bliteotw time approaches. On Friday, it'll be the second annual blogging like it's the end of the world -- specifically, by zombies. I always seem to be out of town and well away from my ammunition stores on these occasions. Last year I was actually travelling from Maryland to Florida, and was quite ill-prepared for a zombie uprising. The only gun I had on the road was one I was transporting to put in my gun safe: my father's WWII-era Nambu. If I'd produced an entry, it would've consisted primarily of me bitching about how annoying it is that you can't just pick up 8mm Japanese in the sporting goods department of your average Wal-Mart.
Dunno that I'll do one this year -- too busy to produce much -- but to get everybody in the mood for this thing, here's the most wonderful application to own a short-barreled rifle I've ever seen. It's proof that, believe it or not, there are people at ATF with a sense of humor: THEY GRANTED IT.