I did a meme photoshop!

Well, actually an MS Paint. I ran across this comment from mil-scifi author Col. Tom Kratman and thought it needed illustration.

SMLE rebuild attempt 1

Well, the smle arrived and I'm not impressed. I ordered a new stock, forestock and handguards from Numrich and stock bands and screws from Sarco. Here's what I started with:

 Yeah, pretty awful, but that's just wood. What's worse is what I find next. The charger bridge (the piece that goes across the top of the receiver to hold the stripper clips) has obviously been broken off and welded.

Here are the original photographs.


If you have trouble seeing
the break, I've highlighted it here.



















And to add insult to injury, here's the last straw:

 

 That's right, Bubba the gun mangler shortened the barrel by a good 3 inches, so it no longer fits in the forestock. Well, that means another order to Numrich and wait another couple of weeks while I figure out how to fake up a barrel wrench and an action wrench, cause I'm already $300 into this project, which is as much even a good SMLE is worth, let alone this one.

On the other hand, took it out to run a few rounds through it today. I was worried about the welded charger bridge, but that piece is just pinned in normally, and by all reports the rifle operates just fine without it. Still, it was worrisome, so I threw a sandbag over the action when I fired it the first time. Just in case. Also, I checked the headspace. I used a dime for the low space (a US dime is approx .060 inches) and a nickel (approximately .075 inches) for the no-go gauge.I had to cut them down with bolt cutters to get them in, but they checked out just fine. This is not exact, but could be improved with a bit of sandpaper.

Anyway, the gun fires beautifully. The trigger is a bout 3 lbs, with a nice clean break. I wasn't really aiming, just trying to get a feel for the gun, but bullets went downrange very accurately. The recoil on the  other hand, well, the phrase "kicks like a mule" isn't enough. More like "kicks like a rage-fueled mule on steroids." The first round I braced on my bicep, with the action under a sandbag. I didn't want to put my face that close to a 70 year-old gun that had been abused. The kick was very painful, no bruises yet though. After that, I fired from the shoulder, one shot kneeling and one laying down, both braced on the shoulder. The recoil was serious, but not painful.

SMLE project

The other day I won an online auction at gunauction.com and bought this:

The folks at NW Armory in Portland were very helpful, and as efficient as the US Govt would let them be. I completed the transaction in 30 minutes (pretty good considering the paperwork, etc), and waited 2 hours for my "instant" background check to complete.

The gun itself is a Lee Enfield No4 Mk1* (No, that's not a footnote, it's part of the model designation). This was the standard British battle rifle of WWII, an improved version of the Lee Enfield Mk1 used by British troops in WWI. It is considered by collectors to be one of the best rifles of it's era, sturdy, reliable, accurate and powerful.

This particular rifle is one of 1.2 million produced by Savage Arms at Lake Chicopee NH.The British government found that they needed more rifles than England could produce, so they contracted production out to firms in Canada, Australia and Savage in the US. In the beginning, neither Savage nor the British Army were happy with the arrangement. The Army quality control inspectors rejected many of the rifles produced by Savage, who were watching their profit in the deal being eaten by what they felt were cosmetic flaws.

The US government stepped in and resolved the situation. Through the Lend Lease program, the US government purchased the rifles and loaned them to Great Britain for the duration of the war. So this gun, and all but the very first few thousand produced were stamped U.S. PROPERTY. At the end of the war, in lieu of return of millions of guns, thousands of airplanes and dozens of ships, the British government was charged by the US government for 10% of the cost of the goods delivered, and given 50 years to pay, so this gun was not fully paid for until December 29, 2006.

If you look carefully, you can see that the stock and furniture of the rifle were at some time carved by an amateur of surprisingly little skill. This is the good side. The other looks like it was attacked by a demented, machete-wielding monkey with a spastic muscle disorder. I will be replacing the wood and hopefully getting a good rifle out of the deal.

More pictures when I get a chance to work on it.

Proiecti

You will notice a new page here, Projects (L proiecti), a place to post photos and discussion of some of my various projects.

Three years!

One method to deal with stress is to lock it in "the box". The Box is where you put stress that's too much to deal with, so you can deal with it later. The "deal with it later" part is important. Time may heal all wounds, but stress kept in the box makes for neuroses and probably heart attacks. Later, in quiet times when it's safe to do so, stuff comes out of the box, sometimes whether you want it to or not.

It's been 3 years since Susan's mastectomy, the last surgery to remove cancer from her body. Just before Christmas.

I was driving to the store last night, new years eve, thinking over the year past. I was suddenly swept over with all the grief, the pain, the frustration and most of all, the fear I had put in the box in 2010. I pulled over to the side of the road and wept. After five minutes the storm passed. I dried my face and drove on to the store.

Been a bit busy lately.

Wow, it's been a while. When I wrote that last post I was commuting 130 miles each way to work. Somehow I just didn't have a lot of energy for keeping up a blog. At the same time my wife Susan's health started taking a turn for the worse. It continued to worsen up until that magic day in the fall of 2009 when we got a diagnosis of breast cancer. She had 3 surgeries and 6 months of chemo and radiation treatments and is only now recovering from the cancer treatments. All of her scans and tests have come up clean for the last year, so we're holding on and hoping.

