ABERDEEN PROVING GROUND, Md. — Brigadier General William E. King, commander of the 20th Chemical, Biological, Radiological, Nuclear and Something Beginning With E (CBRNE) Command, is retiring in July after a career which spanned almost four decades.
But he won’t be taking it easy: Once his terminal leave is complete, King plans to open the world’s first express delivery service for the deadly disease Anthrax, Duffel Blog has learned.
“I’m not tooting my own horn,” said King in an interview Thursday, “but I’m pretty proud of my business model. You call and place an order, and no matter where you are in the world, we will have live, weaponized Anthrax right to your cave opening or tent flap within 24 hours.”
King’s corporate headquarters will be in Whitemarsh, just up the road from Aberdeen where he currently works.
People who’ve worked with the one-star general know that his business will fill a niche market that so far has never been serviced. They also know that King brings a unique level of experience to the endeavor.
“The general really knows about this since as commander at Dugway back in his previous assignment, he was in charge of shipping anthrax all over the place,” said Col. Marty Muchow, the 20th’s deputy commander. “You’re really not going to find anybody else in the world who’s sent Anthrax to more places.”
The general has a firm business plan and backing from several generous investors, as well as a “silent partner” that King would only identify as “Kim John Doe.”
King plans to expand the business once the Anthrax portion is firmly established.
“Eventually I want to deliver all manner of biological weapons,” King explained. “Tularemia, botulism, Ebola, Marburg Variant U, smallpox, even more esoteric and untraceable stuff like weapons based on peptides and interferon. Stuff the human body produces naturally so it’s literally impossible to tell if they were hit with one of my weapons or just had a heart attack. It’s really going to revolutionize the biological weaponry market.
“The only thing I still have to work on is a good, reliable tracking system,” he added. “So we don’t lose anything.”
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Ezra’s Escapades By Bart Skelton
The summer had been dry enough to choke greasewood, and the dirt roads in southwest New Mexico were blessed with fine, powdery dust 4 or 5 inches deep. Driving down any of them made for an experience kin to a hurricane hitting a talcum powder factory. My old pickup was covered with the fine powder inside and out from my several trips out to my desert shooting range. I’d been doing some accuracy work with some .44 Magnum handloads using Hodgdon 4227, and it had required multiple trips down several parched, dust-infused roads to get to the range.
As the sun started making its way down the last stretch to the west, I decided I needed to wash the dust out of my mouth and cool down a bit. I headed to the Adobe Deli, southwest New Mexico’s premier steakhouse, bar, and desert rat lair.
The place was dark and cool inside, and the first sip of cool libation was pure heaven. When my eyes had adjusted somewhat, I noticed an older gentleman sitting at a table on the other side of the room, watching me with a slight smile. His hat was tipped back, and he was nursing a cocktail. He nodded my way, and with a little more eye focus, I finally recognized him.
“Git over here, brother,” he said as I approached the table. He stood and gave me a hefty abrazo, then patted me on the back. “Damn good to see you son. You’re looking good.”
“You too ol’ pard,” I said. It’d been a while since I’d seen Ezra, but he hadn’t changed a bit. “Aw, work’s been busy,” I said. “Been out trying to gin up some good-shootin’ .44 Mag loads for a javelina hunt this fall.”
“.44 Mag?” he said with a grin. “It’ll work on ’em, but there ain’t no better javelina gun than a Winchester .32 Special you know.”
Ezra was a retired lawman, and he knew guns pretty well, but he limited his knowledge to just a few models in a few calibers. Probably good thinking.
“Yep, I popped my share of javelina down in South Texas–and in this New Mexico country, too,” Ezra said. “Never had much reason to shoot ’em though, since you can’t eat the damned things.”
When I attempted to explain to him that javelina were palatable when properly handled and prepared, his laughter caught the attention of several of the Adobe Deli patrons.
“Hell boy, they don’t even eat the suckers down in Mexico,” Ezra said with another belly laugh. “I heard once javelina tamales were sorta tasty, ‘cept you have to drink a whole bottle a mescal to wash the taste outta your mouth.”
“But that .32 Special, now that’s one heck of a cartridge,” Ezra continued, taking a long sip of his amber colored cocktail. “I used that Winchester 1894 carbine for a lot of years as a law officer, and I think it’s the best police long gun there is. Ol’ Joaquin Jackson was the one that got me to carrying one.”
My old friend Joaquin, now retired from the Texas Rangers, was always partial to the Winchester 1894 carbine, but in .30-30 rather than the .32 Special. “So, Joaquin put you on the ’94 for police work, huh?” I asked the old law dog.
