We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I can't figure it out. She's got a receiver-mounted ghost ring and a front sight out on the end of the barrel but there is something in between - it almost looks like a conventional buckhorn-type folding rear sight, the kind that would go in a barrel dovetail, except it is mounted on the receiver in front of the ghost ring. It is a puzzlement. Nice picture, though.
Meta ... Someday, when we don't have to keep sayin' "Ohmygodwhat's he done now" every two minutes, I'll tell you the story of my husband's mother trying to catch and kill a chicken for supper. Her first time ever. In the days before butcher shops when men-in-carts went around neighborhoods and sold chickens on the hoof.