapon also is really heavy & I still don’t know how those guys in Vietnam were able to hump this beast in that heat and humidity. BUT if you keep it and your ammo belts clean. You are really going to clean somebody’s clock!!! I give it a B++ grade!
The only problem is the barrel as one can really heat it up when you fire long bursts.  So you have to swap barrels fairly often. But if you don’t have that Asbestos Glove on your person. Then get ready for some serious burns.
The M-3 “Grease Gun” Now I was really lucky as our Squadron was going to turn in theirs. So of course we took them up to the National Training Center and shot off all the 45 A.C.P. ammo that we had squirreled away over the years.
Granted it is not a very impressive weapon to gaze upon. BUT do not be fooled!! As I found this WWII Veteran to be a gun of beauty. As it was light, simple, rugged, accurate and VERY reliable!!
In other words if God forbid I had to go into a gunfight tomorrow. I would be just delighted to be issued one of these great weapons. I would give it a grade of A++The Thompson Sub Machine Gun If one is ever in Las Vegas and have some spare time. There are several indoor ranges that rents Machine Guns to shoot. So care to guess who went to one? Yep, Where I was allowed for about $100 to fire off a full magazine of 45 A.C.P.
Now the first thing I noticed is how HEAVY this S.M.G. was. Seeing as that almost everything about it was made out of machined steel. Which frankly this makes for one mighty tough gun. As you could probably drove a tank over it and it would still function.
Also when you fire it off, I was really surprised by how much fire came out of the barrel. The other thing that was at least for me was that it shot up and to the right.
So I did the trick that my Dad the former Army Drill Sgt / Survivor of the Korean War told me. I.E. One tickles the trigger so that one will have short bursts. If you do that then you can get some fairly impressive patterns for a machine gun.
So I would have to give this weapon a B- due to its weight. Seeing that I would hate to have to carry one on a route march. But I would be very happy with it if somebody is trying to harm me or my loved ones!
Move later Grumpy
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California Paint me surprised by this

Good luck on trying to see it in LA, I bet!

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The Donner Party (Hey are you going to eat that?)

The Donner Party was a group of American pioneers who became trapped in the Sierra Nevada mountains during the winter of 1846–1847. The group’s journey to California was delayed by mishaps, including a fateful decision to take an ill-advised shortcut called the Hastings Cutoff. 

Stranded by heavy snow, members of the party faced starvation and were forced to resort to cannibalism to survive. With about 40 of the 87 travelers eventually dying from starvation, illness, and exposure.