I have been neglecting my blog family. Check the sidebar for new additions to the blogroll- Border Wars, and my neighbor (forty miles on dirt roads) Morgan Atwood at Rum & Donuts, who has abandoned his pseudonym “Nagrom”. Also, LoARSqred, partner of MDMNM of Sometimes Far Afield, has moved with him to Small City NM …
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Malcolm Appleby
Malcolm Appleby, the engraver and metalsmith who engraves guns as animals and canvases for his fantasies as well as an amazing array of other things– objects, drawings, and more— is probably best known for his Raven Gun in the Tower of London, though I wish they would display it better, not in a dark inaccessible …
Mongolian Art
Just for fun– the cover of a small Mongolian pb treatise on Eagle Hunting (in Mongolian– can’t read a word of it) that I found as I dug deeper into the library.. Sure, it is sort of Soviet- influenced I suppose, but its bold vivid block print style is still striking.
Boothroyd
Here is the 1987 (see ref to Betsy’s death) letter from “James Bond’s Armourer” praising the Model 12 that I promised last night– click to enlarge, twice if needed. Also notice that handguns were still legal in England then…
Five (million)-star accommodations
Jim and I decided we were ready for a night out, so on Saturday evening we took a bottle of wine, our sleeping bags, and dogs, and headed for our sheep pasture. Jim built a small bonfire and we relaxed, eventually crawling into our sleeping bags to sleep under the stars alongside the New Fork …
Returning to Bloggage: More Gun Stuff
More photo- blogging than not… I always write about double guns but you could make an argument that the most useful shotgun I have is my 20- bore Winchester model 12– even the likes of Geoffrey Boothroyd, who Ian Fleming wrote into the James Bond books as Bond’s “armourer”, owned one, along with one of …
Fall in Yellowstone
Jim and I spent part of the week sorting sheep and doing most of our fall shipping, so we rewarded ourselves with a quick trip to Yellowstone National Park. After a breakfast in Jackson Hole, we headed north toward Moran Junction in Grand Teton National Park, and a black wolf crossed the road in front …
Doo, doo, doo, looking out my back door
It’s one of those mornings I’m finding it difficult to get anything done, since I’m spending most of time looking out the window, watching our Akbash livestock protection dog Rena, and how she handles two coyotes that have been in our neighborhood all morning. Rena alerted me to the two coyotes as they crossed the …
Boston and Home at last!
Home from our second trip this month and hoping to stay, write, blog about something with content, hunt, and not travel. Our stay with sister Karen Graham and her husband George exceeded all expectations. We didn’t go out much- rather, we sat and ate and drank and talked and met with friends, some of whom …
Trolling for flies
Twenty years ago B.C. (before Cass), Jim and I were newlyweds who climbed mountains, drove to neighboring states for a lunch of burgers and beers at a favorite bar, and fly-fished in cold mountain streams. We had a lot of energy, and definitely knew how to have a good time. Then we had Cass. We …