It’s been a while (again) since I posted, but the last few weeks have been something of a blur. Like most people, I’ve done a few house moves, but never a double move wherein home goes to one place and business another.
I’ve worked for myself for about 25 years and always based from my home. However, as last year drew to a close I had to finally concede that I was tired of having everything under one roof. I was finally ready to make home the place I go to relax.
OK, where are we up to? Well, to begin with, we needed to sort out the floor in the new unit. It had suffered a bit over the years and some parts needed repairing and the whole thing needed a coat of paint. My friend Mike, bless him, came all the way over from Oxford to help me for a weekend and made light work of dealing with the floor issues.
The paint we used was excellent but REALLY whiffy. Mike coped OK but I ended up high as a kit and looking like a mad thing.
The next time I went back (on my own the following week) to paint the rest of the floor, I kitted myself out with a proper fume mask.
Once done, I could start ferrying stuff across to the unit and preempt some of the hassle of the impending move. Some. When that day finally came, for the first time ever I copped out and hired a professional removals firm.
Then came the blurry bit as I sorted out both home and unit. Let’s just say it went OK, but I wouldn’t want to repeat the experience anytime soon.
As well as being a firearms dealer, I also translate and edit text for people. Throughout the entire move period, I had several deadlines to take care of, plus a gazillion micro-decisions to take about how the new RFD (registered firearms dealership) will work.
First things first, I needed to get my office desk all put back together quickly so I could continue working on my edits and administer anything else that needed doing, without the hassle of relying on just a laptop on my knee.
Then the unit needed some work doing on all its doors to make them more secure, make them work properly and give the place the beginnings of a facelift.
Next, up went Bench B, the largest of the three I currently have. You may recall if you follow us on Facebook, that Bench B was a pig to disassemble and not that much fun to put back together. When you’ve just inserted your hundred-and-fiftieth screw lying on your back under the thing, you start to seriously contemplate using it for firewood.
Bench B then needed refinishing as the varnish I’d used before wasn’t suitable. Three coats later, we are now ready to actually start UNPACKING BOXES!
Next it will be Bench A (the reloading bench), at which point I can start thinking about resuming life as a target shooter.
Three months since my last post on here – yikes! Mind you, there’s been more than enough going on.
It’s finally become obvious that the RFD can’t continue in its present cramped space. The addition of a third bench made it clear that there just isn’t enough room any more.
Farewell, JDR Mk IV
I’ve been very happy to run JDR GUNS from my home, but the time has finally come to give it some real elbow room.
Every inch was packed with gun-related stuff. There was still theoretically room for another couple of safes, but you know when you can’t adequately photograph a space that it’s overstuffed.
Welcome, JDR MK V!
I’ve worked from home in one capacity or another for the past 25 years, eight of them with this firm. The temptation to always be on duty is just too great, so the time has come to separate work from home and have clear demarcation lines for each.
There it is, all 900 square feet of it. I don’t mind admitting, that is shockingly large by my standards. But, let’s be realistic, I already had about 25% of an industrial unit packed into an 11′ x 18′ garage.
A work in progress
We take possession in the next week or so and work will then commence to bring the space up to the required standard for police approval and licensing as new premises for JDR GUNS.
It’s likely to take a few months to complete, so I hope you’ll enjoy following our progress as we work towards the goal of reopening in these new premises. More details about the location and so forth nearer the time.
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing his blog so far, so thanks to my good friends David & Christel at Shooting Shed for suggesting I start one. I don’t churn posts out at the rate some sites do, but hopefully what does appear is entertaining and interesting.
2018 is one year I will wave off with very mixed feelings. So much water under the bridge and a major loss for the family. I said in an earlier post that my father went into care back in May. Things trundled along more or less OK through the summer but, as time progressed, it became obvious Dad’s health was faltering.
Dad died in hospital at the end of October, so the intervening time has been rather a blur of arrangements and back-and-forth, culminating in a windswept and rainy funeral down in Cornwall.
My father is a hard person to sum up in a few lines, because he was such a mixture. Despite having a fearsome temper, he seemed to be one of those people everybody turned to in a crisis. He could be volatile and grouchy, but also blessed with a terrific sense of humour. When we all met up for a meal the night before Dad’s funeral, we spent much of the time laughing about some of his most unintentionally comical outbursts when my brother and I were kids.
