FILTHICUS: BLOOD AND SNOW

Well! Harrrumpffff!

The glaciers around Castle Limegreene are slowly giving way up here. We’re finally getting spring weather. There still are going to be some cold, shitty days… but winter has pretty much had the bun. The babies will start showing up now any day - and there’ll be nests, goslings and ducklings in all the parks. Life returns, by God Almighty - it’s all good! The winters get more bitter and longer, the older I get.

But the other day, my dawg gladiators got their first kill. A baby weasel or ermine was loose in my back yard and the Niglet accidentally-on-purpose stomped it… and little Ferg moved in and finished it off! I dunno what it was… it was about twice or thrice the size of a field mouse. After the li’l beaner killed it… he ran around parading the dead body and wouldn’t give it up to his mom or the Niglet. He got downright pissy when mom  finally got it away from him and threw it in the garbage. Ferg wanted to bring it in the house and eat it, HAR HAR HAR! HAR HAR HAR!!! 

I can’t wait to sic him on Cederq or Don or one of the other senior delinquents: he’ll run up their pant leg at the speed of light, chomp their balls and then go for the jugular when they double over!!! HAR HAR HAR! They will be killed and eaten too!

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So… in other news… I am already in trouble with my beloved Ruger No.1 single shot. Awhile back I lost the lever latch screw and the spring. And gawddammitall to hell… the local smiths are not wanting anything to do with it!🤬 Ruger’s parts and warranty outfit in Canada is in Queerbec. I’ve got inquiries in with them now but if things go the way I suspect… getting any customer service out of them will be an iffy proposition at best. I also have inquiries in with Ruger themselves… but getting parts over the border can be a bear too. I am not hopeful. All I need is a two bit tiny machine screw and the tiny leaf spring and that’s it! The fuggin parts’ll fit in an envelope! If I don’t miss my guess… this thing is going to turn into a goat rodeo…But even if it does… I have options. I’ll take the .223 Tupperware rifle out after deer this year if I have to. I also have my BPCR rifles.

I have other life or death issues on my plate too. My tobacco seeds went into the dirt on Monday and I’m not seeing any sprouts yet. My seeds are two or three years old so who knows? They might not be any good…? It appears my new pipe off Fleabay is about a week out too… and I don’t know what to expect from that. I am looking for a short stubby pipe of the type favoured by guys like MacArthur or Chesty Puller… just a regular pipe with a short stem that’ll fit nicely in a shirt pocket. But down at the tobacco shop they have these mini-pipes and they look like a regular pipe but they’re super tiny which makes me think they’re pot pipes…? I definitely DON’T want that but it’s hard to tell exactly what yer gonna get from just a picture. I will be hacked right off if I get a pot pipe! If I get a fuggin pot pipe, I’ll go over to Poli’s and get some grass clippings, poplar and tomato plant leaves and some ofmom’s flower plant petals..and grind the mess up and make what the black powder geeks call “kinnikinnick”… 

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I have so many little-big chores that are pressing down on me as well: I need to make a tobacco/pipe roll, some leather scope covers, I gotta see if my insulated rubber boots are still in my plunder down in the Reclusium, I gotta mend my leather suspenders, I gotta get my diesel heater plumbed into the Dawgmobile camper, etc etc ad nauseum. I also want to get out to my hunting camp and see how things went over the winter and just poke around and see what the game situation is. But that is the life of the compleat stubfart: high pressure, deadlines and stress!

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And I effin LOVE it!

Soooo… Artemis, eh? I was a wee little tot when the Apollo moon shots were going on and I had a hoot. Us kids were all going to be astronauts. We’d have jet packs and live on the moon. The adults told us so. As an old goat, watching these things is different. I just worried. Artemis 2 had the new re-entry heat shield and I worried about that. Then I watched the endless circling of the boats and choppers once the capsule was down. Then I worried about the capsule getting swamped when they opened the hatch. Did one of the flotation balloons fail to inflate? FFS… I just wasn’t going to be happy until the astronauts were all safely on board the aircraft carrier and signing autographs for the fanboys. I’m gonna have a fuggin stroke when the moon landings start. 

You all mind yer P’s n’ Q’s… and do something FUN this weekend! That’s an order! Poost yer plans in the comments so I can read them over and evaluate their worthiness! Hopefully one of us is doing something constructive and productive!

Cheers!

Filthie

The Wisdom Of Chudstack

 

- Mea Morrow 🖤

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Retardation is the mind killer.

Retardation is the little death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my retardation.

I will let it pass through me and over me.

When it has gone past I will turn my inner eye to see its path.

Where the retardation has gone there will be nothing.

Only I will remain.

- Glen Filthie

*** Alright. I plagiarized that. But I’m pretty sure Miyomotomamammia didn’t write that either. 

Nothing

 

Hopefully her career is over.These two are both anti-American don't deserve their current or previous positions.