Not sure if I'll keep the blog going, but since I haven't any readers it's not a major issue.

Leatherstocking tails

One of the areas of the country that seems the most likely for an aspiring farmer is in Western New York. Really. One can buy 100 acres of more or less flat arable land with a 3 bedroom house and a barn for under $300,000. Many places even come with free natural gas for heating and cooking!

So, what's the downside? For me in particular, it's so far away. How can we inspect properties, check out houses, talk to the neighbors, when it's 1500 miles away. That means a trip. Actually, we were all set to go there last year, and visit my wife's uncle and cousins (her parents are from the area). I had the time off, we were just about to start making hotel reservations for the drive, when the van broke down. Two weeks, $3500 and a new transmission later, we gave up on that trip. Right now, our money is likely going into a pair of work horses and paying off bills, so it'll be next year before we could actually get out there.

There are 4 dioceses in the area we're talking about, Buffalo, Rochester, Syracuse and Ogdensberg. The Ogdensberg diocese is north of the Adirondacks, bordering Vermont. While it's a beautiful area, it's not got a lot of available farm land. The Syracuse diocese consists of the uplands between the Hudson river valley and the Allegheney and Appalachian plateaux. It includes most of the Finger Lakes region. While there's lots of good land here, it's close enough to NYC to drive prices up through the roof, particularly in the eastern areas. Some of the western cities, such as Syracuse and Binghamton do have tech industries, which means I could get a well-paying job there, if need be.

The Rochester diocese runs in a strip from Rochester on Lake Ontario south to include most of the Genesee river valley. The problem here is the bishop, specifically Matthew Clark, Bishop of Rochester. Clark is one of the most liberal bishops in the world, and has been actively driving away orthodox priests from his diocese for going on 30 years. He has 5 years left in his episcopate. My wife's uncle and his family live in Steuben county and are on the southwest corner of the Rochester Diocese (not that it would matter to them, as they're Presbyterians).

The Buffalo diocese occupies the western 1/4 of the state, from Wyoming county to Allegany. Bishop Kmiec is relatively new, but appears orthodox. Land, at least away from Buffalo, is fairly, often very cheap. This is where we're looking in NY. One good place I've found to search for properties is the Western Steuben-Allegany MLS.
With a little imagination, you can even figure out how long a parcel has been listed with them.

The other difficulty in buying land in Western NY is the taxes. Taxes are set individually by school districts, fire districts, water districts, towns, villages, cities, townships, and counties. there is no consistency from place to place, A parcel of 200,000 value will be taxed $1200 in one place, and $5000 only a few miles away. Add to that the state income tax, and you can see why farmers are being driven out of the state. In fact, taxes are the likely reason land prices are so low in NY state to begin with. It pays to be very careful to check everything out with the county auditor before you buy.

surfacing again

I started this blog as an attempt to sort out my thinking and the available options of where an agrarian, distributist, and anti-war Catholic of orthodox and traditionalist mind could set up a farm. That's still the purpose but I haven't actually done anything toward that end. A lot of my reluctance comes from the (till recently) subconscious awareness that if I really want to be a farmer I'm going to have to move from my native Washington state.

There was a time when it was possible for a man just starting out on the farming path to find a place in Washington and just get started. Some of my neighbors did just that in the '40s and '50s. The soil is in many places fertile. The rain is sufficient, albeit not well distributed through the year. The growing season is long enough, though not warm enough for melons and sweet potatoes.

The problem is that more than 75% of the land is Washington is owned by; the federal government, the state government, or one of the big timber/paper companies. What's left is marginal land, and far to expensive to be usable for farming. Same is true (to a less extreme degree) in Oregon. Ten acres of high quality farmland in Western Washington is sold as an estate, and with a rundown house would run to 1,350,000-6,000,000 dollars, depending on proximity to Seattle. Fifty acres of the more typical heavy acidic clay like we have here in Winlock would run 500,000-3,000,000. Large parcels are that rare. I simply can't afford to buy a farm here.

Where, then, to go? That was the the question I set up this blog to explore, and it's high time I got on it.

Time to light up the stove

Fall has officially arrived here on the homestead. We have fired up the wood stove.

Woodstoves have been a part of my life since I was a baby. I love the heat they give and I love cooking on them. In 1983, we had a huge windstorm in Seattle, on Thanksgiving day. Power went out over much of the city, and thousands of turkeys spoiled half-way through cooking. We invited everyone we knew to our house. We were newly married and had only an old two-burner Monarch "trash burner" woodstove, but we were able to feed 28 people in noisy, crowded comfort. Thanksgiving dinner was chili and sourdough pancakes by oil lamp light.

