Well Shoot

One of the things about this popular mind blog is that it's supposed to be about guns and country life, as well as anything else I care to think of. Fine, so where's the guns, so-called LSP? Good question, and to put the record straight I drove out to a churchman's ranch to burn some powder.

Some Guns

We started off slinging skeet and I wanted to see if the venerable Mossberg Ultimag was working, it'd had extraction issues. But hey, the gun worked flawlessly, knocking orange adversaries out of the sky like a good 'un. 

Next up, an over and under 12 made in Brazil under license by Stoeger, an unshot gift from a kind churchperson. Would it work? Magnum mysterium. It did, smoking clays with uncanny authority. Then on to a CZ 20 SxS. Great little gun and... I could've shot better. Obviously need some remedial 20 action.

Note 5 shot minute of Copenhagen group. Nice.

Next up, another unshot rifle, a Marlin .22 WMR. How would that perform under the big Texan sky, did its previous owner zero the beast in, and at what range? Was the rimfire weapon on? Turns out it was, with the best group hitting steel at 100 yards sub moa. Nice, especially with the Marlin's bizarrely stiff trigger. Whatev, compensate, and we took the target out to 200 yards, just for kix.

Yes, Freedom. #2A

Because awesome ballistic science, something like an 8" drop was on the cards, so I held at that and, after a few test shots got in the zone, putting rounds into center mass within minute of Copenhagen. Result. Then it was time to ride out on the quads.

What's This? A Tower!

First up, an inspection of a new-built ranch house. Note this, and note it well, all you house builders. This home wisely has a tower, which is awesome. Tour over, we roared about in a Polaris kind of way around the fields and trails of bucolic Texas. 

Look at this beautiful view from a TOWER.

What a lot of fun, and I really want to thank CR for a great day out. Powerful medicine. 

Shoot on,

LSP

Assault And Battery White Wolf Remix

This one's for the White Wolf Mine and LL. I won't won't comment further except to say that a RAMPART needs a TOWER and we're all looking forward to the PLANE, which is important.

Fields of Fire and lock her up,

LSP

Drive To The Cathedral

Typical Fort Worth Street Scene

The experts tell us that you can gauge the ethos and spirit of a culture by its civic architecture. What does that tell us about Fort Worth? That we're a massive, inhuman, concrete and asphalt tangle of roads.

Take that as deeply or not as you like, but I won't pretend to like it. Apparently the City Fathers didn't get the memo, spaghetti junctions went out with the '70s.

St. Vincent's Campanile

I thought all this as I drove into the metrosprawl from the country for a meeting at St. Vincent's Cathedral and it made me miss England, not that that's perfect either. 

Someone once said that the English had destroyed more historical buildings after the War (#2) every year, than the Germans did throughout the entire Blitz. Good thing the National Socialists didn't have Lancasters and B17s.

Shoot It

Somber reflections on iconoclasm aside, it was good to be at the cathedral and meet with catholic-minded orthodox Anglicans. Good people working for a good cause, to assert catholicity for our part of the Church.

And that's a bold call, not least because the Anglo-Catholic movement's been pretty much defeated. Priestesses, liturgical dancers, tutu-endorsing Etonian Primates; throw a dart at the wall and hit a unicorn. You name it, they've captured the mainstream aspect of our church. But not at St. Vincent's. 

A clergyman

No dancers, no unicorns, no tutus, no fireman's helmets, just the catholic faith seen through the eyes of Anglicanism. Some might argue that's myopic, others might say that Rome wasn't built in a day.

Your Friend,

LSP