Monday, June 26, 2017

Dream Park...

So, I dreamed I was working in this little drug store in this tiny town out in the middle of flat-ass nowhere. The town was some houses and trees and a church and a courthouse and a few commercial buildings surrounded by billiard-table-flat farmland in all directions.

The drug store was in a strip center at the end of the three or four block main drag, along with a barber shop, a package store, the post office, and a little bar & grill sort of restaurant. And across the street was a park with some picnic tables and...this is how I knew it was a dream...a 50 yard pistol bay with a covered firing line.

So, like I said, I worked at the little drug store across the street from this park and, this being weird dream small town, the drug store closed at 9PM. I'm locking up, it's high summer so it's just starting to get to twilight, and I see two vehicles I recognize in the parking lot of the park across the street.

So I drive over and park my car (for some reason my car is the red Porsche 924S I had back in Georgia) and pull my ears on and wander over to the firing line on the pistol bay, where Jack Clemons is getting some pistol shooting pointers from Bruce Gray.

I sat and eavesdropped for a bit, but it was getting on toward full dark and, while the firing line was lit and there were a couple mercury-vapor lights in the parking lot, the pistol bay itself was unlit and the steel was starting to get hard to distinguish from the backstop. Plus, an evening fog was starting to rise.

Bruce suggested we all grab a bite at the little bar & grill across the street to give the fog time to lift before heading home..."People get in wrecks in this stuff all the time," he opined...and so I walked back to my car to move it back across the street. As I was unlocking the car, this dented hooptie with different-colored fenders and doors rolled to a stop on the street in front of me.

"Hey..." yelled the guy in the passenger seat.

"Sorry, buddy, can't help you. I gotta go," I blurted as I finished opening the door and started to climb in.

"Hey!" Now he'd opened the passenger door and hopped out and was making a beeline for my car. I looked around the parking lot, but Jack and Bruce had already left and parked at the far corner of the parking lot across the street. I locked my door and debated fastening the seat belt or leaving it unlatched so I could access my gun better.

I started the car and fished for reverse. The dude was almost to my door.

And I woke up.
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Sunday, June 25, 2017

Automotif CXXXVIII...

Seen in the parking lot on leaving The Gallery Pastry Shop after brunch yesterday morning: This gorgeous old thing...

 It's a 1932 Cadillac 452B Fleetwood Madame X Sedan...

...powered by Cadillac's V16 engine, for when your oil company successfully acquired a railroad and a telegraph company and you wanted to distinguish yourself from your V12-driving neighbors.

Looking at auction prices for these V16 beasts, it takes a moment to realize that, even though they are fetching anywhere from $150,000 for the most common to over half a million for the rarest variants, they haven't really appreciated much since the early days of the Depression, when the Madame X cars fetched north of $7,000.
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Saturday, June 24, 2017

Work day at the range...

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I'm almost finished with the shooting portion of the FN 509 review. I'd like to have put more rounds through it, but time is tight, and the gun's gotta go back. 439 rounds with no stoppages of any kind so far. I hope to squeeze in another couple hundred rounds Monday/Tuesday morning.
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Friday, June 23, 2017

When is a courtroom not a courtroom?

When it's not a courtroom.

See, Indiana's strong state preemption law generally prohibits political subdivisions of the state from making places off limits to carry. However, buildings with courtrooms in them are an exception to this law.

So if a county had just purchased a building downtown and was using it for the offices of the prosecutor and various public defenders and suchlike, how could they make this new office building off-limits for carry, complete with metal detectors and security and such?

They could say that one of the rooms in the basement was actually a courtroom!

So, what happened when an attorney asked if he could see this alleged courtroom?
“It was intellectual curiosity at that point,” said Freeman.  “I asked questions about who created the court.”  Freeman said that after looking through a locked door it became obvious that there wasn’t a courtroom set up.  “There were boxes and furniture in the room,” he said. At this point, he became more curious and submitted a request for public information about the courtroom on or about May 15, 2017.  That’s when the trouble began.

On or about May 17, 2017, Freeman was pulled into a restroom and questioned by courthouse deputies.  Someone had accused him of carrying a gun in the courthouse and ranting about it on Facebook.  Freeman knew that was nonsense, so asked the officers who made those allegations and who ordered them to question him.  They reportedly told him they could not tell him.  Freeman believes someone may have intended to intimidate him for raising questions and asking for public information.
Shenanigans ensued. Go read the whole thing.
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How Not To Do It...

