J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE

I have one for my AK-it is nothing special when compared to my M7 US Bayonet which has such wonderful steel that after a proper sharpening, you can actually shave with it if you don't mind sticking a razor sharp double edged blade that close to your face.

I believe I could get it down the stairs. I moved a gunsafe up a similar flight of stairs with a come along and an appliance dolly some years back. I am sure I could get it open as well. I am, however, of the opinion that the safe is probably empty or full of worthless crap.

I guess this doesn't exist then https://www.brownells.com/gunsmith-tools-supplies/general-gunsmith-tools/taps-dies/dies/fractional-carbon-dies-prod41701.aspx

I'm putting together a sporter Argentine Mauser with 98 bottom metal in a 98 stock. Everything is done except, I need the rear screw to be about 3/8 of an inch longer. Screw size is 1/4x22 tpi Whitworth 55 degree thread. Would anyone have a source or a die so that I could make my own? Thanks J. Mark

Blackwater-he's made more cowboy hats than you can shake a stick at

So a hat maker tells him what to use and the rest of you are still spitballin' It is 2020 I guess

Crescendo

"Kris, I thank you for the coffee. Tomorrow morning I'm heading out. Appreciate the cot saved me a little money." I said quietly. Kris looked at me a moment "You are welcome to the coffee and the cot anytime. I think I can take care of the place myself." she smiled as she said it while placing her shotgun under the counter. "Where are you headed this time Mark?" I smiled "Well now, have you ever heard of Flint Mountain?" Kris looked and thought a moment "In Montana, right?" I smiled "Correct, well you won't find me there."

My brother and I sound nearly identical on the phone. . . but no, the confusion is fun

Nothing but the law https://www.atf.gov/file/100871/download

If they are not an FFL holder and they are buying and selling guns for profit, our opinions here on the wire aren't the ones they need to worry about.

Practice??? what's that?

Get a screw gauge and determine what you have diameter and pitch wise. You should then be able to find something with which to work. A good gunsmith can cut screws on a lather with a single point cutter, but for multiple screws on a replica gun, that would be cost prohibitive.

You may wish to try a crossdraw holster on your left side. While it requires additional attention on maintaining muzzle control, it can be very fast. I'm about 10 minutes south of you if you want to borrow one and give it a try. I might even be tempted to show you a few tricks FJT showed me years ago.

I have some old .38-40 cartridges from the early 1900's. The primers have failed, but I broke down two rounds replaced the primers and reloaded them out of curiosity. Performance was not any different that I would have expected 90 year old powder I estimate

I stopped by the jail to see how the gambler was doing. "J. Mark, the Doc is in back now." UB ushered me back to the cell after I laid my guns on his desk. "He's been sleeping a lot, Doc said the laudnum would do that." I nodded in understanding. As we went back, I saw the doctor unwrapping the bandages to inspect the stump. As he tossed the bloody bandages into a bucket I looked on. "How's he doing?" The Doctor looked at me "Got a fever, but the stump is healing, no sign of gangrene, at least not yet, he might just make it." I looked on, lost in thought for a moment. The doctors words brought me out of it. "Why bother saving him? from what I've heard, you don't have an aversion to killing." I looked at him through narrowed eyes. "No, I don't guess I do. As to why? I figured he'd die, it was intended as a kindness towards you." The Doctor stammered a moment "Yes, I see that, I'm sorry I didn't see it before." I laughed "Doc-I'm not that easy to offend. UB if there are no warrants out on this man, I'd as soon not press charges.." UB pointed his head towards his desk and I followed him, dropping my revolvers back into theie holsters. "There is paper on him from at least three states, your poker winnings just went up $750.00, you want I should donate it to the orphanage again?" I paused, "No, I have a different use for that money. When it is available let me know. I have to go to Kris Dress shop" UB grinned "$750.00 would buy you a lot of dresses." I chuckled, "Nah, I could never do them the justice that you do." With that I walked out and down the street. At the shop I knocked on the door and Kris answered with a big smile on her face. "It's about time you said 'Hello' Mark, I was getting plumb irritated." I removed my hat and walked in. "Heard you were worried about the store, figured if you had a cot, I might just spend a few nights keeping an eye on things."

