Memo's Comin'

The memo's coming and it looks like the FBI & Co aren't too happy. But, but, but the memo's going to compromise national security! Yeah, that's why there's a Russian spy in the White House.

In the meanwhile, ask yourselves why a trainload of GOP release-the-memo congressmen and their families were almost killed on their way to Greenbriar by a stray, completely random truck on the tracks? 

Strange, isn't it. Enjoy the infovideo.

LSP

Hands up Don't Shoot!

On second thoughts, no, shoot a lot. Today that meant taking a sporterized SMLE and a Remington 700, 30-06, down to the range for a quick dial-in before next week's hog hunt in West Texas.

100 Year Old (almost) Lee & Younger Shooter

We started with the venerable Lee, which was made in 1917 and saw several "refits" before ending up as a porch project at the Compound. It shot well, for a rifle that's nearly 100 years old, and I like to imagine its history, as indicated by a cacophany of stampings on the receiver. Hopefully it'll bring down a pig or two.

Shoot That Gun

The Remington 700 was next up and performed flawlessly, a far more accurate rifle than I am and a lot of fun to shoot. It's topped off with an old Redfield scope with a built in range finder, which I always forget how to use. Youtube, come to the rescue!

Plinkers

Satisfied that both rifles were on to minute of hog, we finished off with some gentle .22 plinking against steel plates and a couple of ice tea cans. Take that, plate, and you too, can. We have your measure.

Kindly Old LSP

Then, parched by an afternoon with guns in the fierce Texan sun, the team fell back to base for some refreshing drinks of Global Cooling and the satisfaction of a successful evolution.

Blue Congressman

Well done, HQ Troop. I'll pretend I didn't hear you teasing Blue Congressman with a squirrel call...

Round in the chamber,

LSP

Muslim Cooks Off in Texas. Gets Shot

Mohammad Moghaddam went Jihad in an Amarillo Walmart and got himself shot.

Here endeth the Lesson.

LSP

Sorry, Globalist Elites, You Lose

I know, you're sitting there inside the Beltway, drinking a Gimlet in the club chair while a servant polishes your tasseled loafers, and you're thinking, "So what, LSP, if you caught some ridiculous bait fish?" 

The Team's on Point

Good question, and here's the answer. It's true, I may have been holding down the Compound and getting in some down-and-dirty-by-the-dam fishing, but that doesn't mean the Team hasn't been busy elsewhere.

Sorry, Elites. You Lose

And look here, all you Ivy League, gravy train elitists, a fish is a fish. Especially when they're a Redfish. So don't scorn the Team.

Tight Lines,

LSP