I wasn't allowed to have toy guns as a child without hiding them from my uber-liberal parental unit and whoever was masquerading as its wife that week.

I wasn't allowed to have any real guns legally in Chicago. That sucked.

So, I moved to Idaho.

At the state line, they handed me an assault rifle.

It almost worked like that - honest.

Since every able-bodied male between eighteen and fourty-five is automatically enlisted in the militia, I had a constitutional and statutory obligation to arm the hell out of myself and be reasonably prepared for any such service as is called for in accordance with the laws of the state.

I think I'm doing a pretty good job - that is, if the job entails accumulating firearms at a rapid rate and shooting them regularly.

I'm also now a licensed, permit-holding idiot who can bring guns with them out in the streets, concealed or otherwise. Look upon my visage, ye mighty, and despair, for I may be the fool who saves your life the next time someone goes on a violent spree at the mall. You'd never have guessed, would you? It's not probably likely, but then again, who'd have thought I'd chase down a black man beating a woman as she fled her residence with a Glock?

But, I digress. I still have a gun problem as I wait for new toys and time to use them. Somewhere along the line I became a certified youth firearms instructor, how that works, I'll never know.

Guns and Info

Tec-9 / AB-10 / Tec-9 Disassembly & Field Stripping How-To

I have a real pistol problem.

FN FAL, just like the Doctor Who redshirts used with Tom Baker.

Idaho's Favorite (or is it cheapest?) Militia Surplus Gun, the Mosin-Nagant.

Assault your family and friends with a SKS and a rat.

Assault the rest of the world with a damn nice AK-clone, the SAR-1.

Yep, I'm a gen-u-wine black powder hick.

Rodentus Rattus' favorite handgun, the Makarov.

Chinese Tokarev, Model 213.

Russian 1895 Nagant revolver.

Springfield Armory 1911A1 WW2 mil-spec.

Other tacky gun photos

A day at the range, April 2001

More coming soon as I've got the time and the ammo. I've always got enough spite.