My staff entry into the Rio Salado Desert Classic has been accepted. I’m shooting the match.
If you recall, the reason for this blog is…
I want to be in C Class for the Rio Desert Classic, which means that I’ll actually need to be ready to go a month before that, as typically, Rio puts on an all-classifier match to accommodate people who want to shoot the classic in a new class or with a new gun.
My current ranking is 29.77, and I need to be in the top 40 to make C Class.
I can do it.
Or, in other words, 10% aren’t.
I’d be willing to bet that 90% of the crimes in Mexico committed by Canadians can be traced back to Canada: Therefore, Canada has a rampant crime problem. Oh, and thousands of criminals are streaming across the St. Lawrence, across the U.S. and into Mexico.
Not me, of course, just more of those “eastern creeps and bums“.
I remember one of the major network newsmagazine shows did an entire show on kids and guns a few years back. They gave a bunch of eight year olds the standard “If you see a gun, don’t touch, run, and tell a grown-up lecture”, and then later in the day, set up a deactivated gun in an unattended location with a hidden camera on it in order to record the kids reaction.
And the kids not only touched the gun, some of them picked it up and played with it. Why? Because kids are curious about stuff they’re not used to, that’s why. Their conclusion was simple: If you have guns, you shouldn’t have kids (I wonder if they feel the same way about kids and swimming pools. I digress.).
My kids know not touch a gun or ammunition, but they are also used to guns, in fact, my youngest is a bit bonkers for them, I have GOT to get him an air rifle as soon as I can.Now I’m not saying my sons are impervious to the temptation of reaching for the forbidden fruit, but both of them were playing unsupervised in our master bedroom yesterday, and my unloaded rifle and unloaded shotgun were resting on the bed, waiting to be put away after my three gun match. I snuck in and watched what they were doing, and rather than play with Daddy’s guns, which were sitting there right out in the open, they were playing with our cat.
That’s good to know. I’m still going to lock everything up, but that’s still good to know.
Shot my first three gun match since the Mystery Three Gun today.
Dang, I’d forgotten how much fun that sort of thing is. I kinda sucked at the 300 yard shots ’cause I shoot my AR with iron sights, but I did surprisingly well on the shotgun stages even though my scattergun is a pump action and carries one less round than most everyone else shooting tactical iron.
After the men started yelling at the woman, her husband attempted to come to her defense and was punched to the ground.
“This guy was punched, he was attacked,” Ramer said.
When one of the intruders threatened the man with a gun, he pulled out his own gun and shot the two men to death, Ramer said. Police said they have documents confirming that the men are gang members.
A few thoughts…
- Violence at an open-to-all keg party in the middle of a neighborhood infested with latino gangs: Go figure.
As Michael Bane says, if you want to stay out of trouble, don’t do stupid things with stupid people.
- Kudos to the homeowner for acknowledging the fact that he lives in a dangerous neighbor and keeping a CCW on him even during a party at his own home.
- The bit about the CCW laws and licenses are a smokescreen: I am not a lawyer, but I believe that a homeowner in Arizona has always had the right to carry concealed on their own property, CCW laws or not.
- Mega kudos to the homeowner for acting quickly and decisively under an unbelievable amount of stress, and may God (and his sidearm) protect him from the gang’s wrath.
Look, I understand the need to make your vocational school more attractive to the younger generation. I also understand that making your offer more appealing and more exciting than it may be.
But maybe putting up a video game character in place of anything even approaching reality might be taking it a bit too far. And yes, that is a real ad.
Technically, there have been Italian supercars in police service, but no, you aren’t going to drive one.
I’m surprised they didn’t have Studly McFbidude over there pose with an H+K MP7 with a red dot sight and a Glock practical tacticles in .357 Sig.
Before I worked as a photog, I spent a couple of years behind the counter of a professional-level camera store. We had some of the best shooters in town buy from us, and some others as well.
One guy I’ll always remember was middle-aged dude who’d come in at the same time each Saturday wearing a photog’s vest and chat cameras with us, a VERY common occurrence in a camera store. He’d talk about shutter delay and X-Sync and motor drive speed and then, after an hour or two, walk out the door back to his car, take off his immaculately clean and pressed photojournalist’s vest and drive off.
Yep. He’d put on a shooter’s vest just to go into a store to talk about cameras. That was his idea of being a photographer.
He never came into the store during the weekday when all our other pro shooters would come in, and we never did figure out which camera this gentleman actually owned and used, but by gum, he could talk up a storm about every one on our shelves.
One burr that gets under my saddle is people taking pictures of themselves holding guns.
two three times when it’s ok to take a picture of someone holding a gun.
– When you are posing with your trophy/trophies from a successful hunt (Mosquitos do NOT count)
– When you are taking a group photo of your military or law enforcement combat team.
– During a course of fire at firearms competition.
I have exactly one picture of me holding a camera, despite being around some really neat cameras for fifteen years (if you ever get a chance to pick up a Sinar P2, I heartily recommend them). To a professional photographer, a camera is a tool, as worthy of special recognition as a belt sander or joiner is to a carpenter. Sure, there’s some really nice cameras out there and yes, we get excited about the latest and great thing to come down the pike, but by and large, the nice qualities a camera might have is a result of their functionality and not from their innate beauty (Although the Contax G1 is just *gorgeous* and really useful. I digress.).
This is also my attitude with my guns. I have some guns that are really pretty to look at and some that are not, but I judge each gun I own (with one exception) according to it’s ability to do the task that I require of it, from busting clays to plinking to IPSC to 300 yard shots. The exception to the rule is the M1903 that’s in the photo I linked above: It’s not capable of being shot as the receivers from very early Springfields weren’t heat-treated properly, so it’s job is to be a family heirloom.
And no, I’m not a fan of “barbecue guns“, and I’m not a fan of tactical-for-tactical’s sake either: If a rail helps, use it, if it doesn’t, leave it off. I just don’t understand how we in the gun community (rightfully) criticize the anti-gunners for turning guns into killing machines possessed of their own will and then turn around and elevate what was and is a tool, a (very) refined blunt instrument into an object d’art and statement of our self-esteem.
mainstream environmentalist ecological terrorist takes hostages at the headquarters of the Discovery Channel and demands more TV shows about removing the stinking mass of polluting humanity from the face of Mother Gaia and wiping the Earth clean of human civilization.
And the Maryland State Police Hostage Rescue Team grants him his wish, (in a limited sense), courtesy of a 7.62mm jacketed hollow point round.
Civilization 1, Malthusian economics 0.