Tuesday, June 29, 2010

On The Range #16

It's been a couple of weeks since I've had a chance to get any shooting in so today I made a point of putting some rounds down range. As usual I was shooting my Kimber Ultra Raptor, and drawing it from my new Don Hume holster.

I changed up my 100 Round routine a little bit. I cut down the number of Bill Drills and Mozambique Drills I've been doing and am left with an extra 18 rounds. My plan is to use those 18 rounds for movement drills, but today I felt I needed a little straight up bull's eye shooting instead. I was feeling off and I needed a little confidence booster at the end.

My baseline time for the Bill Drill was 8.31 seconds, and for the Mozambique Drill 7.30 seconds.

My thumb is still causing me quite a bit of discomfort and I think that definitely had an effect on my shooting. This seemed to prove out when I was doing strong hand vs. weak hand shooting.

Strong hand:


Weak hand:


As you can see, I was actually shooting better weak hand than I was strong hand. This is not typical of my shooting.

My Bill Drills were less than perfect to say the least:

B1: 11.85 seconds


B2: 8.97 seconds


B3: 12.23 seconds


My Mozambiques were actually pretty good, if on the slow side:

M1: 6.32 seconds


M2: 5.54 seconds


M3: 6.01 seconds


My last 18 rounds went, mostly, into the 8" bull's eye. I did 'ok,' but I'm still jerking the trigger. I need to do more dry fire practice and look into getting some snap caps to mix with live rounds to work on my flinch.



All in all, I had a good time. I need to get more practice in, and I hope next time I can get some movement worked into my practice session.

Conundrum.

What do you do when what you want to do, what will make you happy, is what you 'shouldn't' do?

I've always felt that when there is a hangup between what I 'should' do and what will make me happy I should do what will make me happy.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Augmenting the wardrobe.

Up until this week I suffered from a dearth of firearms related clothing. I decided to see that this changed.

Wednesday UPS left this:



Thursday this shirt arrived:



A friend is coming to visit me and wants to cook me a vegan dinner so she needs to go to Whole Foods. I told her I'd be wearing the second shirt when we shopped there.

Vegan food...eh. We'll see.

gun fight in Birmingham.

Kenny Cardwell has worked as a clerk for 37 years.

Just before 7:30 a.m. today, a man came in with a gun and pointed it at the clerk.
Cardwell said he ran into the office and the owner, Dwight Houser, grabbed a gun and fired at the robber.

The gun-wielding robber fled and was captured a short time later in the Southtown public housing community across the street.



Glad no innocents were hurt. Sorry no criminals were hurt.

Also, good to have a back up gun.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

New holster review.

Yesterday I went and did a little shopping with some extra cash I had on hand. I was pissed off about the incident I blogged about in my last post and decided if I was going to spend money I shouldn't, I'd damned well spend it on something I wanted to spend it on. Probably not the most financially sound decision I've made lately, but I was pissed and I'd rather spend money I don't have than be an asshole in some other way.



Anyway, I did a little shopping around and settled on the P.C.C.H. by Don Hume Leathergoods. P.C.C.H. stands for "Preferred Concealment Carry Holster." It's design is similar to the Milt Sparks Summer Special, and probably inspired by it. While I like the Milt Sparks line of holsters the waiting period combined with the expense put them out of reach for me at the moment so I've had to shop around for bargains.



The holster fits my Kimber Ultra Raptor perfectly. I like the way that the holster rides on my belt. It's much better than the Don Hume clip holster I've used for IWB carry up until now, though I've always been happy with the clip holster. The draw is good and the fit is tight. It needs a little breaking in, but I think I will love this holster.





The holster rides at a slight angle on the belt for quick grip and draw. It has a leather body shield that keeps the gun from rubbing against your body. I always wear an undershirt for extra comfort when carrying, but I think I could do without with this holster. I'll have to test that theory in the Alabama heat.

The holster attaches to the belt via two straps that wrap your belt and fasten via metal snaps. I've noticed that one can come unsnapped from time to time and I think that is a result of my belt. I may change my belt. That said, even with only one strap in place the holster stays securely on the belt.

Needless to say, I really like this holster. I've still got to carry it for a while to get a real, solid feel for it. So far, two thumbs up for another great holster from Don Hume Leathergoods.

Irreconcilable.

