Sunday, April 20, 2014

Cousin Wallace makes corn.

Wallace runs the smelter:

Yesterday I rigged up the ole turkey fryer and set about to smelt a buncha reclaimed bullets. Worked very well. Had an old cast iron cornbread mold I used as an "ingot" mold. Spent 3.5 hours and ended up with 170.5 pounds! I'm thinking most of this is pure/soft lead from swaged and jacketed bullets. Still have about 75 more pounds to go. Not only are the "ingots" easier to deal with, I got most of the dirt & impurities out along with getting the lead out of the jacketed bullets. It only takes a couple of 230gr FMJ .45's to make an ounce of lead...adds up pretty quick. The dirt & jackets float to the top where they are easily skimmed off, leaving cleaned lead. 
 I've separated the "cast" lead bullets and will do them later since they should be suitable for casting just as they are without having to alloy them with anything. I'll probably flux these after they are melted so I don't loose the tin/antimony. The cleaner ones can just be added directly to the pot during casting, as can wheel weights. Wheel weight hardness is just about right for casting the .45 target bullets running 800fps or leading at all and accuracy is top-notch.
I know it's lotsa trouble but, there's a good feeling knowing I'm just a bit closer to being "independent" and self-sufficient. What ya'll say? 

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Daily Deercam

Cam back to intermittent checking and running.  Ice storm brought down another round of treetops and branches so some hacking and sawing in store.  Need to go over the creek and bring back the deer decoy and pull that cam for the year.


Saw a couple of these guys during daylight hours just down the creek off the bridge.

Rabbit in ice.


During the rain.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Comings and goings at the deercam.

Just then normal traffic.

Does herded up and moving in the daytime.

Pigs around as usual.

Br'er Possum.

Coons climbing tree.

Swamp Rabbit.

Little pig herd.

Lucy and I serving lunch.

Mostly I am bulking up the squirrels and raccoons.  Saw the does in the daylight yesterday.  I'm making frequent checks down the trail with a rifle but the last two little pigs I shot were the last ones.  Great time in the bottom.

Buried Spitfire story surfaces again.

Let's see one.  This story has been going on for a while.  It's been a story, a hoax, now back to story.  Update.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Well...the Second Miracle of 2014.

  My step-dad had a pistol I don't remember ever seeing before.  It's an old Smith and Wesson 38/44 HD in nickel with pearl grips.  He bought it and carried it in a brief career as an LEO near Corpus Christi during the late 40s or early 50s.  He decided to give it to me, and he and mom decided to turn custody of Dad's 1940-41 pre-K-22 over as well.

Gorgeous gun, like most old S&Ws.  Going to have to shoot it.  Was loaded with wadcutters.  I'm sure it fires and functions.  Quite a functional artifact to have in hand!

Update:  Shoots right to the tip of the front sight blade.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The First Miracle of 2014

  Over to mom and step-dads for a glass of champagne New Years Eve.  I was requested to put a little clean-up on his house gun.  It lived in the top of the hall closet.  Had to get a stepstool to get up there, rummage around and then lo and behold there appeared a stainless, 2 1/2 inch barrel S&W Model 66-1.  With box.  Has a few marks but hardly fired.  Of course, that's just a pistol...not a miracle.  The miracle was a S&W pre-K-22 with stag grips that my dad bought used in the late 50s or early 60s laying beside it.  I felt like Howard Carter staring into the tomb of Tutankhamun.  I see wonderful things.

  It is such a legendary family gun, being the only pistol in the family for a long time, three sons, lots of hunting and shooting, then to disappear.  Pretty amazing to actually hold it in my hands.  I'd actually finally bought the exact gun to replace it.  Real stag grips.  It was understood to have been lost long ago.  I hadn't seen it since the  before the Bi-Cenntenial.  1976.  Maybe 1972.

  Katie and I are de-cluttering our life and practicing the art of non-attachment, since we've uh... learned, but very nice to see it again in the world.

  Got them both cleaned up and ready to return.  

  The first miracle of 2013.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Chipping away at pigs.

The hard way.  I shot one of the piglets with my single shot deer Ruger, (the dumbest one, who stopped), and two more with a little 10/22 a few days later.  The bobcats have scored a few or the herd has split.  Seems like there were 11 to start, cut to nine, now three.

I'm shooting at them from the far side. I think there is at least one more off cam.

They are cute, but need to go.

At least two of these are gone.  Might have hit one more.  The big ones don't come up here any more, even at night it seems....except now and then...

One frame of three.  He came by but didn't stay.  He's not .22-proof.

B'rer Possum in the rain.

Some smart old does down in the bottom listening to something.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Daily Deercam December 14-16, 2013.

The does on the cam behind the house.

Perfect little 8-point, 1 1/2 years old, in the bottom.  Next year, someone will be likely to shoot him for those antlers.  The year after that he will almost be a trophy, if he goes one MORE year he will be as invisible and canny as Bigfoot and nobody will even know he is around and will rule the bottom.

Checking corn in daylight.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Pig pushing

Ten little pigs from November 30.  I don't think they are all still around.

December 1st, still 10.

Lotta little strip-ey pigs.  I've counted ten in the group at the first of the month but it looks like there are less now.  Lots of coyotes and bobcats around, plus BIGFOOT!

Little pigs and their friends at all hours of the day and night.  Right behind the house.

The local doe herd.

Must have been really cold.  The plywood she is looking at is part of the blind.

Going to install a feeder right here.