Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Breaking News...

As every morning, waking up this morning at Roseholme Cottage was accompanied by the TV turning itself on to the local news. The very first story was a BREAKING NEWS story about a police action shooting here in the city. The reporter said something about officers responding to a burglary and shooting the armed suspect in the stomach.

Thus, my first conscious words today were "*$&%ing B27 targets." The X-ring on those classic silhouettes is too low and someone who shoots those things all the time is going to gut-shoot people out of habit. (And to steal a line from Tom Givens: "Can a shot down there be fatal? Sure, but probably not in your lifetime.")

There were other stories, and commercial breaks, and about thirty minutes later came an update to the shot burglar story: The newscaster now said that it was apparent that the police had shot the homewowner and more details would be forthcoming.

I said to Bobbi: "Dude thinks there's a robber with a gun outside his house, calls the cops, goes outside with a gun his ownself. Then cops show up, the light on the homeowner's 'I'm A Good Guy' IFF beacon is burnt out, the cops yell 'Drop the gun, Buddy!', he thinks 'Surely they don't mean me!', turns toward them, and gets hisself popped."

Looking at the TV station's freshly-updated webpage, it looks like that's more or less what happened:
Police arrived on scene after a report of an attempted robbery or carjacking. A woman was being carjacked and ran inside her home to tell her husband. He came outside the home with a gun to chase the suspect.

Police encountered the husband and shot him, instead of the suspect.

The homeowner was taken to Eskenazi Health.

The suspect remains at large.
  1. Once the cops have been called, you don't need to be running around outside with a gun in your hand. The chances for a blue-on-blue shooting skyrocket in incidences like that. Plainclothes officers get shot all the damn time in similar circumstances. It's easy to tell who the responding officers are because they show up in a car with blinking lights and they're all dressed the same. You want to not be on the playing field wearing the other team's uniform when they show up.

  2. If you are on the playing field when they show up and you hear "Drop the gun!" then you need to drop the gun. Seriously. Like it just turned white-hot. (This is a good reason to carry drop-safe pistols, BTW. I realize that carrying that 1904 Ruritanian army surplus Schnellblitzenselbstlader in 8.3mm semi-rimmed is really cool, but aren't you going to feel funny getting shot twice when you drop it: Once in the junk by your own gun when it hits the ground ass-end first, and again in the gut by the responding officer because he's startled by the gunshot?)

Monday, August 22, 2016

No Shoot

So, the Friends of Pat Rogers Memorial Celebration Weekend featured a Saturday that was packed with two- and four-hour blocks of instruction from a who's who of the industry.

I could immediately discount a few LE or .mil oriented ones as being outside what I really needed to spend time on, and decided fairly early on to just go ahead and leave my carbines at home. There were two 2-hr handgun blocks that sounded interesting, one from Matt Jacques and one from Ernest Langdon, and so I tossed 400 rounds of extra 9mm into the trunk and headed for Ohio, figuring I could spend the rest of the weekend catching up with people and taking pictures.

When they said "Get here early, because classes are going to fill fast," they weren't kidding. I was through the gate fifteen or twenty before nominal start time, but the joint was already jumping and both pistol classes on the board were full up.

You know what? I shoot pretty much every damn day. I haven't been in a pistol class since, what? Weekend before last with Tom Givens? Let's let the other kids shoot some.

Fortunately the Wally World in Salem, OH had 8GB Compact Flash cards in stock*, because I finished filling up the one in the camera and I put several hundred images on the new one, to boot.

I peeked in on a few classes and I'll post up pics and more reports later.

*The Wally Wold in Salem, OH will probably be the last place on earth where you will be able to buy a blank VHS tape. It has that vibe.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Note to Self...

So, I have this little travel case that I use to hold all the pocket and keychain detritus that won't make it through TSA. At some point, I bought a pair of nail clippers specifically to keep in there so that I wouldn't find myself in NH or NM without nail clippers.

This is great, except what happens when I drive someplace and therefore leave the little TSA box at home?

Note to self: Keep travel nail clippers in toiletries bag and not TSA case.

Outtake #2...

Ernest Langdon telling folks what time it is at the Alliance Police Training range for the Friends of Pat Rogers Memorial Celebration Weekend.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Outtake #1...

Jeff Gonzales of Trident Concepts at Alliance Police Training for the Friends of Pat Rogers Memorial Celebration Weekend.

Nearing the halfway point...

Friday morning, I took one hundred more rounds from Lucky Gunner to the range: fifty S&B FMJ and fifty Armscor FMJ.

I got the labeling mixed up on the target below. The upper grouping was the S&B at seven yards and the lower one was the Armscor, fired at ten. I'm actually kinda pleased with the lower group, with the exception of that egregious flyer. That was fired mostly at a 1rd/sec cadence.

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 930 rounds since the Glock 20 was cleaned or lubricated, with two failures to feed (#401, #454) and one failure to fire (#598). 1070 rounds to go.

Friday, August 19, 2016

They put the "fun" in Fundamentalist Islam...

Why bother showing it at all?

Another hundred...

Another hundred rounds of Lucky Gunner's Armscor 180gr FMJ went downrange at Indy Arms Co yesterday morning.

On the lower A-zone there, you can see where I didn't let the front sight blade settle all the way into the notch on a couple rounds. I might have cursed some.

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 830 rounds since the Glock 20 was cleaned or lubricated, with two failures to feed (#401, #454) and one failure to fire (#598). 1170 rounds to go.