We all love tales of plucky convenience store clerks who respond to an armed robbery attempt by pulling their own gat and turning the tables on the holdup man.

However, it's important to understand your state's use of force laws when playing Captain Good Guy, as one Indiana c-store clerk recently learned...
Police say the cashier pulled a gun and followed the suspected shoplifter as he left the store and walked to his car. Investigators don't know whether the employee pointed the gun or threatened the man. At some point, he drove off and someone called police.

Officers caught up with the suspected shoplifter and arrested both men.

Twenty-three-year-old Stephen Robinson is charged with theft and driving with a suspended license. The cashier, 31-year-old Ahmad Al-Rafie, is charged with intimidation with a firearm and pointing a firearm.
This is what Claude Werner would refer to as a Negative Outcome.

Your Indiana LTCH is not a Batman Badge, it is just a license to have a gun with you. Introducing a firearm into a situation is using (or threatening the use of) deadly force. We, as a society, have laid out certain parameters under which one may use deadly force. Shoplifting does not fall under those parameters.

Even if the guy's lawyer gets him off...say that video camera footage proves he never pointed the handgun and the intimidation charge is pretty 'he said, she said'...he is still going to be out several thousand times the cost of the cigar.
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Pot, Kettle

NBC News, apparently bereft of irony, reports that...
"Dan Coats, the director of national intelligence, told House investigators Thursday that President Trump seemed obsessed with the Russia probe..."
Well, so's everybody at ABCNNBCBS, so you'd think with that much in common, they'd get along a lot better with Trump.
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Thursday, June 22, 2017

Tactical Boogeyman...

You know that urban legend that goes around every now and again, the one about the ankle-slashing [rapists/carjackers/gang initiates] that are supposedly lying in wait under cars in parking lots to slash the Achilles tendons of women as they unlock the driver's side door?

Well, the tactical version of that is the "spent brass in the pockets" legend.
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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Apparently making stuff is bad.

CNN says that people who make things don't want their kids to make things.

Apparently making things is such a lousy way to make a living that only foreigners should be allowed to do it. No decent American should have to sully their hands with productive labor by actually building stuff; instead, get a Master's in Barista.
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Awkward dream...

So I had this dream last night that SHOT Show next year was in Atlanta, for some reason. And I'm in the jostling crowd elbowing my way onto the show floor from the lobby, and there in the press of people in front of me are my parents.

What mom and dad were doing at SHOT is beyond me.

Anyhow, the rest of the dream was as awkward as you could imagine, with my folks following me around the show as I'm trying in my usual half-assed way to get some work done, and they're politely trying to be interested in my work and everything's just a mess. Dad's trying to be helpful, Mom is gamely feigning enthusiasm...it's a classic Comedy of Manners.

As best I can tell, this is some super-advanced-level version of the Have to Give an Oral Book Report Naked in High School Dream, about being unprepared, or maybe it's some manifestation of Impostor Syndrome or something.
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Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Gratuitous Gun Pr0n #163...

zomg we're all gonna die, Part MCXLII...

Bunches of earthquake clusters in Yellowstone should take your mind off the fact that Russia turned off the deconfliction hotline in Syria and has declared they will splash any US aircraft that cross some line-of-death or another.
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Whoah...

I knew that the overdose situation was getting dire, but according to a spot I just caught on Today, Ohio is apparently on pace for ten thousand overdose deaths this year.

Ten thousand.

Bear in mind that Michael Bloomberg and all his concerned Mommy minions go completely off their nut at thirty-something thousand firearm deaths nationwide, and a good chunk of those are suicides who meant to die. Meanwhile ten thousand people in just one state inadvertently offed themselves trying to catch a buzz.

If you want to read some $#!+ that will turn you white, there's a thread in the Law Enforcement subforum at pistol-forum.com where cops, EMTs, ER docs, coroners, and one guy in Huntington, WV talk about their experiences with the huge upsurge in heroin and Fentanyl overdoses.

I don't pretend to have a solution. We're still warring on drugs as hard as ever, and the bodies keep piling up. It's almost as much hassle to buy a packet of cold medicine now as it is to buy an AR-15, and that doesn't keep the Montgomery County coroner from giving interviews in a walk-in fridge full of Fenatanyled corpsicles.

