William F. Buckley, who was a Yale grad, once said that he would rather be governed by the first 400 people in the Boston phone book than by the faculty of Harvard. Cambridge, it seems, is still the place where common sense goes to die. I'm referring, of course, to Professor Wlliam Henry Louis Gates, who managed to get himself arrested in his own home because he apparently mouthed off to the cops. Professor Gates was ignorant of, or chose to ignore, the very same rules that all smart gun owners should abide by.
The first rule of police work, as spelled out by Sean Connery in The Untouchables, is to ...
Providing good customer service is the cheapest, most effective way to buy brand loyalty there is. Treat the little guy like a big deal and you win him over forever. Some companies get this, others don’t.
With a week to go before our state sporting clays shoot, my friend Rick decided it was past time to clean his ...
I am not mechanically inclined when it comes to cars, but both my brothers-in-law are. When I need vehicle advice, I call Chuck or Roger. Last week, the battery on my wife’s PT Cruiser died. I opened the hood only to discover that on some modern cars, the battery is tucked away where you can’t see it. I called Roger and asked him what to do.
“What year is your Cruiser?” he asked.
“2002.”
“The battery is up front, under the air intake,” he said after a brief pause.
If there is a more put-upon group of people than gunsmiths, I can't think who it might be. These gunsmith gripes are from John Blauvelt of Wallkill, NY. I would add one of my own to the list: People who chew a gunsmith's ear off about what they should buy, then go buy it at Wal-Mart to save $3.68.
Filthy guns. Just because you are having your gun repaired by the gunsmith does not mean that he is going to clean it for free.
My first takeaway from this year’s Iowa State Sporting Clays shoot: tighten your chokes.
I’ve never believed in cranking choke tubes into the muzzle super-tight, but I do make sure they are firmly seated, then I nervously check them periodically during a day in the field or at the range.
From now on I’ll be examining my tubes more often after seeing somebody launch one – something I had heard of but never witnessed before this weekend.
A couple of years ago, Thompson/Center introduced its first bolt-action rifle, the Icon, a very handsome, very accurate arm that caused people to twitch because it was also pretty costly. But now we have the Venture, which at $499 is affordable to anyone not living in an oceangoing shipping container.
With the exception of John Daly’s pants (below), I have no problem with golf, but I stay as far away from it as possible. My fear is, if I ever tried it, I might really, really like it. Then I would have two time-consuming, expensive hobbies instead of just the one that I get to call “work.”
The photo you see here was taken in the deep and rolling hills of old Virginia, by Mr. Jerry Cox of Tazewell, VA, to whom I am indebted. The people standing behind me are also Virginians, except for the fellow on the left, whose name I did not get, but whom I know to be a pensioner from Tennessee. The rifle in the rest in front of me belongs to him. He insisted I use it, because my gun “…would be embarrassing to take to a dump and shoot rats.”