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I traded for several ar15 stripped lowers as an investment.  As long as I can avoid building them, I think I can make some money off of them after the election.  It obviously depends on what happens in the election.  If all else fails, I would have the start of more rifles (or pistols).  Anyone else thought about doing something similar? 

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Im building all that i can afford to flip for braces when the action gets close! Here in Wa. I need to be grandfathered in, there is stupid shits coming soon if not with the election there are dems  ruining my fredoms all the time! 

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Yeah, what Sketch said.  Paper this AM says our piss-ant WA-state attorney general wants to ban "assault weapons" and limit mags to 10 rounds.  The current motivation for this was the recent teenage-love-gone-bad shooting by a jilted young lover.  Three dead and one wounded.  A tragedy, for certain, but basic math says the high capacity magazines were not the problem.  But the a-turd-nee general is going to introduce legislation.

Story is, existing AR's would be grandfathered.  My guess is that's just a way to register firearms, so they can take them later.

Now IF a guy was one of those crazy gun nuts who builds rifles....and IF he was prone to work a little bit harder and do 80% rifles...and IF he was to associate with smart guys who could give him advice along the way....I'm just sayin'.   Guess I'll check my Rolodex and see if I know any of those crazy wild-eyed gun nut types.

GHOST GUNS RULE!

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I know I'm totally not a person that puts stuff on credit, but every time I get alil ahead and think I can finally order my upper somthing comes up. So I put it on the old plastic, but not interest for 15 months so easy peasy. Now to start stock piling the x39

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    Might be a good investment , no matter the outcome .  

   If they ban them , even Ghost Guns will probably get you jail time , if you try to hide them. Someone sold the 80% & probably has a list of buyer's , not to mention all the other components that are required to assemble a rifle , They would just need your name on one component bought or be on a email list , to put you on their list to check into or break down your door . 

   Never take for granted what they already know or can find out . If you have purchased one firearm , they have your name , one component for one , they already know or can find out quite easily . Its how the Communists roll , they have plenty of experience , from many Countries over time , to make it work quite quickly & efficiently . The only way in history that can stop them is to fight them , IF it comes to that !

  WE absolutely need to get the SCOUS in line with the Constitution , only way to straighten our rights out & nuke these Gun Grabbers & Banners . WE have to reinstitute , that we have , not only a Constitutional right , but a GOD given right to protect ourselves with any means available !

  What all these commie's don't realize  ( maybe they do ) is we have the largest standing , armed , Army in the world & that fact alone has made living in this Country the Safest place in the world . No Country has invaded us or a foreign Army attacked us ( flying a couple of Planes into buildings really doesn't fall into the category ) 

   

   

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All true.  The question that will need to be answered is, if they want to grandfather the existing AR's, do you register, or bury a couple of them?  If doing a hidey-gun or two, it likely should be a ghost.  But you are correct; no doubt they can find me, search me, beat my ass, steal the contents of my gun safe and house.  Should that occur, I likely won't be the first one nailed.  But there will be a war, I  think.

There were shootings over the range land thing.  Do the government types think it would be less so if they took away guns?  Scary future, I think.

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I hope to be able to use them as an investment so that I can sell some to make more than enough money to build the others.  Of course, all bets are off if all AR's are banned and not grandfathered.  Then it would only be 80% lowers that would less-traceable, which reminds me of something else I need to do.

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Just yesterday i looked into a drillpress! Thanks doc! Remodeling a hardware store has its perks! At cost!! I held a new makita cordless impact and drill set not on the market yet. We put it to work being the first to use it in the nw. They are similar to a pistol grip and really light and small!  80% might be my next avanue?

shits i held my next can today... Paper work is waiting on my letered gov thumb program. 

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24 minutes ago, sketch said:

Just yesterday i looked into a drillpress! Thanks doc! Remodeling a hardware store has its perks! At cost!! I held a new makita cordless impact and drill set not on the market yet. We put it to work being the first to use it in the nw. They are similar to a pistol grip and really light and small!  80% might be my next avanue?

shits i held my next can today... Paper work is waiting on my letered gov thumb program. 

My last two sets have been makita I up graded to the brushless in spring of 15 because my batteries in my old set finally went kaput. so I gave them to my dad and got me the brushless 4.0ah drill and impact. Bought a metal cutting saw not long ago too on close out. Thing is awesome, my aunt needed a lock cut and I couldn't get at it with the angle grinder without damaging the door so I cut thru the body with the saw!! 

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The set i used is more specific twards your line of work! You will like it for sure? If i can get better stats ill let you know. Thay wont be out untill october ish?

