Does anyone passing through here have any experience with the Upper Nisqually Sportsmen’s Club?
Scott and I are looking for a club to join. I like the distance they have for the rifle range and their assortment of weekend matches, but I would like to see if anyone has any experience with the folks out there.
Why yes, I did have naughty thoughts at work last week.
All I could think of was threading and baffles and end caps, oh my.
Still in “light duty mode” untill the 21st, but I made a rolling floor. Kind of…..
That’s the better part of $10K in 2inch stainless steel schedule 40 tubing. The rest is either already fitted/welded or hasn’t been cut yet.
There are 120 assemblies requiring 175 cuts on a bandsaw, not including the 476 12 inch legs made of 1-1/4in stainless steel tubing, and some 225 stainless end caps, that need to be welded on, all so that the new Starbucks warehouse can have bumpers to try and keep the forklift drivers from hitting the walls.
I’m not the one who is scheduled to weld the assemblies together, which would make me unhappy except I have been told that the paint crew will be taking their sanders to all the welds until they look seamless.
I’m not so sure I want to have my stainless weld-porn to be erased. Though it would be nice to impress.
I am, however, going to try and get the welding gig when we build the door guards out of 4in and 6in diameter schedule 40 stainless.
Y’all may recall my liking of John Buchan’s early twentieth-century thrillers. One that’s a rollicking read but that I’d always thought more than a bit fanciful is Greenmantle, about a Muslim uprising in the Caucasus, instigated by the non-Muslim Germans, allied with the Turks as they were at the time, to tip the balance in WWI.
Well, here’s a Muslim prophet, Sheikh Mansur, who led an uprising in the late eighteenth century, wore a green shawl, and was secretly an Italian.
When it gets applied to their SWATting friends.
You’ll likely remember the case of John Crawford, the guy who was waving around a toy rifle at a Walmart and had a private individual call 911 saying this much, and when the police showed up, didn’t drop the item in question and was subsequently shot dead by the responding officers.
You may also remember that the local D.A. could get the officers indicted.
So the D.A. has gone after the guy who called 911
Fairborn Municipal Court Judge Beth Root ruled that probable cause exists to prosecute the 911 caller in the John Crawford III police-involved fatal shooting after reviewing affidavits submitted by Greene County residents.
Root found probable cause that Ronald T. Ritchie, the lone person to call 911 from Beavercreek’s Walmart before shots were fired Aug. 5, 2014, could be prosecuted for making false alarms, a first-degree misdemeanor punishable by maximums of six months in jail and a $1,000 fine.
There is uncertainty as to what legal steps may happen next, but Root wrote that the case should be referred to a prosecutor.
Now, I saw this story at the hyper-leftist Crooks & Liars site, where the author ended her post by saying “If nothing else, perhaps people will stop and think before they call 911 with false reports of people menacing with guns.”
Except that her bigoted cohorts who have a hatred for open-carrying citizens and like to call the police on people in the frozen foods aisle who are exercising their civil rights. I wonder if they’ll appreciate her support for this when they get billed for using 911 as a weapon?
After damaging myself on Monday last week, I stayed home on Tuesday to let the damage settle itself and went back to work on Wednesday.
To find a project someone else had started, gotten frustrated with, and set aside.
We are building the lot of stairway hand rail for a waste waste treatment plant in Hawaii. It has to be removable because it is of only occasional use and they cannot use mild carbon steel because, well, Hawaii.
So they’re using stainless steel for the occasional hand rail and bronze for the embedded rail pockets as well as the buckets that go in the pockets when the rail is not in use.
Because I know both how to braize bronze and TIG-weld, and because one of my hands is down by 20% and I’m technically on light-duty, I got to TIG-braize me some bronze.
There are 32 pocket fills to go with the 32 embedded rail pockets. These each got a 1/2in hole drilled in the top both so that they wouldn’t float out and so that they’d be easier to pick out of the embedded pocket so the stainless steel rail could go in.
I didn’t get a chance to photograph the pockets as the project was very behind schedule when it got handed to me and they were being swooped up as fast as I could get them finished.
For future reference: Bronze braizing is best done with Oxy-Acetelyne fire, but is very, very slow. Using electric fire is faster but not very pretty. Also, it acts very much like aluminum, except before it wets up, you’ll hear something similar to radio static and that is when you dip and move. If you wait to see the puddle, you’ll start blowing out. And lastly, there is beau-coup zinc in bronce. Watch out for metal poisoning.
Do you got the mad Do It Yourself skills?
Want to build a house for you and your family, but that sounds like a bit much to tackle?
Start here: Build Your Own Teardrop Trailer
Dave the RNS Photographer bought himself a very awesome one a while back, and I’ve envied it. But it cost a very pretty penny that I don’t have.
I’ve thought about buidling my own from the wheels up, until I discovered how much of a PITA it is to license a home-built trailer.
But these guys start out with one of those flat 4ft x 8ft trailers you can buy from a Chinese import store and build from there. I’d have to scale up, because that is what I always do, but the idea is the same.
This poor fellow is in need of some target acquisition assistance. What d’yall think is a good choice?
Can’t see much without my glasses
Mostly it’s like I need a shot of penicillin after talking to Sanders’ supporters.
These guys have the right idea
You can almost smell the chlamydia in the room when they’re in numbers.
When you least expect it to. Unsurprisingly.
I was rolling some rather stout pieces of Marine Channel across one of the fitting tables at work in the process of flame cutting some copes into the flanges on Monday morning.
In one of my less than stellar moments, I guess that I tried to catch the largest piece after it slipped out of my hand. I was able to catch it, if by “catch it” you mean stop it from landing flat on the upturned flange of another piece of channel table with a huge crash by not getting the middle finger of my left hand out of the way fast enough.
Physics being what it is, this caused the bone in the tip of my finger to snap and split the tip of my finger open like a cherry tomato. The gory mess that followed is to horrific to post and caused me to spend three hours in the E.R. where I got six stitches and a splint. I get to keep my fingernail though, so I got that going for me.
I’ll be back to work today after spending part of yesterday finding gloves I can use while bandaged and splinted. I go back for a followup on Friday when I should learn just how long this crap will take to heal. I’ve got a little more than three weeks until Boomershoot, so I have a goal, at least.
On the plus side, because every thing needs a plus side, my “Flipping the Bird While Driving” game just went up like 300%. I swear you can see this thing from one side of the interstate to the other.