- America First News

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This shite’s EVERYWHERE now. It’s ten times worse up in Canada. The NDP party made an  international brown splash when they had a rally that was literally MC’d by a lesbian version of Adolph Hitler. Some First Nation Freeloader added about 6 more letters to the LGBTQ files. And basically it was a bunch of fat women, ding bat vibrants and queers all fighting to proclaim themselves the Most Oppressed Victims In The Universe EVER!!! The fount of faggotry never lets up either. Read the Bible? Racist. Drive a car, own a house? Racist. Fart in your sleep? Racist…!!! It used to drive me nuts and have me foaming at the mouth and spitting and gobbing about niggers and retards but I just don’t care anymore. 

Another prob that cropped up is with our parliamentary system of govt. Canada is a broken country and deeply divided. In our system a majority govt is much stronger than a minority govt. All of a sudden our Conservative MPs are standing up on their hind feet… and crossing the floor to join the liberals. In Canada you can vote for a Conservative, have your Member of Parliament change her mind, and join the liberals - and it’s as legal as church on Sunday. They’re effectively stealing your voat. In broad daylight. Canada is now in the ludicrous position of having its first unelected majority govt. 

Again… I just don’t care. The country will live or die and I’m good with it either way as long as I don’t get any of it on me. I’m on the western separation bandwagon for good, now. There’s no fixing any of this. All that’s left now is a reckoning. In the meantime it’s business as usual… funnel billions into the Ukraine, flip the finger at Blumpf and the Americans, and playing Canadians off against each other. I don’t care about any of that either. 

Which is a good thing because I just had an infuriating gun failure at the range. My beloved Ruger No.1 has mysteriously started shooting like its old self. I had it re-barreled to 243 a couple years ago and accuracy wasn’t bad… but it was nowhere what it was. All I did was swap the scope off it… I replaced the old B&L scope with a new Zeiss 3x9… and the damned thing started shooting 1/2 MOA. With cheapo Speer boolits! Great says I.

Not so great, says Murphy. The damned trigger latch pin fell out as did the spring and I lost them in the snow. They’re tiny parts and they could be a major PITA to replace. Getting gun stuff across the border is going to be a bear. I’m hoping a local machine shop or smith might have some parts laying around… but who knows. I’m going to go over that gun this summer from stem to stern… it has been shooting hard for 25 or 30 years and it’s past time for a check up.

It’s not the end of the world because I have other guns that can take a deer. I’d like to take the Tupperware Rifle out this year… but … damn. That Ruger single shot has started to sing again. Getting the parts will be easy or a bloody pain… and no in between.

We shall see.

I Can’t Stand Stuff Like This

 This is from the “If I Gotta Look At It, So Do You” files. Run it at your own risk. Ordinarily I won’t watch stuff like this … but I’m trying to make a point.

Indian Police Academy Training

- Talking Head

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I don’t care if it’s just pajeets or kebabs either. There’s folks that watch this shite for entertainment. The other thing that provides no end of amusement for them are the “Ow My Balls” vids.

Darwin and Murphy are cruel, and so are their people. 

No Easter Baskets For Old Men

Will my children get Easter baskets until they’re thirty? yes

- Ginger Cook (GC)

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Would you give your adult children an Easter Basket? What would ya put in it? With my kid? Ughhh…I’ll take The Fifth on that. Adults eat and love chocolate so a little bit of that’s a given. The girls’d probly get a pound or two of fancy coffee, maybe? Maybe a novel? They’d take some careful planning because if yer not careful… you could buy something awful like “50 Shades Of Gay” or, gawd forbid - ‘female gooner monster porn’. The polite term for it is “romantasy” I guess. Probly would have to get the help of the old lady because an effort like this for young women would be truly serious business.

The boys’d be easy - a couple a boxes of 22 shells, some fishing lures… carton of smokes. Go down to Home Despot and just cruise the front aisle for the latest and greatest cheap little gizmos. The little tiny tool collections are a big hit too. Drill bits, miniature pliers n jeweller’s screw drivers - they got all that crap and they tend to go over well. They’ll eat chocolate. Hell…  step on their foot, their mouths’ll open up and you can shovel in any biomass ya want and they’ll run just fine on it.

Adult Easter baskets’d be a great way to get a few yuks too with some gag gifts. What would an Easter basket for an old stubfart look like? 

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Welp… chocolate is optional for us. Most of us’ll probably be avoiding it actually. A big jar of stinky pickled eggs would be mandatory. It’s Easter, after all - so fuck your triglycerides and cholesterol and man up! Load them up with lots of salt n’ pepper - and let the crop dusting begin! HAR HAR HAR!!! I suppose we could do with 22 shells and lures too. Maybe a box of Brussel Sprouts… a couple cheap cigars. Ya want to keep gifts for cheap and small because we already have everything we need and most of our wants are taken care of. A rotten joke and your time is all we need, when ya get right down to it.

What about an Easter basket for Grandma…? You definitely will want help with that one…

Staying Oriented

 

That’s NOT funny!!!

