Merry Christmas!

to each and all...

And, of course, Merry Christmas to me!


Ho, Ho, Ho... indeed. ;)

Funny

Frank, appreciate the grin.

Like it was made for it...

Well, because it was. A couple years ago, when I first purchased my Mk VII Deagle (contraction of Desert Eagle, FWIW), I had no idea how hard it would be to find a quality holster for it. Enter this leather version from Zahal. I found a link to these guys from this guy. Ordered on 21 July 2010, received in Vance, Alabama from Shoham, Israel on 03 August 2010. These folks were quick to ship, the order is correct, the quality appears sufficient, the price was good, and, oh yeah, no one else (that I have found) makes something like this (at least, commercially).

Having just put all of this together, I have no useful opinions except... It appears to be sturdy. It certainly fits the Deagle correctly. It is pretty much exactly what I was looking for. Happy to have found it and happy to have contributed to the Israeli economy.


As received, the little Deagle picture is a magnet they sent along and I have covering the address sticker.


Mk VII Deagle and right side of holster.


Mounted Deagle (right side). I made the scratch that can be seen near the muzzle end when I opened the package. No big deal to me as it will certainly receive worse than that at some point.


Mounted Deagle (left side).

A Hippie, I am not...

No surprise in any of this... Linked to it from Crucis'. I do not think that, because I ponder before a declaration of war and recycle things that make sense, I am even 4% hippie.

You are 4% hippie.

Ok, you conservative soul. Do you even believe in global warming? Loosen that necktie a little, and try some organic food. It actually does taste better. And go to a farmer's market--they're fun.

Are you a hippie?
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Okay, so I suck...

I haven't posted since Christmas. Lots of stuff has been going on and, truthfully, I have had nothing of any use to say.

In the last six months, I have moved forever into my, now our, home... y'all should get to meet her sometime. Seriously, if it can make my grizzled self a better person, it should be therapeutic to anyone.

In the last four months, the company that I work(ed) for was sold to a supplier and I was to move away from Sweet Home Alabama to rot in hell North Carolina or good God no, Delaware.

In the last two weeks, I have accepted an offer that will keep my happy ass right here where it belongs.

If I happen to get unlazy, I will write a bit about the new Harley (FLHR), how I have chosen to pack important items, the mail-order odyssey of gunsmithing via DVD (I might be an idjit, but it never hurts to remove any doubt) and various/sundry other items.