Our wood cookstove provides heat, hot water and cooking for the family pretty much from the onset of the rainy season till that point in spring when it doesn't seem worth the effort to keep it lit. It's a huge thing, we got used for about half the original price. We keep it fed from the woodlot that occupies the West and North edges of the property. Well, about half-fed. The 5 acres of woods produces about 1/2 the wood we need. The rest has to be purchased. I cut the standing deadwood, then the kids and I buck it to length and split it. This year we're stacking it in the new greenhouse, and it seems to be doing a great job of keeping the wood dry and accessible.

A woodstove is great for cooking on. The large, flat top is perfect for cooking things like eggs and pancakes. Cooking bacon, sausage, and anything else that generates grease without a pan, however, is a Very Bad Idea. The temperature of the stovetop varies with the distance from the firebox. So rather than changing the heat by changing the fire, you cook by moving the pot to a different part of the stove.

The oven is another matter. It can't be moved, and the smoke bypass, which forces the smoke around the oven, is not amenable to fine control. Instead, you have to keep an eye on the oven temperature and adjust the draft or the fire to to compensate for any variation. It's not as hard as it sounds, since most foods don't care about the difference between 325 and 375 degrees. For those that do, I would honestly just use the summer (electric) stove. Our oven is oversized, can hold two turkeys or two hams and easily reaches 400 degrees.

The "warming shelf" is nearly useless. It's too narrow to hold a pot or pan, and too hot to keep food except maybe salt on. I keep the kindling there. It doesn't wind upon the floor and says nice and dry. The hot water reservoir on the side is at once convenient and inconvenient. It's nice to have "instant hot water" available all the time. The downside is that it has to have water in it all the time (or else the steel warps) . The only outlet is at the bottom of the stove, really out of the way. I've been looking for a small hand pump to mount in the cover, but they all seem to have plastic parts. Given the hot environment, that might be a bad idea.

Managing a wood stove takes some getting used to if you've not done it before. Fortunately this one is airtight so I don't have to get up and feed it at 3 am like previous stoves we've had. Instead, I load it up before going to bed, and close the drafts. In the morning there's a bed of coals. I just open the drafts and drop in some wood. The fire lights itself. This is a good time to get back into bed, especially when the weather's cold. 15-20 minutes later, it's putting out enough heat to boil a kettle and maybe make some oatmeal or eggs.

It's way too easy to let the fire die in the mid-afternoon. You're warm, the house is warm, you're thinking about other things. It's difficult with wood cookstoves generally and this stove in particular to get a fire going. The smoke path is long and complex and until the chimney is warm (and providing a draft) there's very little air movement in the firebox. It's best to load it and damp it down just like at night. That way you have the firebox loaded up for making dinner besides.

Woodstove time means fall. The canning is done, the wood cutting is done, it's time to settle in to a warm, comfortable winter.

Then Again, Sometimes There's Joy

Losses

We lost the goat yesterday. We still have her two doe kids. It's one of the hardest things about farming, to lose a good animal. Heidi was about 4 years old. We got her from an animal rescue organization. She was rescued from a farm where a feral dog pack had gotten into the barn and killed almost all the other goats. So far as anyone could tell, she had never been outside of a barn before. She adapted readily to us and our three dogs, and loved having a shed where she could go in and out as she pleased. She loved green grass, and the children's presents of dandelions and blackberry leaves.

She kidded about 3 weeks ago, giving us two perfect doe kids, one on the small side and one quite large. She was an excellent mother, keeping her kids well-fed and scrupulously clean. We think she may have retained a small piece of placenta. She didn't show any signs of sickness until she started having diarrhea about a week ago. We thought she might be getting too much green grass or too much grain. We cut back her supplements and gave her more dry hay. She took a remarkable down turn on Sunday, and started showing signs of fever and infection. We called all the local vets first thing Monday, and no-one in the area could see her until late in the afternoon. The vet diagnosed coccidiosis and gave her a penicillin injection. We brought her home, and she was dead within the hour. Susan and I disagree about what killed her. She thinks it was an allergic reaction to the antibiotic that the vet gave her. I think is was the infection.

One of the hard parts is all the second-guessing that you go through. What if we had done something differently? Should we have medicated her, not knowing what the infection was? Should we have called the vet Friday? You don't usually spend $50 on an office visit just because a goat has diarrhea. Diarrhea in grazing animals is common and often just a sign of overly rich feed. Should we have called the vet on the weekend, and spent $250-$300 that we didn't have on a vet call? I don't have any answers to the questions. I don't know for certain any of that would have saved her.

Now we're down one goat, we don't have her milk, we have two bummer kids to raise. My daughter won't be able to show her at the county fair this year. I spent $40 today on kid milk replacer and sufanilamide (to stop the infection that she almost certainly passed to the kids). We'll have to buy goat milk from the local goat dairy another year, at $6 per gallon (Susan is allergic to cow's milk), and cows milk from the store for the rest of us.

On the plus side, we have two beautiful doe kids. We might be able to breed the larger one this winter. In two years we'll have two milking goats and 2 or 3 kids, and perhaps a yearling or two to sell. That's not too bad for a $100 investment.

You just have to make the best decisions you can with the information you have. Sometimes you're right, sometimes you're wrong, and sometimes you just can't tell.