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Time to once again to drag out the "Story"      Wash

 

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  • This article was originally posted to the Internet by "Annonymous"

    This story originally appeared in "The Blue Press" (a catalog/magazine put out by Dillon Precision Products, Inc., 7442 Butherus Drive, Scottsdale, AZ 85260, phone 602-948-8009.) The editor, Mark Pixler, was kind enough to allow distribution on the Internet.

    This story may be reprinted as long as due credit is given to the author and publisher.

 


 

Sundown at Coffin Rock

by Raymond K. Paden

The old man walked slowly through the dry, fallen leaves of autumn, his practiced eye automatically choosing the bare and stony places in the trail for his feet. There was scarcely a sound as he passed, though his left knee was stiff with scar tissue. He grunted occasionally as the tight sinews pulled. Damn chainsaw, he thought.

Behind him, the boy shuffled along, trying to imitate his grandfather, but unable to mimic the silent motion that the old man had learned during countless winter days upon this wooded mountain in pursuit of game. He's fifteen years old, the old man thought. Plenty old enough to be learning. But that was another time, another America. His mind drifted, and he saw himself, a fifteen-year-old boy following in the footsteps of his own grandfather, clutching a twelve gauge in his trembling hands as they tracked a wounded whitetail.

The leg was hurting worse now, and he slowed his pace a bit. Plenty of time. It should have been my own son here with me now, the old man thought sadly. But Jason had no interest, no understanding. He cared for nothing but pounding on the keys of that damned computer terminal. He knew nothing about the woods, or where food came from...or freedom. And that's my fault, isn't it?

The old man stopped and held up his hand, motioning for the boy to look. In the small clearing ahead, the deer stood motionless, watching them. It was a scraggly buck, underfed and sickly, but the boy's eyes lit up with excitement. It had been many years since they had seen even a single whitetail here on the mountain. After the hunting had stopped, the population had exploded. The deer had eaten the mountain almost bare until erosion had become a serious problem in some places. That following winter, three starving does had wandered into the old man's yard, trying to eat the bark off of his pecan trees, and he had wished the "animal rights" fanatics could have been there then. It was against the law, but old man knew a higher law, and he took an axe into the yard and killed the starving beasts. They did not have the strength to run.

The buck finally turned and loped away, and they continued down the trail to the river. When they came to the "Big Oak," the old man turned and pushed through the heavy brush beside the trail and the boy followed, wordlessly. The old man knew that Thomas was curious about their leaving the trail, but the boy had learned to move silently (well, almost) and that meant no talking. When they came to "Coffin Rock," the old man sat down upon it and motioned for the boy to join him.

"You see this rock, shaped like a casket?" the old man asked. "Yes sir." The old man smiled. The boy was respectful and polite. He loved the outdoors, too. Everything a man could ask in a grandson ....or a son.

"I want you to remember this place, and what I'm about to tell you. A lot of it isn't going to make any sense to you, but it's important and one day you'll understand it well enough. The old man paused. Now that he was here, he didn't really know where to start.

"Before you were born," he began at last, "this country was different. I've told you about hunting, about how everybody who obeyed the law could own guns. A man could speak out, anywhere, without worrying about whether he'd get back home or not. School was different, too. A man could send his kids to a church school, or a private school, or even teach them at home. But even in the public schools, they didn't spend all their time trying to brainwash you like they do at yours now." The old man paused, and was silent for many minutes. The boy was still, watching a chipmunk scavenging beside a fallen tree below them.

"Things don't ever happen all at once, boy. They just sort of sneak up on you. Sure, we knew guns were important; we just didn't think it would ever happen in America. But we had to do something about crime, they said. It was a crisis. Everything was a crisis! It was a drug crisis, or a terrorism crisis, or street crime, or gang crime. Even a 'health care' crisis was an excuse to take away a little more of our rights." The old man turned to look at his grandson.

"They ever let you read a thing called the Constitution down there at your school?" The boy solemnly shook his head. "Well, the Fourth Amendment's still in there. It says there won't be any unreasonable searches and seizures. It says you're safe in your own home." The old man shrugged. "That had to go. It was a crisis! They could kick your door open any time, day or night, and come in with guns blazing if they thought you had drugs ...or later, guns. Oh, at first it was just registration -- to keep the guns out of the hands of criminals! But that didn't work, of course, and then later when they wanted to take 'em they knew where to look. They banned 'assault rifles', and then 'sniper rifles', and 'Saturday night specials.' Everything you saw on the TV or in the movies was against us. God knows the news people were! And the schools were teaching our kids that nobody needed guns anymore. We tried to take a stand, but we felt like the whole face of our country had changed and we were left outside."

"Me and a friend of mine, when we saw what was happening, we came and built a secret place up here on the mountain. A place where we could put our guns until we needed them. We figured some day Americans would remember what it was like to be free, and what kind of price we had to pay for that freedom. So we hid our guns instead of losing them."

