Showing posts with label Red Menace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Red Menace. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Sorry Commies, You Lose



Yesterday was Labor Day and the fish were staging a "go-slow" in solidarity with their Marxist comrades, the Dove. But one battle lost doesn't mean a war over, far from it.

Today we turned the tables on aquatic bolshevism, luring the scaly soviets out of their revolutionary committees with live worms, spinners and topwater lures.




That's right, a Heddon Tiny Torpedo which the voracious little bass couldn't resist. It'd been a while since I used one and they demand a bit of patience, the temptation being to try and set the hook as soon as the fish strikes. Big mistake, you'll snatch the lure out of the piscine communist's mouth.




Instead, let the aggressive revolutionary surge onto the lure, take it down into the proletarian depths, apply pressure and then reel the little commie in. Easy to say, hard to do because it goes against the quick and sudden hookset mentality that goes with a subsurface strike.




Still, I got in the way of it, casting off, letting the lure rest and then twitching it in to various rhythms. Speaking of which, fishing wisdom recommends you do your best to keep the lure as stationary as possible as you twitch it about. This apparently enrages the predatory nihilist bass who then launch themselves at their bourgeois oppressor.




Well it takes a lot of patience, so I emulated the method while changing it up with more aggressive retrieves and caught a lot of fish. They weren't huge but a fish is a fish and even a small bass striking topwater's a lot of fun. Great result.




Market-driven capitalism restored and the Red Menace put back in its box, I blessed a herd of horses and a barn. Then headed back to the Compound.

God bless,

LSP

Monday, September 15, 2014

Shoot the Red Menace


Sometimes a morning at the range involves the blast of the redoubtable Lee Enfield, or the sound and fury of a 30-06, or the explosive power of the .45. Sometimes it means hours of carbine amusement with a deadly assault rifle. All that's good and has its place but at other times I like to shoot shotgun cartridges off of a steel frame with a .22.



And that's what I did today. Lined up the Red Menace on the target frame and shot them off at around 40 yards. Then, when you've taken out the first wave, set up the fallen Reds and take them down again. Repeat at will.

Sure, it's only .22 plinking but what's wrong with that? Nothing at all and it's neat to see the targets fly up when you hit them.




So here's a tip for all you green shooters: Help combat Climate Change by recycling range trash and using your spent shotgun shells as targets.

Cheers,

LSP