We’ll all miss him badly, but the boys are coming over this year and we’ll remember with fondness the end of 2015 when, appalled by the cost of Christmas trees, the four of us got rather merry, sawed a dead branch off one of the trees in the garden, decorated it with baubles and then sat down to watch Die Hard. Yipee ki-yay, that was a good Christmas!
This year’s tree is more traditional, but with a hobby-based spin. We have 30-40 Krag, 44 Magnum and a handful of 308 Win (all inert of course) gracing the tree’s branches. I am seriously wondering about selling Christmas tree ammunition next year, for people who shoot, or perhaps just fancy something a little out of the ordinary.
Once again, son no. 2 – Ben – will be our chef and I guess I will probably be the chief washer-upper. There’ll be a litany of movies to watch (most likely including Die Hard again) and I think we might have a game or two of Exploding Kittens or Cards Against Humanity.
Have a good Christmas break and I hope 2019 brings the very best for you.
This weekend was a little different to normal. A local gun club I’ve joined was upgrading its range and needed a few spare bodies to help out. I don’t have any particular skills in fabrication or carpentry (just basic bodging) so didn’t really know what to expect.
As it turned out, I had one of the most enjoyable and rewarding days for some while. I’m still sore and stiff from lugging stuff about, but there’s nothing like a work day to get to know some of the other guys a bit better.
Judging from the comprehensive drawings that had been produced, a great deal of preparation and planning had gone into this work. Today’s task was to ensure the safest possible conditions for the club’s pistol shooters by installing a new set of baffles.
Even so, there were a few IKEA moments – ones when the blood drains from everyone’s faces because they think they’ve assembled everything back to front. Thankfully, we hadn’t. This structure probably tops half a ton, so not exactly Meccano.
The really nice thing was that, if things did go slightly awry, nobody got rattled or lost their cool. It was all puzzled out by discussion, suggestion, trial and error and (much as I loath buzzwords) teamwork. There was also that kind of blokish banter (sadly not much of it printable) which made the time pass easily.
Firing ranges, by their very nature, need a fair bit of maintenance. Frames get shot to bits, debris needs regular clearing out and equipment has to be checked and periodically replaced. This project is part of an ongoing makeover to enhance safety and security at the range.
After a few hours’ work, the steelwork was safely in place. Supported at each end, bolted in multiple locations and then welded just to be absolutely sure. Now it’s in, it’s not going anywhere.
Members like me with muzzle-loading revolvers and long-barrel pistols and revolvers can now resume their sport. It’s a great little 25-yard indoor range and ideal for gallery load development.
I’ve not really said anything about this, but the last two years have been particularly trying.
Up until May this year, I had my elderly dad living with me and I have to say it was not easy. Old age brings its own challenges, but there were some complicating factors which made it all especially difficult.
In the end, I got so burned out, I pretty much lost my independence and all my hobbies and interests went on the backburner. That’s an experience I hope never to repeat.
I didn’t completely lose my way as a shooter though. There were one or two guns on the list which I managed to pick up in the meantime, such as this Marlin:
If you’re a cinema goer, you may recall this as being the same model toted by Chris Pratt in the first Jurassic World film. And what a gun it is!
Thankfully, exhausted as I was, I didn’t lose the ability to have a laugh. It’s a valuable way of letting off steam.
Eventually, I had to stop being an impromptu carer or I really was destined for a tinfoil hat. So, very reluctantly, I had to broach the tricky subject of Dad going into full-time care. Damn, that was the hardest conversation of my entire life.
My father went into care in May and I was expecting to then launch myself straight back into everything.
Nnneeeegh – wrong! Instead, I sat in a stupor for about two weeks, just slowly recharging my batteries and then, eventually, mulling over what I wanted to do with the business and hobbies.
Small steps first – I spent a few more weeks repairing the house and getting my office and dealership space as I need them.
The various spaces aren’t fully utilised yet, but that is partly deliberate. You always need room to expand and so I’ve built that in.
