Thursday, January 17, 2008

K31



So this is yet another gun post. For Christmas I got a Swiss battle rifle called the K31. It's a bolt action rifle that first entered service in the Swiss army in 1931, hence the name. Bolt action rifles were standard equipment in WWI and even WWII, with the major exception being the US M1 Garand. The Garand was a semi automatic rifle that spit out a bullet with every pull of the trigger. As a result I have to find the appropriate ethnic restaurant if I want to hear any Japanese or German on this continent.

But back to the K31. The Swiss, being a people incapable of determining whether they preferred Churchill or Hitler, managed to stay neutral throughout all of Europe's great wars of the last century. Hence, the K31's were never fired in anger. Part of their success with neutrality hinged on the fact that the populace was armed to the teeth. In fact, the rifle I now own was issued to a Swiss citizen and was kept in his home. He was expected to show up, with rifle and ammo, in case of an emergency.

The guy who had my gun was named Mathis. I found this under the buttplate.



Mathis was a bit rough on the wood. Switzerland is cold and snowy and soldiers in the Swiss Army often wore spiked boots to help them traverse the icy Swiss Alps. Occasionally they would be forced to kick their guns free of the snowbanks they used as rifle stands. The stock shows signs of this kind of treatment.



I have already refinished the wood but those pictures can wait until I compile my range report. Needless to say it still looks old and if anything the stain I used only served to accent the various nicks, scratches, and deep gouges. I like it though.

So more to come. And some baby pictures too, of course.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Thanks Mom and Dad!



"I hope people reading this don't think Harry is saying that." Amy said.

"Good point." I responded.

Update: A small photo album can be found here.

Christmas 2007

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Some Birthday Videos

These are a bit long but I haven't gotten into the whole editing thing yet. And anyway, we Harts are into rambling stories.

Enjoy.



He was into the stickers.

And then we decorated the cake.



I did not help him with the candle. He's been practicing trying to blow out the lights on the tree.

Merry Birthday!

So barring some timezone issues, today is Harry's second birthday.

He started the day with his usual vim.



The world is his oyster.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

More Pictures

Thanksgiving came and went with nary a picture taken. It seems that whenever these family events occur Amy and I are too busy running after one kid or feeding and changing the other kid to ever stop and take a picture. So instead of big family photos we have few individual shots of the kids as taken by Amy during the normal course of a week.























This was part of Harry's attempt to be more of an Asian man. Those of you that have seen older Asian men in track suits know what he was going for.























"This is not a chocolate chip cookie."






















"Pretty please can I have fill-in-the-blank"

Antique Animations

Everyone who reads the Hart Herald knows by now that I am a fan of vintage firearms. However you may not know that I am also a fan of vintage animations. For a look back at the internet of the mid nineties, click on the animated gif image below.



Try saying "Hammer Time!" while viewing. I find it helps set the mood.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

3 Months Old Already



Where did that month go? Since the last post Eleanor has started laughing, Harry projectile vomited for the first time, and his gun is almost ready to go back into service. Thank goodness for that last one... I only had 8 or 9 years to spare.

I'm sorry to say I have no photos of his little illness but I am heartened to know he is not going to be too PC. He threw up at the multicultural festival. "Your culture makes me physically ill. *burp* In fact, I puke at all of the myriad cultures represented here today!" Of course, it is possible an amusingly timed sudden onset of violent stomach illness is just an amusingly timed sudden onset of violent stomach illness.

And now for the pictures.



Before you can laugh you stick out your tongue to show amusement.






















"Touch the refrigerator? What do you mean you have forensic evidence? Is this CSI or something?"



This is how we got the Cartesian coordinate system.



Eleanor clearly has a future in horror movies. A future that she will never realize if I have anything to say about it. Only harlots get attacked by unstoppable masked machete-wielding psychopaths and I'm raising a good girl.