At this point I'm half tempted to suggest we take all the money we spend on the War on (Some) Drugs and use it to buy narcotics. Pile the dope in every intersection in America, declare a one-week business holiday, and let America get all its fatal overdoses out of its system all at once.
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Monday, June 19, 2017

Poignant

This dude came to my attention because Kathy Jackson linked a blog post where he was attempting to get some fair recompense from Delta for a trashed camera and lens. All appears to have been squared away and the squeaky wheel satisfactorily greased, but that's not why I'm mentioning this...

I'm mentioning this because damn, this guy is good. His photography is captivating and he can paint a heck of a picture with words. I hope he does well as he cuts loose to try and make a living off it this August.
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Tit for Tat...

I'm surprised it's taken this long for something like this to go down, but another van drove into a crowd in England today, except this time it was a guy driving into the end-of-Ramadan-fast crowd around a mosque. He popped out of the van swinging fists and shouting "I did my bit, you deserve it!" before being laid hands on by the crowd and turned over to responding police.


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Sunday, June 18, 2017

Sunday, Lazy Sunday...

As the clock ticks on to 1:00 PM, the odds of me getting out of my pyjamas today approach zero.

I might still be digesting last night's meal...

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Saturday, June 17, 2017

It's here!

The batt'ry-operated lawnmower has arrived. The first battery is on the charger even now.

Before too long, we'll know how well it works. (I mean, it had really good customer reviews, better than most mowers in its class, but the proof is in the cutting.)
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Running low on words...

Over the last two days I plumped some outlines and notes into a feature-length review and two columns, and jotted down notes and outlines for two more article-ettes that I'll have to inflate into their final form here in the next couple days.

My word tank is about three-quarters empty.

I figure I'll play some World of Warcrack today, maybe watch a couple episodes of The Expanse with Bobbi, and then get back to it after Meet the Press tomorrow gets me all riled up.
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Friday, June 16, 2017

Lawn Machine

Woke up this morning and got my quick lap around the block in before it got hot outside. It was only 71, according to the nearest weather station, but the dew point was very nearly the same as the temperature. It was more like swimming than walking.

My lower back already felt like I'd been putting in a hard day's physical labor, and not like I'd just got out of bed.

I bring up the back pain thing because this weekend will be the swan song of the corded electric mower. Bobbi, who deals with drop cords for a living and has used that lawn mower for probably twenty years, does not see what my problem is with it.

Myself, on the other hand? I'm completely inept at handling extension cords. Paying out the two cords it takes to cover the lawn, wrangling the cord around the raised bed while mowing, and rolling up and stowing the two cords at the end of the mowing turns what should be a twenty-minute breeze of a lawn job into an hour of back-wrenching stoop labor.

Bobbi would rather not store gas cans in the garage, and so I did a bit of nosing around online and settled on a solution.

Multiple reviewers mention mowing a quarter acre without draining the dual batteries, so it should be more than up to cutting Roseholme Cottage's little bowling alley of a lot. It was definitely cheaper than my initial suggestion of just paving the whole lawn and painting it green.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Overheard in the Office...

Presented without context, yelled down the hall at the television...
Me: "How about we discuss Russian involvement in your mom, Matt Lauer?"

Our local grocer is dying...

...and I am sad.

Ever since I moved to Indy, the Marsh supermarket at the corner of 62nd and Keystone has been what I would consider my neighborhood supermarket. Their prices and selection were good, the meat counter had good meat, the produce was fresh and varied, and the deli had a good variety of cheeses and lunch meat.

They had all the trendy features of a modern supermarket: A salad bar and a sushi bar and an olive bar. There was a little dine-in area by the deli & bakery.

But Marsh is auguring in. Bankruptcy has been filed, and the Hoosier grocery chain will officially be no more come July 1st. Kroger has bought some, and another Ohio chain has bought others, but that leaves eighteen Marsh stores that will close for good next month, and our local Marsh is one.

And, honestly, I helped kill that one.

It started when Fresh Market opened around the corner from the house. That pretty much ended purchases of meats and produce and deli items from Marsh for us. Fresh Market's selection on that stuff is better, the prices weren't measurably worse, and the convenience of being right around the corner kinda sealed that deal.

That left Marsh for processed and packaged foods, and household goods. When the neighborhood Target became a "Super Target", that siphoned off some of that business from Marsh for us, but not a ton. It was harder to park and get in and out of the shopping center where the Target was located, so Marsh still won on convenience.

And then they opened the Meijer at 54th and Keystone, and that was the last nail in our neighborhood Marsh's coffin.