I feel particularly lucky to have a really nice reloading area. Handloading was another aspect to the shooting hobby which I always enjoyed, but which just died off while I was otherwise occupied. I’ve now started up again and am enjoying getting back into it.
I once asked someone what sort of space was needed for a reloading setup and the droll reply was, “twice as much as you originally planned for!” They were right. Reloading expands to fill the space available and then just overflows everywhere. Space – the final frontier. Have plenty of it, if you can.
45-70 Govt is a new one on me. In the intervening two years, I have acquired two or three guns which I have still yet to fire, one of which is the Marlin 1895SBL shown above. I like straight-walled cartridges; they’re nice and easy to work with.
Trail Boss is the powder for now. The Marlin can take some very stiff loads but I’m working with very modest ones here. This is partly because all the bullets I have are plain cast lead (without gas checks – the copper gaskets you need to have on the base of a lead bullet being drive at more than 1,100 fps). I’m also naturally cautious when starting a new calibre. It’s a good idea not to go crazy and start making powerful loads until you’re sure of what you’re doing.
A visual inspection of all cases after adding powder. Making sure they all actually have powder and that none are under or over-filled.
405gr cast lead bullets; real beasts. The 45-70 can fell a bear so it’s a big old round. The cartridge was originally used in guns like the Springfield trapdoor and other single-shot rifles. It’s a 45-70 because it’s 45 calibre and originally would have had 70 grains of black powder.
Once the visual inspection is complete, I pop an inverted bullet on top of each case. This means I know they are all ready to go and also prevents powder spillage or other accidents if you accidentally nudge the tray.
And there they are, a handful of newly-made 45-70 Govt rounds. Anything going into a tubular magazine needs a nice firm crimp, otherwise the bullets can get forced back into the cases under recoil and then the internal pressure goes up.
I’m looking forward to trying them out. It should be good fun.
So, there we were at Saxmundham, setting up for a wedding display. Superficially a warm, sunny day, but high winds on the beach actually made it feel cold!
There was absolutely no open vehicular access to the beach, so my idea of getting my truck down there and saving everyone the effort of lugging it all down a path and across the flint shingle was for nought.
This show was for a friend, so we really wanted to lay on some spectacle. Hence the predominance of aerial shells, including a 7″ strobe at the end.
I’ve never had the experience of whacking wooden stakes into a stone-laden beach, but it was actually rather easy and they all held well. Somehow, hammering into a large mass of round pebbles has the dual effect of making displacement easy and offering sufficient mass to hold the stake in place.
Pete, the groom, who also owns his own pyrotechnics firm, took time to come down and see us and had his picture taken with the finale shell. The couple also very kindly sent us a crate of Bud for after the display.
Nearing the end of what was a very challenging rig. Foiling over the tubes is a good way to prevent flashover (accidental ignition from one item to another) and keep the weather out. It didn’t rain, but you never know in Britain and especially not by the sea.
Thankfully, the wind had dropped a good bit by this point.
My son said I “looked tired and pissed off” when I sent him this. I was actually tired and in pain, but not at all fed up. Me and my fag are a long, long way from anything flammable in this shot, by the way.
And so, it kicks off. About 10.10 p.m. and after a countdown from the crowd, standing a long way off at the top of the hill/cliff/whatever, but lubricated with enough drink to be heard from where we were, down by the control box.
There were three sites in this display; a common setup in pro displays. This was the centre one. My lens wasn’t wide angle, so I couldn’t capture all three at the same time.
A gorgeous golden mine effect, topped with blue stars and some red ones from another item (possibly from the right-hand site).
Strobe shell finale. One 7″ and two sixes. The photo does not do them justice. They were astonishingly nice.
The shooting sports in Britain are facing yet another random assault by officialdom. Based on no actual evidence at all, there are moves afoot to ban 50 cal rifles out of “fears for public safety” and MARS/lever-release rifles on the grounds that they are “rapid fire”. Unfortunately, the draft “Offensive Weapons Bill” is sufficiently vague in its wording to make future arbitrary bans quite easy.