Calling man on cheating almost always has the same result and this time was no different. I saw as the gambler tried to twist his body to the left in preparation to draw and I kicked as hard as I could, striking his shin hearing the snap of the bone. His face went white and his gun clattered to the ground. In an instant Marshal UB had kicked the gun away and had his own colt covering the man on the ground. Carefully, he checked for and removed a hideout gun and a knife from the gambler before instructing two men to haul him to the jail and get the Doctor. Once he was out of the Saloon, UB sat across from me in the man's seat. "I'll need a written statement from each of you before you leave town. J. Mark how about you come by the office first and we'll get yours out of the way." It wasn't a question, but a politely phrased order and I had no intention of arguing. I finished my drink and spread the Gambler's money among the other players, taking the pot for myself before rising to my feet. I tipped my hat to Whiskey and apologized for the ruckus, dropping a handful of gold coins on the bar. I followed UB out the door, noting the trail of blood from the man's leg. Outside, UB quietly spoke "You should of killed him, would have saved a heap of trouble." I nodded "Well Marshal, from the look of the blood trail he's leaving, I may have." As we stepped into the office, the Doctor was preparing frantically to amputate the man's leg just above the knee. He glanced over at UB, "Bone cut an artery, damage is too bad to fix, his only chance is an amputation and. . . I've never done one." UB took a moment, "Well do your best, it ain't like we have much choice." "Marshal, I had some training in the war, I know the procedure and have done it a few times." The doctor looked at me seemingly relieved. and UB looked at me. "If you're game" I dropped my hat and guns on the desk and rolled up my sleeves. The cell floor was slick and covered in blood already, "Move that tourniquet up a few inches and get me a scalpel and a bone saw. UB, you got any booze?" He handed me a bottle and I rinsed my hands and the man's leg, then forced the remainder of the bottle down his throat. "Tie him to the cot, hard. UB throw some blankets down on the floor, I don't want to slip in the blood." The doctor stepped back and I checked the tourniquet "Get the sutures" I instructed as I began cutting through the flesh above the knee. "Bone saw" I instructed and it was handed to me. I cut quickly, but not to quickly, remembering the surgeon I saw cut trough a patient's leg into his own and later dying from infection. When the bone was cut, I began with the scalpel exposing the artery and tying it off before cutting the remaining tissue into a flap and began stitching it over the exposed bone. The doctor worked across from me stitching the flap shut, then bandaging the wound tightly. "Ease up on the tourniquet, until he just starts bleeding again, but no more." I checked the man's pulse, it was faint and hard to find, but it was there. The doctor looked him over "By god, I think he'll live-how many times have you done that before?" "Three" I responded "And if he lives he'll be the first." I wiped at the blood covering my hands and clothes. "UB, you think you could send someone over to the hotel to get my other clothes, these are gonna need a wash, or burning. If the statement can wait I'll head over to the bath house and get myself cleaned up." UB nodded "I'll do it myself" I pulled off my bloody shirt wiping the remaining blood off with a towel and slung my gunbelt over my shoulder and propped my hat on lightly. "See you shortly." UB looked at the Doctor. "You really think he will pull through?" The Doctor looked back and nodded almost imperceptibly in the affirmative. "His pulse is better already. You know I've seen surgery many a time, that was a performance." UB squinted, "How do you mean?" The Doctor took a breath "That man didn't waste a movement, he knew exactly what was needed." UB pondered "He was an officer in the War, I guess making decisions is 2nd nature. I just can't figure out why someone who has seen and dealt so much death bothered with this cheater."

Last one I had done was a 28" octagon for an 1886 in .45-90 with a custom twist rate. IIRC it was about 700 bucks. It was also 20 years ago

It might, depends upon liner availability. Do what floats your boat. There are lots of reasons for preserving a gun, but they aren't holy relics. If you buy it make it how you want and damn the naysayers

UB looked over the four bodies. "There's paper on two of them, total of 500.00 dollars, I'll see that you are paid when the bank opens, but I noticed something odd." I looked at him, "Do we have a problem?" I asked cautiously "No, no problem, its just that usually I get bodies with bullet holes, looks like someone beat these men to death." I nodded, Something like that, as I said they jumped me as I was breaking camp, wasn't wearing my guns, but I had a piece of firewood in hand. I smacked one upside the head, pulled the second one off his horse, figure his neck broke when I drove him into the ground." UB looked at me hard "And the other two?" I shrugged my shoulders "Couldn't say, by then I was seeing red." I held up my fists which were scrapped and reddened "I looked around afterwards and the best I can figure is one shot me before I could get to him." I pulled my vest aside showing a red line of blood seeping through my shirt,across the edge of my torso. "Just a flesh wound, but I hate being shot." UB shook his head "How long you figure to be in town?" he asked. I showed mock surprise "Am I not welcome here?" He looked at me "I suppose you are...even the plagues were sent by G-d" I chuckled "Been called a lot of things, but a plague, that's new. See me over at the saloon, I'll buy you a drink."

As I walked into the Town Marshal's office I saw two men stripping down and I suppressed an outright laugh. "Marshal, I've got some men tied across their saddles out front, tried to bushwack me this morning while I was breaking camp about 5 miles east of here. Don't recognize them, but they look to be the type who might have paper out. When you get done with your prisoners I'd appreciate it if you take a look. Any reward money can go to the orphanage." UB looked at me. "Be along shortly, you plan on sticking around?" I shook my head no and responded "Unless you need me to, I have business in Dodge City and have traveling to do. I have a bit of time to spare I suppose, if I'm needed. I'll be at the saloon til your ready. Linn, Doc, glad to see you are still above ground."

The 71's have their own following and are increasing in price. The Alaskan conversions have removed many original guns from the original market. If I were of a similar bent I would replace the barrel so the gun could be returned to original. This will also allow you to get the right twist rate for the round you are converting the gun to shoot. If you find an otherwise altered gun that has little collectibility, a reline would be cheaper and would maintain the original appearance of the gun if you don't get the barrel marked with the correct caliber...but that is a risky condition to leave a gun in for its next caretaker

The brain is a weapon, but in Alpo's case it is Airsoft

Do you really believe that a reporter did not know the term was pejorative?

BP loadings are much less painful to shoot, and shooting a trap door from a bench is a recipe for discomfort. Use a shooting stick instead and it allows your body to move with the recoil. As to 500 grain bullets, I used to load them for a Siamese Mauser to Maximum Ruger loadings for the #1 IIRC they were about 250 fps slower than a 458 Win Mag with a 500 grain jacketed bullet. I shot a hundred in a shooting session and lived to regret it.