Adolf Hitler’s True Legacy

Words mean things. That statement may not be too surprising coming from a writer and editor in recovery. Among the great unwashed—who’s collective IQ continues a steady decline, especially in reading comprehension—it seems that words mean one thing today and another tomorrow. More spe
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Huntin’ Blues

An acquaintance of mine has been grousing about his hunting “luck” recently on Facebook. By luck I mean his lack of success. There is luck involved in hunting. My first whitetail was a 135-inch buck that stumbled into an Alabama green field one afternoon as I sat in an elevated stand
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Couldas, Shoudas…

One of the things old flatulents like me love to do is bore the hell out of younger folks with what they should—and sometimes shouldn’t—do. The reason we like to do this is because we want to help those younger folks not make the same mistakes we have made. As I look back on my life,
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The Sounds of Silence(r)

A bit more than eight decades ago, the U.S. government in its infallible (according to itself) judgment to save us from ourselves pulled a fast one on us with the National Firearms Act of 1934. Time and space prevent me from fully explaining the details of how this infringement of our
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Lever Guns

Some of us who have a little—or a lot—of grey hair are saddled with an anachronistic affinity toward the lever-action rifle. Whether it’s because we spent too much time watching “The Rifleman” on television or too many John Wayne movies and are all wrapped up in nostalgia, or, perhaps
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Bitten in the Butt by My Own Words

Earlier this week I received a forwarded e-mail wanting me to “keep my word” regarding further exploration of the .30 TC cartridge. Some five years ago after the cartridge was introduced I did a hunt with the cartridge in Montana, and I mentioned in a blog that I’d like to explore the
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Missing the Candy Shot

Some guys never miss. The deer may be running like a scalded cat, zig-zagging through brush at 300 yards, and they will drill it through the heart with a single shot every time. Often, these guys are gun writers. I’m not one of them. I may be a writer of guns and other frothy tales, b
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