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No, not really home yet, I'm getting ready to pack and head out the door for this morning's confabulating, but I couldn't let this calumny go undefended!

This *is* the Home of the Armorer. This *is* Castle Argghhh! And this, ladies and gents (and undecideds) is the Smorgasbord of Argghhh! What's not to like about this decorating schema? (Plus, it's another reason to Vote For Us!)

SWWBO has her own version of the what this is, a sofa-table-thingy or some such term of art. And she's kinda whining about the use I put it to prolly less than 24 hours after I schlepped it into the house.

But hey, she wanted to go shooting, and I was just laying out her options for what we had ammo on-hand for that she might find interesting.

I repeat - that stuff is there for *her* benefit. That fact that we were going shooting last weekend and the pistols are still there on the table is *not* relevant. Sheesh. The kitties like to play with 'em, too, y'know.

Oh - and KCSteve - The Interior Guard *is* present - there are two of them On Duty (or snuggling) just above the Polish VIS pistol. (To understand that, you'll have to visit SWWBO's place and read the comments.) So it's not like these things are just laying around unattended or something.

And for those of you muttering to yourselves, "He *is* going to id those things, right?" Here ya go.

Left to right: The Armorer's nickel-plated Remington-Rand vet-bringback M1911A1 (I could afford this one - collectors don't like plated guns, but hey - it has *history* which fits 'round here) - Polish TT-33, Austrian Steyr M1911, Polish Radom Vis, and, snuggled in it's holster-stock, an Inglis Chinese Contract Browning Hi-Power.


Great set of hatchmarks in that there PIX. Wonder what the Coffee Table did to earn them?
That chromed M1911 is a ringer for the one that a certain Vulture carried--*not* this Vulture--to replace the lump of rust he found in his holster the day after he got pulled out of a flooded paddy. The pistol's history wouldn't perchance include a sojourn in the Land of the Two-Way Aerial Gunnery Range ca. '68 through '70, with one of the owners being a pilot and another being an SF E-7, would it?
Ooop--almost forgot. Boq's on the loose, so the Moat Fleet will prolly get that much-needed de-barnacling over the weekend...
Don't know what's worse, the barnacles encrusting her, or the green algae covering them. Her teak deck hath turn grey, and its brass and copper fittings are pitted and bespoilt. Oh! The Sand Pebbles is a sad-sad sight to behold.
Boq! Welcome back :-)
I see them now - in our house they'd be on the table, rather than next to it. In fact, that's why the 'coffee table' in our living room is kept scrupulously clear of all objects. Not necessarily by us, you understand.
Interior Guard, eh? I tellya, man, if I ever get the estate settled and find I have some play money, I'm gonna get y'all an anti-cat-fur air filter for the place. I reckon the stuff doesn't hurt the loosely-fitted military weapons, (the hand-held ones, anyway) but it can be hell on the 'puters, and I betcha you're more influential with the latter than the former, these days. I recall the time I made snarky remarks about cat hairs in one of yer almost-photomicrographs of one of your prime specimens.
Ah, the Admiral returneth from his looong voyage. Welcome back. I admit I got tired of polishing the brass, and Marvin just bitched about doing it. Bill - that pistol was carried in WWII, Korea, and early Vietnam by a Marine Colonel. The family was liquidating assets for undisclosed reasons after his death. I took the pistol off their hands and made a promise that if they wanted it back within 15 years I'd let 'em have it for the purchase price. 5 years to go.
His twin brother stayed longer--and his last owner hasn't checked into the net this week, so I can't ask him if he managed to keep the souvenir hunters at 90th Repl Depot from stealing it.