BODYGUARD firearms
New .380 pistol and .38 revolver feature integral INSIGHT lasers
With integrated lasers and a new lightweight feel, the new Smith & Wesson BODYGUARD 38 and BODYGUARD 380 are the perfect back-up gun option for law enforcement officers.
The new pistol features a double-action fire control system, allowing for rapid second-strike capability. The BODYGUARD 380 has also been enhanced with a smooth trigger pull. Adding to its simplicity, the BODYGUARD 380 is standard with a manual thumb safety and an external take down lever and slide stop.
We spoke briefly with Jim Unger, a spokesman manning the booth-within-a-booth where Smith & Wesson is displaying the new handguns at SHOT 2010.
The new BODYGUARD .38 revolver weights in at around 14.3 ounces.
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He said, “We have a long history of manufacturing revolvers used by cops as back up guns and for off duty carry. The BODYGUARD is our first foray back into .380 since the Sigma .380 back in the 90’s. But there are no recycled parts on either of these guns — they’re completely new from the ground up.”
The .380 ACP pistol has a standard 2.75 inch barrel, contributing to an overall weight of only 11.85 ounces.
The new BODYGUARD .38 revolver weights in at around 14.3 ounces and features a shorter 1.9-inch barrel.
Rolling out in May 2010, the BODYGUARD pistol and revolver offer an advanced ergonomic grip and newly engineered INSIGHT lasers with ambidextrous controls for optimal accuracy.
My family are big gun enthusiast. So for all you other gun enthusiast here is this Smith & Wesson Tin sign is for you.
A log cabin is a small house built from logs. It is a fairly simple type of log house. A distinction should be 
drawn between the traditional meanings of “log cabin” and “log house.” “Log cabin” generally denotes a simple one, or one-and-one-half story structure, somewhat impermanent, and less finished or less architecturally sophisticated. A “log cabin” was usually constructed with round rather than hewn, or hand-worked, logs, and often it was the first generation home building erected quickly for frontier shelter.
This cabin tin sign makes a great gift for any cabin owner.
Welcome to where time stands still
no one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
just labeled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, No windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred
Sleep my friend and you will see
the dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
can’t they see it’s why my brain says Rage
Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Build my fear of what’s out there
cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
assuring me that I’m insane
They think our heads are in their hands
but violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
he’s getting better, can’t you tell?
No more can they keep us in
Listen, damn it, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
but they think this saves us from our Hell
Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Fear of living on
natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
Kill it’s such a friendly word
seems the only way
for reaching out again.
This Old west tin sign makes a great gift.
Well, there just ain’t no talkin’ about the Old West, without mentioning the dozens, no hundreds – er, thousands of saloons of the American West. The very term “saloon” itself, conjures up a picture within our minds of an Old West icon, complete with a wooden false front, a wide boardwalk flanking the dusty street, a couple of hitchin’ posts, and the always present swinging doors brushing against the cowboy as he made his way to the long polished bar in search of a whiskey to wet his parched throat.
When America began its movement into the vast West, the saloon was right behind, or more likely, ever present. Though places like Taos and Santa Fe, New Mexico already held a few Mexican cantinas, they were far and few between until the many saloons of the West began to sprout up wherever the pioneers established a settlement or where trails crossed.
The first place that was actually called a “saloon” was at Brown’s Hole near the Wyoming -Colorado- Utah border. Established in 1822, Brown’s Saloon catered to the many trappers during the heavy fur trading days.
Saloons were ever popular in a place filled with soldiers, which included one of the West’s first saloons at Bent’s Fort, Colorado in the late 1820s; or with cowboys, such as Dodge City, Kansas; and wherever miners scrabbled along rocks or canyons in search of their fortunes. When gold was discovered near Santa Barbara, California in 1848, the settlement had but one cantina. However, just a few short years later, the town boasted more than thirty saloons. In 1883, Livingston, Montana, though it had only 3,000 residents had 33 saloons.
The first western saloons really didn’t fit our classic idea of what a saloon looks like, but rather, were hastily thrown together tents or lean-to’s where a lonesome traveler might strike up a conversation, where a cowman might make a deal, or a miner or a soldier might while away their off hours. However, as the settlement became more populated, the saloon would inevitably prosper, taking on the traditional trimmings of the Old West.
In those hard scrabble days, the whiskey served in many of the saloons was some pretty wicked stuff made with raw alcohol, burnt sugar and a little chewing tobacco. No wonder it took on such names as Tanglefoot, Forty-Rod, Tarantula Juice, Taos Lightning, Red Eye, and Coffin Varnish.
Also popular was Cactus Wine, made from a mix of tequila and peyote tea, and Mule Skinner, made with whiskey and blackberry liquor. The house rotgot was often 100 proof, though it was sometimes cut by the barkeep with turpentine, ammonia, gun powder or cayenne.
The most popular term for the libation served in saloons was Firewater, which originated when early traders were selling whiskey to the Indians. To convince the Indians of the high alcohol content, the peddlers would pour some of the liquor on the fire, as the Indians watched the fire begin to blaze.
But the majority of western saloon regulars drank straight liquor — rye or bourbon. If a man ordered a “fancy” cocktail or “sipped” at his drink, he was often ridiculed unless he was “known” or already had a proven reputation as a “tough guy.” Unknowns, especially foreigners who often nursed their drinks, were sometimes forced to swallow a fifth of 100 proof at gunpoint “for his own good.”
This saloon tin sign would great over any bar or in any man cave.