It is claimed that I owe a debt. I deny it. I just found out about it yesterday. And it's from two years ago. In order to protect my already damaged credit I was willing to enter into a payment plan. Unfortunately that was rejected, not because that option wasn't available, but because I couldn't make the first payment until July 2.

Kind of unreasonable if you ask me. I've taken action to send a letter of dispute of the debt, maybe get myself some breathing room but I've been getting a lot of threatening and harassing calls, and they've called my work as well. I find it odd that it's taken two years for someone to contact and when they do it's "the final day before a decision must be made."

Well, I can only respond to that in one way. Deal with me, or fuck off.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Pile on everyone.

Why does bad shit seem to all come at the same time. Romance problems when things in that department are starting to look up. Money problems when things are actually starting to get paid on time.

The latest? I find out I owe (collectively with another person) almost $900 to an apartment complex I lived at two freaking years ago because I didn't give thirty days notice I was moving. Okay, fine. Fuck you. Whatever.

So I'm talking to the collection guy. I can't pay a settlements (about $600) cause I don't have it. I can set up payments, pay every two weeks, and be done with it in six months. I'm all set to do that. Then the other show drops. They can't wait until my next paycheck to start taking payments. They needz it NOW!!1111

Well, fuck you. I don't have it now. Please work with me, I says. No, he says. Fuck you, I says. And then I hang up. Probably not smart, but I don't feel I owe this money in the first place (long story...suffice it to say always get written statements from people who you have money dealings with...and I ain't talkin' about roommates).

Shit.

1,000 rounds of ammo for free? I'm in.

The Survivalist Blog has a nice contest up for 1,000 rounds of 9mm. I'm in, even if I don't have a 9mm at this time. Things change, and I can always trade it.

M.D. Creekmore at The Survivalist Bloga survival blog dedicated to helping others prepare for and survive disaster – with articles on bug out bag contents, survival knife choices and a wealth of other survival information is giving away a 1,000 round case of 9mm – 124 Grain FMJ (a $200 value – donated by LuckyGunner)! To enter, you just have to post about it on your blog. This is my entry. Visit The Survivalist Blog for the details.


H/T JayG

I'm an asshole: Reason 1,872

I'm an asshole because I didn't want to read an 'angry poem about men.' I think poetry, books, music, etc. that portrays men as assholes who make women miserable enforces negative stereotypes about men. I think it's sexist and wrong. (I also think it's sexist and wrong when men write/say the same things about women, but I digress.)

I think when men hear that kind of stuff it gives them an excuse to enforce negative stereotypes about women: bitchy, moody, emotional, man hating, etc. I think in the end all you get is a vicious circle. To me, it's a waste of time and I want nothing to do with it. Men don't exclusively fuck over women. Women don't exclusively fuck over men. People fuck over other people. When it comes to fucking over another, human beings are more egalitarian than in any other aspect of social interaction.

But, I'm an asshole. I'm an asshole because I didn't want to read something insulting to men, therefore insulting a woman, and therefore being a typical asshole man who insults women. Circular? Yes, but pointing that out only makes me a bigger asshole.

I have a dick. I iz 'man.' That means I'm not going to enjoy listening to music by Pink while she rails about the latest thing a man did to piss her off and how men are such horrible creatures that only want to fuck her. Hey Pink, maybe that's because all you have to offer a guy besides insults is a hole to thrust into.* You can't treat us like shit when you're in a pissy mood and expect us to be kind and understanding when you want to cuddle.

Wake up call, men are emotional creatures too. The wise women have figured this out. They're the ones with the successful relationships. They're the ones that know that for every thing men do to piss women off or hurt their feelings there is something that women do that accomplishes the same thing. Nobody is being singled out here. EVERYONE gets their feelings hurt.

Here is the thing. Sometimes we just don't get it. We don't understand why someone got their feelings hurt. Take my case today. I don't understand why me not wanting to read her angry at men poem is insensitive and hurtful to her. She doesn't understand why her wanting me to read said poem is insensitive and hurtful to me.

How the fuck am I supposed to deal with that?

Cue the 'men are pigs' meme, cause I just don't fucking understand this shit. I guess I'm just an unwitting, brainwashed enforcer of the patriarchy for 'not getting' why I'm an asshole for being insulted by something that stereotypes men. Seriously, that's like calling a black guy an asshole for not wanting to listen to nigger jokes, a woman a bitch for not wanting to hear stories about shrilling wives, or a Jew uptight for making a sour face when someone says 'we should just wipe them all out' in reference to today's current unpopular group.