“Yep, in .32 Special,” he replied. “Oh, I know Joaquin liked the .30-30, but, like I told him, the .32 Special’s a lot better.” Ezra took another sip of his drink, then reached with both hands to his shirt pockets, looking for a cigarette, though he’d quit long ago.
“Many years back, I’s a chasin’ a crook they called ‘El Chito’ who’d committed a slew of armed robberies over around Las Cruces. One of my old informers told me Chito had hightailed it down to the bootheel when he found I’s after him. He had family down near Agua Prieta, Sonora, and I figured he planned to cross over there if it got too hot.”
Ezra went on to explain that “El Chito” was somewhat of a gun aficionado and fancied himself as a pistolero, as well as a fair rifleman. He was an avid deer hunter and bragged that he could hit a running deer at several hundred yards with his trusty treinta treinta, his .30-30. Chito, an ex-con, had been caught several times by the authorities for various acts of malfeasance and was generally carrying a gun.
“One of my snitches, ol’ Cinco, gave me the scoop on where Chito was hidin’, which was a little adobe not too far from the borderline,” Ezra continued. “Now Joaquin’s choice in the ’94 was the .30-30, and Chito’s, too. I figured I need somethin’ a little meaner. I got to readin’ in one of them gun magazines that the .32 Special was pretty close to the .30-30 in ballistics but shot flatter at longer distances.
One of my old law dog partners had retired, and I knew he was sittin’ on an old ’94 in .32 Special. I paid him a visit, and we did a little tradin’. Turned over a real nice Browning High Power that had been slicked up by RoBar straight across for the Winchester. My old pal figured I’d lost my mind.”
Ezra stared at his glass a moment, then took a long sip on it. After a lengthy session of throat clearing, he sat back, pondering.”Well, did you get him?” I finally asked.
The old lawman looked at me suddenly, his mind having been on something else. “No, no I didn’t,” he said, shaking his head. “I set up on that adobe shack all night. Just before daylight, ol’ Chito came out the back door to answer nature’s call. Kinda crazy, but he was wearing one of them Panama hats. I hollered at him to freeze when he was at his most vulnerable, if you know what I mean. He fired a shot regardless, so I took as fine a bead I could on that hat.”
Ezra looked around the room a minute and grinned. “One thing for sure, the .32 shoots flatter, all right. I momentarily forgot there might be less bullet drop, so I compensated by aiming at the crown of that hat. That’s just where that bullet hit, and it was the last I ever saw of ol’ Chito. I still have the hat.” “Still have that old ’94?” I asked. “Best varmint gun I own,” he replied. “After I learned not to hold high.”
“Sit down here and join me for something cold and wet,” he said.
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Savage Model 24 Review
The Savage Model 24 is an over/under combo gun. It’s a 22LR rifle barrel overtop a 410 shotgun barrel, though some other similar variants like the 24V were available in heavier-duty centerfire rifle and larger shotgun gauges. They stopped making them in 2010, but released the Model 42 as its successor with polymer stocks. They’re setup as a small game getter: go 22LR to the head for maximum meat or 410 for fast takedowns of small game animals on the move (or on the wing)
Savage Model 24 Specifications
- This one is 22LR over 3″ .410. Early models were a fixed full choke. Some others came in 20 gauge and 30-30 and other combos
- Break-open action with manual hammer and barrel selector
- Extractors (no auto-ejectors)
- 7lbs
- Basic post & notch iron sights
There’s not really much to say about using the Savage Model 24. Pop a round of 22LR and 410 in it, walk around until you find a game animal. Cock the hammer and select a barrel.
The rebounding hammer means it’s safe to carry around with the hammer down. I suppose you could carry it broken open over your arm if you prefer.
The small round disc on the right side of the receiver is the barrel selector. Some later versions used a selector on the hammer. It moves a transfer bar over the corresponding firing pin so that 1 hammer and trigger mechanism can work for both barrels. Some other versions of the 24 have a side lever where the disc would go, but that’s to open the action, not to select barrel.
Shooting the Savage 24
The trigger on this model 24 is pretty gritty but I’m pretty spoiled by fancy modern triggers.
This is the kind of gun where you load up your pocket with a few .410 and a fistful of 22LR and go out into the bush looking for rabbits, grouse, squirrel: any small game animals in season. Have the selector on the 410 and your thumb on the hammer so you can quickly cock and shoot anything on the move, but swap it up to the 22LR and go for a headshot if you can to save some meat. You always have that shotshell as backup if you miss.
Loading up one at a time, you’ll aim carefully anyways. Between the older Model 24 and the newer 42, I prefer the 24. The 42 is kinda ugly, where the 24 looks like a standard older rifle.
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