I have owned an SKS since I got into shooting. My first was a Norinco SKS (only recently sold to my cousin) that provided the basis for any marksmanship skills I possess today. Since that first SKS I’ve owned a number of the different variants, and now only have my solitary SKS-D.
Like many SKS owners I was stunned by the vast array of aftermarket accessories available for the SKS, and after some experimentation I was not particularly impressed with most of them. I do believe the standard SKS is pretty much perfect (and cheap) in its “issue” configuration. That said I retained my SKS-D specifically as a “project” gun, and have been thinking long and hard about what MY perfect SKS would look like.
This is NOT my dream SKS. This rifle looks like almost every other “custom” SKS out there.
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Yep…sites been down for days, the MySQL database was eaten…. good times, good times….
Don’t even get me started..
I hate SPAM.
My online existence has been plagued by idiots seeking to increase their ranking at the expense of useability and functionality. It fills my email inbox, it fills my unmoderated comments page here on the blog, it drags me to websites that have nothing to do with what I was searching for in the hopes that I will suddenly find a need for a cheaper source of viagra, penile growth serum or online gambling.
I have committed far too much time to spam. Not only does it not add to my quality of life, it wastes my time and expends my limited online resources (During the tail end of my use of MoveableType I was spending approximately 30-45 minutes a day just clearing spam comments, and attempting to ban IPs and tweak my anti-spam settings). It is irritating, invasive and it angers me more than a little.
As a therapeutic exercise I decided to take my vengeance on the only physical SPAM object I could find. For the princely sum of $2.49 I transported a can of spam to the middle of nowhere and executed it. It was offered no blindfold or last cigarette. I fired a single round into that can of evil, then three more into its prone form.
The results were less than dramatic, as it turns out a can of spam offers no ballistic protection what so ever. A small hole (approximately .30 inches in diameter) where the bullet went in, a small hole (roughly the same size as the opposite hole), and a small meat tunnel through the can.
It felt good. This Spam, at least, will bother me no more.
Finally had an opportunity to drag the M14S to the range, put it through its paces and give a try at properly zeroing the scope. Initially it was shooting almost a foot to the right, the scope was easily adjusted to bring the rounds in a nice consistant group. The weather was a little too cold to spend the extra time to practice at 100 yards, but I’ll return once the final series of modifications have been made to the rifle.
Also featured on this trip were a few “abnormal” targets, the most noteworthy being a can of Spam in a symbolic attack on the bots that attacked my website so regularly (pics will be posted in the near future).
This visit was of course marked by all sorts of cold, in fact it took Mike and myself 45 minutes to open the padlock on the range gates (which involved alot of walking, some anti-freeze wiper fluid and finally my trusty zippo before it decided to function properly).
So the rifle has been moved to the recently refinished USGI stock, which will give me the chance to do the whole thing over again with the old stock. I am quite pleased with the results, as the OD color scheme is a nice change from generic black.
Of course I am still waiting for a few items to finish the upgrade, including the new spring guide, and some shims. The op-rod guide needs to be tightened, and I hope to take a crack at all this over the next week or so.
Obviously the entries about my daughter Jillian were lost in the last crash (and as my most recent backup predates her delivery, we’re not likely to recover them). So in the interest of some sort of continuity here is the story of Jillian.
It really started Wednesday morning (November 24th) at 03:00hrs, when I was shaken awake by Lisa telling me we had to go the hospital (I think I had been asleep a few hours at that point). Never one to argue with a pregnant lady I threw some clothes on, grabbed the Baby Bug-out-bag, jumped in the car, and after mere moments we arrived at Mt. Sinai Hospital, ducking through their emergency room to be directed down a series of corridors and up a series of elevators to arrive at Maternity Triage, only to be told we had to find our way back to admitting to complete a series of forms, provide our insurance card, complete a field sobriety test and answer a skill testing question or two.
This completed, we trundled back to Maternity Triage and after the inevitable delays always associated with hospitals (and I am CERTAIN that my sticking up for the medical staff failed to help Lisas inpatience) we were told Lisa was not in “active labour”, and that we should go home and relax (uh, right…).
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A year ago I acquired a second USGI stock for my M14S rifle, I had planned on experimenting with various paints, and trying out some camoflage schemes on this stock (leaving the stock I already had as is). The stock, purchased used for $40, was found to be in horrible shape when it arrived. It appeared the previous owner had attempted to repaint the stock using some sort of racing green oil-based paint, applied with a brush. The checkering on the stock had been painted so heavily it was almost smooth, and the paint itself was extremely resistant to removal.
The first step was the removal of the oil based paint that had been used (or at least most of the paint), and this was accomplished with good old fashioned elbow grease and alot of sandpaper (medium and fine grit). The checkering was cleared by running an exacto-knife down the rows and scraping the old paint out (a rather tedious process).
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I am not, despite my best efforts, a writer. I mangle the english language with almost complete abandon, and my use of punctuation is questionable at best (I have always used more commas than absolutely required). Despite this I’ve been fortunate in that some people have taken an interest in the things I have written, and have actually sought permission to use them (some have just used them without permission as well, although I’ve yet to find an uncredited example) from time to time.
Undoubtedly there are some here that remember my early efforts with CSIO.Net as an outlet for my frustration with the private security industry. Much to my suprise the articles were well received, and were reprinted in a few trade papers and even a school textbook (last I heard Mohawk College had used one in their law and security textbook, I never did get my copy however…hmmmm). The articles on security were shortlived, as there are only so many ways to say “minimum wage monkeys cannot protect you” in a polite way, and I got tired of restating the obvious.
As flattered as I was to have one of my articles used in a school textbook (even if that textbook is now being used by a college graduate to prop up his dining room table) I’m afraid this was eclipsed by a recent request to use some of my zombie survival material over at the Zombiehunters.org knowledge base.
I have to admit that I spend more time than is good for me, and less time than I want lurking, and occasionally posting over at the Zombie Squad Survival Forums. While I was initially interested in the forums because of the zombie content, the survival (yes I know thats a dirty word, perhaps “disaster readiness” is a better phrase?) aspect makes for fascinating reading, and it pleases me to no end to have contributed even slightly to that community.
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