Seventeen Tarbos “Sandy, would you look at this?” Sandy Gutierrez had been doing casual duty helping her Vice President husband with note-taking and keeping track of his schedule of committee meetings, working breakfasts, and the various other functions taking place...
Fifteen High orbit over Tarbos The Cachalot’s Captain was not happy. “Say again, Tarbos Ground,” she barked into the wand mike on her command console. “Permission to leave orbit is denied. You are to remain in your parking orbit until released by Tarbos Ground...
Practical considerations are always a part of any decision, though.
It was a Saturday evening….
Her name was Phoebe Ann (Annie) Butler nee Mosley, but on stage, she went by Annie Oakley, and her career in the shooting arts was nothing short of remarkable.
Almost as soon as the modern-style brass rifle cartridge entered the scene in the mid-19th century, American shooters began messing around with them.
Back to the story.
For a change of pace, I have given a little thought to five weapons that you might find handy in the event of Something Bad Happening.
So, without further ado, here are five pistols you should shoot before you die, in no particular order.
Anyone who has read much of my work knows I am a wheelgun man.
Every enthusiastic shooter and collector has a list of guns they want to own, or maybe just to shoot.
So why is this one of the top five shotguns you should shoot before you die?
From Whence Beer? In these virtual pages we've seen some sterling reviews of various beers, so I thought I'd do some speculation as to the origins of the noble brew itself. Benjamin Franklin is reputed to have said "beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be...
Jon frowned down at his shoes.
While Winchester produced several slide-action and semi-auto rimfires prior to the introduction of the Model 52, for the purposes of this piece we’ll just look at (rimfire) bolt guns.
My ideal small-to-medium game rimfire rifle would take this form…
It was in the conquest of Gaul and its aftermath that Antony’s various talents came to the fore.
Someday, probably after I retire and hang up my traveling shoes, I’d like to have another gun dog.
What could possibly go wrong?
Blessed be those who, in the face of death, think only about the front sight.
Every crowd of teenagers has at least one misfit.
Jon beamed; he wasn’t accustomed to his culinary skills receiving that sort of acclaim.
Ewart Grogan was not a man to cross.
Now, as I write these words, I’m seated in a comfortable chair in a warm house, drink at my elbow, with music playing.