But it’s true enough I suppose. The Church of England has been full of whack-a-doodles and hoople heads for at least 50 years. I generally tend to avoid denominational disagreements over church canon and ecclesiastical differences. God doesn’t talk to me so whadda I know? In their defence… I think I heard the Church of England is in revolt. Congregations have split away from the clowns and now have their own branch and denominations that reject the corrupt leaders. All the frootier denominations are fractionating now.

There’s a blurb in the Bible where Moses can’t turn his back on the jews for longer than 5 seconds or they start building idols and worshiping them. In his place… I’d have asked my Maker to flood those assholes again, HAR HAR HAR! 

Along the same vein, I remember reading a paper from a period scholar that was hacked right off with Martin Luther and his printing presses. Luther could have newly translated bibles in everyone’s hands in a mere few months!!! And every poisoned mind could use them to come up with poisoned faith and spread it the same way. Martin is regarded as one of the good guys by our church…but this guy had a point too. If you cast pearls before swine… the pig will sometimes wear them… And today? We do it at the speed of light. 

Schisms are supposedly driven by greed but I wonder? The pattern is always the same with woke churches. The old clerics are driven off, at least half the congregation goes with them … and the new churches eventually close the doors. What do the clowns get out of it? Our little chapel out in the country has a few refugees from other denominations and they have to travel a fair ways to get there. How do we fix this? I’m asking because I gave up. I couldn’t hold my own family together. So whadda I know? 

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I was rummaging in my plunder the other day and came up with a couple of GPS handhelds. One still works. These days I really don’t need a GPS. But back in the day when I was camping, hunting and fishing in the back country… I relied on them. Quads can travel further in a half hour than you can walk in a day. 

Do people even use GPS handhelds anymore…? The kids all seem to be wearing computer watches or using cell phones these days. I’m going back to the compass. Nowadays I don’t go far enough to justify GPS technologies… all I need is a land mark and magnetic north…and I generally can figure out where I am and where I need to go.

I hope you all are spiritually and geographically oriented this Easter too? Spare a thought for your Maker and keep your kids close. Don’t let them wander off. It is far, far too easy to lose them in these chaotic times. 

Thanks for stopping by - and have a blessed Easter.

Stubfart Ramble: Still Alive

 

Uggghhh. I’m still here fellas. I guess Blooger is letting me poast pics again. That was one of the sights on Dawg Patrol this morn. The Niglet and I put on 7 miles which took most of the morn. We’ll probably do another one or two with Fergus when it warms up a bit in the afternoon. We’re both taking a breather. We’ll do another one or two with Fergus when it warms up. We’re trying to get our summer legs under us so I can scout out a 4200 acre parcel of land later in the fall. I only have hunting permission for one section, but the right of trespass on the rest. I can shoot there, but only after discussing it with the land owner. He knows where all the cattle are at any given time and I want to know too. I’m smart enough not to shoot a cow… but you can’t blame the farmers for their paranoia these days. 

I figure this bull dog nose warmer will fit better in

the pocket or a tobacco pouch. 

You ever smoke one of these shorties? How was it? 

That’s a new pipe I just bought off Fleabay. I decided to try my homegrown tobacco from last year. It was okay - but no screaming hell. I went down to the tobacconist and bought some Virginia - and then just dumped it all into a mixing bowl and stirred it up. I’ve heard that smoking pipes is much like drinking scotch: with scotch you can pay through the nose for prestigious bottlings, 15 years or older, costing a small fortune… and get a bottle of fuggin lighter fluid. Most folks will find the cheaper offerings far more appealing and approachable. So it goes with pipes. You can buy beautiful works of art that smoke like dawgs, and beaters that smoke great. Buying anything off Fleabay is a crapshoot I suppose.

The great zippo lighter experiment is still in progress. I bought a cheesy tactical looking zippo replacement case with a gasket arrangement to theoretically prevent the loss of fuel through evaporation. I used to run out of fuel in a week… but I am at close to two weeks now… so it’s okay, I guess? The other one is an experiment one of the commentators suggested. It’s wrapped in gorilla tape, and I’m going to test it at 30 day intervals. I can’t see fuel evaporating as it’s completely sealed up… but who knows? This would be an excellent emergency lighter for the bug out bag or the ass pack. It will be an excellent way to store a lighter you don’t use often - if it works.

In other news I finally flipped my lid and got the scopes dug out of my plunder and mounted on the proper rifles. I’d been meaning to do it forever but never got round to it.

So now the Ruger No.1 is wearing a Zeiss 3-9

The 10/22 is wearing an ooooooold B&L 3x9 (before they got whored out by Bushnell).

The 223 Tupperware Rifle wears its Swarovski 3x9

The CZ wears a possibly pooched old Bushnell Elite 4x16

I dunno folks. I’m not a fan of high magnification scopes. I hate buggering around with parallax and I just don’t need the bulk or weight either. But whadda I know?

All I know for sure is that the chores aren’t going to do themselves… and I gotta walk these dawgs again. There’s no rest for the wicked.

Hope to see ya back again soon!

Cheers!

Filthie

That’s gotta be a record Cornback Python! Worthy of a Marine or a truck driver I’d wager… 😂👍 The cultural enrichMINT continues apace.

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