*To give credit where it is do, Pink does seem to have actually tried to work through her 'men are shit' angst and actually make her marriage work, and my insults directed at her are a result of some of her songs that an ex liked to listen to that did nothing but make me think, "If you like this music so much, what does that say about how you like me? You must fucking hate me. And here I've been wasting time saving for an engagement ring...."

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Finally finished the new Battlestar Galactica.

Fucking dumbest ending of a series I've ever seen. Retarded, moronic, repugnant.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

No shooting today. Boo!

I planned to go shooting today but the rain looks like it won't let up long enough. Oh, well. Maybe I'll get off early one day this week. I really wish I had some kind of canopy I could shoot under thought. That's something I'm going to have to look into at some point.

Zombie Apocalypse team picks.

Picked this up at Old NFO's, thought it sound fun.

1. Pick three US Civil War generals to fight by your side in the Zombie Apocalypse.

2. Same, but WWII generals.

3. Same, but US Presidents.

4. Same, but actors (living or dead)

5. Same, but writers.

6. Same, but rock musicians.

7. Same, but fictional characters.

My picks:

1. General Robert E. Lee, General U.S. Grant, and General William T. Sherman

2. General George S. Patton, General Omar Bradley, and General George C. Marshall

3. Theodore Roosevelt, U.S. Grant, Ronald Reagan

4. Tom Selleck, John Wayne, and Clint Eastwood

5. Terry Goodkind, Larry Correia, Robert A. Heinlein

6. Ted Nugent, Slash, and Ozzy Osbourne

7. Mike Harmon aka 'Ghost' (John Ringo), Earl Harbinger, Richard Rahl

Monday, June 14, 2010

When Democrates attack.

Ask a Democrat congressman a question, get assaulted.



Saw it here first.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Was a good night.

Some things you should just ignore. Some bridges need to stay burned. Some Rubicon's shouldn't be crossed.

But once they are you've just got to deal with it. That's life. You make a mistake, you fix it. It's rarely fun, and it's rarely easy, but it's life. All you can do is live it.

So that's what I'm going to do. Live my life, one way or another.

Anyway, I enjoyed a steak, scotch, and a good cigar tonight. Not many things could have made it better.

I learned a long time ago to enjoy my solitary time. I'm good at alone. Always have been. It's far from ideal, but you learn to adapt. That's life. Adaptation.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Lunch break.

I had one of my jobs cancel on me this morning and managed to finish up my afternoon job in under an hour. Since the afternoon job happened to be only a few miles from home I decided to come home for lunch. I really need to pick up another job (or two), but now that I'm home I don't want to move.

I did make an attempt to call into the office to pick something up, but I got a busy signal. Ugh. I'll call again in a minute. I need the money. I just really, really want to keep my ass parked right where it is.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Life.

Life is crazy right now. I've still got to get caught up on my bills but things seem to be smoothing out. Hopefully within the next month I'll be feeling pretty good about my situation.

For right now I'm kind of stressed. There are a lot of frustrations. I can leave the work stuff at work, but at the same time there is plenty outside of work. I'm happy about my job and all, but the pay situation has sucked so far and that has had a negative effect on plenty of other parts of my life (BILLS!!).

Anyway, things will work out because I'll make them work out. Good things are coming.

Firearms accessories for sale.

Since I recently sold my S&W M&P15t I've decided to sell off my accessories. I don't know that I'll be going with another AR type rifle when the time comes to replace it and I'm not in for a lot with the accessories so I'm liquidating for ammo money.

Daniel Defense Offset Flashlight Mount (Edited to add: SOLD)

Magpul AFG

Condor Single Point Sling

On The Range #15

I finally tracked down some .45 ACP at WalMart. I guess what I'm hearing about the ammo shortage seeming to be over is true. They had boxes and boxes of .380 and .45 ACP.

I did my '100 Round Practice' with the 100 rounds I bought. Hopefully I'll be buying more soon since I've got a some stuff for sale on eBay (more on that later).

I changed things up a bit. I need a baseline for my practice so I did three Bill Drills and three Mozambique Drills cold, and then three later after I'd done my strong hand, weak hand shooting.