It's here, Charlie Brown.

 So, you bring your eight- or nine-hundred pound pumpkin to the state fair...

 ...only to have your gourd squashed...

...by a behemoth weighing in at a full seven-tenths of a ton, a new Hoosier record.

Hit-and-Miss Engine

The grist mill in Pioneer Village is powered by a hit-and-miss engine. It's become something of a tradition to get lunch in the Indiana Beef Cattle Association tent next to Pioneer Village, and the sound of the engine chugging away is now linked by association in my mind to the taste of a ribeye sandwich.

This year, the engine was a different one than usual, with an open waterfall radiator for cooling.

 Rocker arm for exhaust valve.

 Stone mill grinds grain for purchase by fairgoers.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

American-Occupied America...

I just spent a wonderful afternoon deep in the heart of American-Occupied America. The State Fair is such a mood-lifter. I look forward to it every year.

It's the politest crowd you will ever find yourself in. The kids, especially the farm kids, make you go home humming "The Kids Are Alright". The whole thing is a celebration of the people who Get Shit Done. It's a wonderful antidote to the 24/7 depressing news cycle.

The Circle of Life...

"Man, I just {LISTENED_TO_ALBUM/WENT_TO_CONCERT} by {$GROUP_FROM_MY_TEENS/EARLY_TWENTIES} and they still kicked ass just like they did when they were new. {$GROUP_LIKED_BY_KIDS_WHO_SHOULD_GET_OFF_MY_LAWN} just won't have that same kind of staying power."

Moving right along...

Thanks to Lucky Gunner, the Glock 20 test continues, with a box of 50 Armscor 180gr FMJ rounds being sent downrange at Indy Arms Co yesterday morning.

Ballistically, these are about what I'd choose if I were to be running up the round count in a class with this gun; they've got enough oomph to cycle the thing reliably, even with the heavier recoil spring, but they're not so fatiguing that you couldn't shoot a few hundred in a day without risking carpal tunnel syndrome. The big Glocks do serve as pretty decent recoil sponges.

I probably was shooting a little fast. (The bottom cluster of bullet holes, including that flyer in the "neck", are from the Honor Guard 9. Ignore those for now.)

This makes 730 rounds since the Glock 20 was cleaned or lubricated, with two failures to feed (#401, #454) and one failure to fire (#598). 1270 rounds to go.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016


This mo'cycle is just gorgeous...

A photo posted by Ride•Shoot•Pray•Cut•Train (@rspct) on

QotD: Sharpened Rock Edition...

From Roomie:
"IMO, any adult human -- and most children past a certain degree of maturity -- ought to carry a knife. Otherwise you're just a chimp with a haircut."

CAFE Racer

Silicon Graybeard has a good post up on the EPA's looming fantasyland CAFE requirements, a topic that's relevant to car nerds. One way to eke out more mileage is to make cars smaller and lighter, but as I've noted elsewhere:
The early '80s saw plenty of cars that would be considered efficient even by today's standards enjoy sales success in America, from the Toyota Starlet to the Honda CRX HF, which sometimes leads people to ask "Well why don't they just sell those cars again?"

Because they wouldn't be legal to sell. They lack airbags. They'd fail side-impact and offset crash tests. And, more importantly, have you looked inside a small car lately? All but the most wretched clean-it-out-with-hose loss leaders on your neighborhood dealer's lots are stuffed full of things that used to be considered amenities: power windows, remote adjustable mirrors, power door locks with remote. Automatic transmissions outnumber manuals in passenger cars by a staggering margin, and even performance-oriented cars are like as not to have some paddle-shifted clutchless setup rather than the classic three-pedal row-your-own.

The aforementioned Toyota Starlet, one of which was my dad's commuter vehicle for many years, was a two-door hatchback on a tiny sub-92" wheelbase that weighed in at under 1700lbs; by comparison, a current Prius stretches over 106" between the axles and weighs in at over 3,000 pounds. (And lest you think that's all batteries, even the current Mini outweighs a Starlet by better than 700 pounds despite being a good ten inches shorter.)

I don't mind austere cars that crumple like beer cans in a wreck, but the rest of the market seems to think differently...
There's this potent reality-distortion field surrounding the DC beltway. Once inside it, people seem to think that the laws of physics will bend to a majority vote or a bureaucratic edict handed down after a mandatory public comment period.

Important Saftey Tip...

Just because you're carrying a cool guy gun in a cool guy holster doesn't mean you're suddenly cleared hot to point guns at yourself. Rule Two even applies to cool guys. Observe the correct way to put your heater away in AIWB:

Nothing makes me cringe more in a gun class than watching someone rush a reholster to AIWB while still standing straight up and down. I will overcome my introverted nature and ignore the fact that I am not the instructor to have a couple quiet and encouraging words with you.

One more time showing the correct procedure:

I miss Todd. :(

Political Derangement Syndrome.

Last administration, we had "Bush Derangement Syndrome": Every imaginable evil and flaw, even contradictory ones, was attributed to the administration, and not a sparrow did fall but his detractors didn't blame George W. Literally Hitler Bush for its sudden loss of altitude.

This administration the meme is #ThanksObama, and though the detractors differ, the blame remains the same. Witness this discussion trying to assign a share of legal culpability for that yahoo in NC who put a "warning shot" into a passerby on Joe Biden.