"One fellow I knew disagreed. He said we ought to use our guns now and stand up to the government. Said that the colonists had fought for their freedom when the British tried to disarm them at Lexington and Concord. Well, he and a lot of others died in what your history books call the 'Tax Revolt of 1998,' but son, it wasn't the revolt that caused the repeal of the Second Amendment like your history book says. The Second Amendment was already gone long before they ever repealed it. The rest of us thought we were doing the right thing by waiting. I hope to God we were right."

"You see, Thomas. It isn't government that makes a man free. In the end, governments always do just the opposite. They gobble up freedom like hungry pigs. You have to have laws to keep the worst in men under control, but at the same time the people have to have guns, too, in order to keep the government itself under control. In our country, the people were supposed to be the final authority of the law, but that was a long time ago. Once the guns were gone, there was no reason for those who run the government to give a damn about laws and constitutional rights and such. They just did what they pleased and anyone who spoke out...well, I'm getting ahead of myself."

"It took a long time to collect up all the millions of firearms that were in private hands. The government created a whole new agency to see to it. There were rewards for turning your friends in, too. Drug dealers and murderers were set free after two or three years in prison, but possession of a gun would get you mandatory life behind bars with no parole.

"I don't know how they found out about me, probably knew I'd been a hunter all those years, or maybe somebody turned me in. They picked me up on suspicion and took me down to the federal building."

"Son, those guys did everything they could think of to me. Kept me locked up in this little room for hours, no food, no water. They kept coming in, asking me where the guns were. 'What guns?' I said. Whenever I'd doze off, they'd come crashing in, yelling and hollering. I got to where I didn't know which end was up. I'd say I wanted my lawyer and they'd laugh. 'Lawyers are for criminals', they said. 'You'll get a lawyer after we get the guns.' What's so funny is, I know they thought they were doing the right thing. They were fighting crime!"

"When I got home I found Ruth sitting in the middle of the living room floor, crying her eyes out. The house was a shambles. While I was down there, they'd come out and took our house apart. Didn't need a search warrant, they said. National emergency! Gun crisis! Your grandma tried to call our preacher and they ripped the phone off the wall. Told her that they'd go easy on me if she just told them where I kept my guns." The old man laughed. "She told them to go to hell." He stared into the distance for a moment as his laughter faded.

"They wouldn't tell her about me, where I was or anything, that whole time. She said that she'd thought I was dead. She never got over that day, and she died the next December."

"They've been watching me ever since, off and on. I guess there's not much for them to do anymore, now that all the guns are gone. Plenty of time to watch one foolish old man." He paused. Beside him, the boy stared at the stone beneath his feet.

"Anyway, I figure that, one day, America will come to her senses. Our men will need those guns and they'll be ready. We cleaned them and sealed them up good; they'll last for years. Maybe it won't be in your lifetime, Thomas. Maybe one day you'll be sitting here with your son or grandson. Tell him about me, boy. Tell him about the way I said America used to be." The old man stood, his bad leg shaking unsteadily beneath him.

"You see the way this stone points? You follow that line one hundred feet down the hill and you'll find a big round rock. It looks like it's buried solid, but one man with a good prybar can lift it, and there's a concrete tunnel right under there that goes back into the hill."

The old man stood, watching as the sun eased toward the ridge, coloring the sky and the world red. Below them, the river still splashed among the stones, as it had for a million years. It's still going, the old man thought. There'll be someone left to carry on for me when I'm gone. It was harder to walk back. He felt old and purposeless now, and it would be easier, he knew, to give in to that aching heaviness in his left lung that had begun to trouble him more and more. Damn cigarettes, he thought. His leg hurt, and the boy silently came up beside him and supported him as they started down the last mile toward the house. How quiet he walks, the old man thought. He's learned well.

It was almost dark when the boy walked in. His father looked up from his paper. "Did you and your granddad have a nice walk?"

"Yes," the boy answered, opening the refrigerator. "You can call Agent Goodwin tomorrow. Gramps finally showed me where it is."

 

 



 

 

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That's one of those things that I've never forgotten since the first time you posted it Wash.

It's a good "fictional" story brother. We can only hope that stuff like that doesn't happen.

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5 hours ago, Rsquared said:

It's a good "fictional" story brother. We can only hope that stuff like that doesn't happen.

Oh, make no mistake, brother - it's already in the works!  That plan is well underway in this country...

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Story makes me sad...but we fight back.  My son is the one who infected me with black rifle disease.  His son, age 9, asked me to help him build an AR.  And, of course, I did.  Built some wonderful memories, talked about a lot of "stuff".  BTW, it takes longer to build one if you are teamed up with a 9-year-old.  We have to pass along the legacy.  And will have to fight back.

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