Bill Drill Times (1-3 cold, 4-6 warm):

1. 10.27
2. 7.30
3. 9.70
4. 7.37
5. 6.37
6. 7.30

Mozambique Drill Times (1-3 cold, 4-6 warm):

1. 4.98
2. 4.61
3. 4.21
4. 4.97
5. 4.70
6. 4.86

Times were taken with the Surefire Shot Timer AP.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

D-Day




SUPREME HEADQUATERS
ALLIED EXPEDITIONARY FORCES

Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force!

You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade, toward
which we have striven these many months. The eyes of
the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty loving
people everywhere march with you. In company with
our brave Allies and brothers-in-arms on other Fronts,
you will bring about the destruction of the German war
machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed
peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free
world.

Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is
well trained, well equipped and battle-hardened.
He will fight savagely.

But this is the year I944 ! Much has happened since the
Nazi triumphs of I940-4I. The United Nations have inflicted
upon the Germans great defeats, in open battle,
man-to-man. Our air offensive has seriously reduced
their strength in the air and their capacity to wage
overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions of
war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained
fighting men. The tide has turned ! The free men of
the world are marching together to Victory !

I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to
duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less
than full Victory !

Good Luck ! And let us beseech the blessing of Almighty
God upon this great and noble undertaking.

Dwight Eisenhower

Saturday, June 5, 2010

This was my rifle.



There are many like it, but this one was mine.

I had to sell my rifle earlier this week. I had no choice. I was strapped for cash and my phone has been ringing off the hook with people wanting their money. I'm still not caught up, but at least I've dug my way a little out of the whole I'd sunk into.

Bobby Terrell.

Bobby Terrell is a sixty year old Vietnam veteran. He was a crew chief in the Air Force. He went in in 1968 after graduating from high school. He didn't have too. His father could have kept him in school until the war was over. Mr. Terrell made the decision to go anyway. He felt it was his turn to fight for his country.

I met Bobby Terrel today. He doesn't live too far from me and he was my last scheduled installation for today. I knew I was at the home of a Vietnam Vet as soon as I pulled up. There was a large POW-MIA flag flying in the front yard along with a smaller American flag. A pick-up truck parked in the driveway had a Vietnam Veterans license plate.

He's a tall, lanky man who looks ten to fifteen years younger than he is. He has long, black hair going to gray and a thin handlebar mustache. He referred to himself as an 'old Indian,' and that background showed clearly in his features.

He spoke very passionately about his love for his country, and his fear of what it is becoming. He doesn't know why after all the years this country has spent fighting socialism it is suddenly seeming to embrace it. I don't understand either.

His bedroom is neat and clean. He sat on his bed, surrounded by memorabilia of a Vietnam Vet and old soldier, smoking and talking about his thoughts about Vietnam and being a soldier. He told when you're 'over there' you get scared, but you also get pissed off. He said it was an anger like that you feel when some kid in school wants to kick you ass and you're hell bent to kick his instead.

I listened to him talk and I felt again, as I do from time to time, the shame that I never joined the military. I've had my reasons, and I'm still convinced they're good ones, but that doesn't make that feeling go away.

Mr. Terrell had two helmets displayed on his dresser. One was obviously a replica of his helmet from Vietnam. The other was a replica of a Nazi helmet. He pointed them out to me and said, "See those two helmets? One's an American helmet, and one's a Nazi helmet. Both were worn by boys who thought they were fighting for what was right, but you know who won, don't you?" He clenched his fist and I could see him tremble with the emotion as he continued, "We'll never be defeated. Ever."

As I was leaving I shook his hand and wished him luck on finding a new job, he'd just been laid around the same time I was. He laughed bitterly. "Hell, I don't care. I'm dying anyway. I won't be around much longer."

Emphysema. I remembered seeing the oxygen mask and tubes on his bedside table. I told him I hoped he lived longer than he expected too, and that I was glad I had met him. I told him I wouldn't forget him. He smiled, and said thank you.

I hope he goes peacefully and with as little pain as possible. I wish I could do something for him. I hope my words to him today were some comfort. I hope he felt like someone really listened to him and took what he had to say seriously.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Yeah, sorry about that.

Hasn't been much new hear. I was without the internet for a while, and work has been kicking my ass. Hopefully I'm getting passed the learning curve though.