If you shoot, be it shotguns, rifles or in any other discipline in the UK, you should write to your MP as soon as possible, before the Bill gets it Second Reading and voice your concerns. Please, I urge you, be polite, rational and succint. Make reference to the NRA’s letter to the Home Office and the government’s own assurances that changes to existing gun laws must be evidence-based. Many MPs are in agreement with us that this law is illiberal and a step backwards. We do have friends in parliament; we just need to remind them we need their help with this Bill.
Incidentally, this is not a uniquely British phenomenon. Other nations who share our outlook on sensibly regulated shooting have adopted this mindset. Canada is currently undergoing similar trials with the passage of Bill C71 through its Parliament. Over there, the Liberal government has rubbished the previous Conservative government’s policy of common-sense firearms regulation and, again on no real grounds at all, decided to introduce a welter of paperwork, making sports shooting much more difficult for the law-abiding.
It’s over to us, the law-abiding shooters. We are the most closely regulated bunch of sportsmen out there and we need to become much more vocal or we will just go on losing more and more shooting disciplines.
I’ve just spent a very interesting few days with a professional fireworks company down in Oxfordshire, Illusion Fireworks.
I’ve been doing fireworks displays with various people on and off for quite a few years but, compared to some of the seasoned pros at Illusion, I’m really just a rookie and there was a massive amount to learn. So, I went down to Wallingford to attend Illusion’s company training day and then help out on the display.
It was a boiling hot weekend; almost ideal weather conditions for pyrotechnics. On the Saturday, we split into two groups with the more experienced people learning about the electronic firing system and the newer people like me going through the basics of how to rig and de-rig the Illusion way.
We learned all about fusing and tools and equipment we would need. We also got to see what happens when fireworks malfunction and the rigourous measures that are in place to ensure everybody is safe should anything go wrong.
In the evening, we had an absolutely fantastic meal at Anokhi Indian Restaurant in Wallingford. It was, quite simply, the best Indian food I’ve ever tasted and the hospitality was superb. I’m hoping we’ll go there many more times in the future as a group.
Illusion is a member of BPA, the British Pyrotechnists’ Association and provides displays all over the country. Like I said, I’ve worked with a few in the past but Illusion’s standards are incredibly high and its director, Karl Mitchell-Shead, puts heart and soul into his work designing truly memorable displays.
It might not seem like it, standing in the audience, but professional fireworks displays take an awful lot of preparation and even for relatively small shows, the crew will normally be on site for most of the afternoon prior.
In the best of traditions, rookies usually get handed the mundane jobs to do. So, I pre-empted this by volunteering to rake up dry grass on the firing site. This meant we didn’t end up taking bags of grass home with our firework debris.
The evening display was at Dorney Court, a popular venue for couples getting married. This particular evening, we were putting on a demo night so that they could see one of our pyromusicals and hopefully book up both at Dorney Court and with Illusion.
I was fortunate enough to get pretty much a ringside seat. I and another chap were asked to keep an eye on the dry grass so that the lawn didn’t get singed. Thus, we sat relatively close to the action, at a safe distance but out of sight of the crowd.
One thing I can say after that weekend is that I must have got two years’ worth of exercise in about three days! There is an awful lot of lugging about of equipment, hammering in stakes, fusing, running wires and cleaning up to be done. But it’s all worth it at the end when you hear the “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd.
That’s what many people who dislike mice or rats will give as a reason. Personally, the tails have never bothered me. It would soon bother the animal though, if it didn’t have its tail . A mouse relies on its tail for balance and to control its body temperature.
– I once found eight mice inside a 410 shell box I had given them. They had opened just the one corner and all got inside. How they managed to breathe still baffles me. –
Mice come in a huge variety of colours and markings, but most of mine tend to be either selfs (single colour all over) or sealpoint, bluepoint (like the respective feline breeds) or sometimes tans (dark top, lighter underbelly and with a clear demarcation).
– Basil was enormous. Fully grown, his body alone was 14cm long. –
If you decide to get mice as pets, please do consider getting them from a breeder. Mice from breeders tend to be larger, more resilient and and better socialised. Pet shop mice are generally smaller, poorer specimens and often totally stressed out due to overcrowding and poor sanitary conditions. That said, one of the loveliest pet mice I ever had came from a shop in Norwich.
– Niffler. A truly incredible little creature. She really attached herself to me. She was actually a pet shop mouse and tame from day 1. –