I felt a little guilty when I stopped into Marsh a couple months ago after a several-month hiatus. The place was just generally down at the heels; under-stocked, under-staffed... I felt bad, especially, because the company must have been a good employer; most of the staff was the same as it was years ago when the place was a near-daily stop for me.

So, no, nobody bought our neighborhood Marsh, and why would you? There are two Krogers, a Fresh Market, a Fresh Thyme, a Meijer, and a Super Target all in a square a couple miles on a side. It's practically the opposite of a food desert.

I'm looking for the next likely victim to be the "mini Kroger" in the heart of Broad Ripple. It has a lot of fierce neighborhood loyalty, but the Fresh Thyme that is part of the new 151-unit "The Coil" apartment complex is bound to draw off a fair amount of business.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Softball...


Well, he's removed his tweet now. Matthew Modine had tweeted a picture of an AR-15 with the usual drivel about how the Founders couldn't have envisioned such a weapon when they wrote the Second Amendment. He also noted, presumably with disapproval, that such weapons were available for as little as $500, because damned if people of moderate means are allowed to own effective weapons.

ETA: Ah, here we go...


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Fixed.

The air conditioning here at Roseholme Cottage got its annual recharge this morning, making things a lot more bearable indoors.

Yay!

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Hotter than...

It is hotter than Satan's stovetop...well, actually it's not even the heat, not yet at least; it's the humidity. I woke up last night at quarter to four and couldn't fall back asleep, so I went for my 0615 lap around the block and, despite it only being 75°F out, the 85% humidity made it feel like I was underwater.

And the A/C here in Roseholme Cottage is on the fritz.  I've been consuming fluids all morning but I'm still so hot that I'm sitting here actively weighing donning a summer dress versus taking a cold shower. Neither are things I will do without great provocation, mind you, so you know the situation is dire.

Or I could go to the library.
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Monday, June 12, 2017

EXTREME! Part Deux...

So there's apparently some attraction in Vegas where you can get into full-contact sims gun fights for real or something?
We’re not talking compressed air paintball guns. Everything operates the same way as a real gun, because it is a real gun.  The ammo operates in the same way as real ammo with blue and red tip bullets to indicate the team colors.  When the bullets hit their target, they leave a mark all over their opponent’s protective gear, and when it hits the skin, it stings. The mark can sometimes leave behind big red welts – all from non-lethal training ammunition.

Something tells whoever wrote the copy hasn't taken a contact shot from a sims gun...
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It's boring here (and we like it that way.)

Handy to have...

A couple of very useful things for me:
  • The Uplula mag loader. Cramming the seventeenth round into these brand new 509 mags would have been well-nigh impossible without it on the first couple loadings. The raspberry one doesn't hide in the range bag and will hopefully be more resistant to permanent borrowing at the range.

  • Safariland's GLS holster. I was so impressed with the first one I got that when I stumbled across a couple of FDE ones on the sale table at a gun store, I snapped them both up. The pictured one holds the 509, as well as its FNS sibling, the midsize 19/23/32/38 Glocks, a bevy of HKs, Smith SD's, Tanfo Witness P's, and others. It ships with both a paddle and belt loops. If you gotta write about a lot of different guns, you could probably holster most of them with about four different GLS holsters.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Foiled...

American politics are shunted off NBC this morning by French tennis, which will then be followed by Canadian F1 racing. I literally can't even.
"If it's Sunday, it's Meet the Press, unless the Frogs are playing tennis or there's a good game of footie on."
I'm not a citizen of the world. I'm (increasingly grudgingly) a citizen of the US and of the state of Indiana. And of course Inside Indiana Business, our state-level weekly politico-economic talking head show, is preempted for the thwock-grunt-thwock-grunt-thwock-shuffleshuffle-thwock-grunt of clay court tennis as well.

As I've noted before, thanks to the commentators talking in the hushed tones of pasture pool announcers and the metronomic soundtrack of the activity itself, combined with the pulsing muted surf noise of the crowd, televised tennis is a wonderful soporific for laying abed of a summer Sunday morning.
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Saturday, June 10, 2017

EXTREME!

Apparently, good gun handling and firearms safety is racist.

The column's author also brings up something that came up in a discussion on my Facebook timeline:
One last point, and it does directly concern race. VODA is targeting his closest demographic for business: black gun owners new to the firearm world. He is targeting gun owners who do not yet know what right looks like. They’re uneducated in basic gun safety and fundamentals.
He is propagating unsafe firearms techniques and downright dangerous weapons manipulation, and here is an unfortunate result of that: he has a following that agrees with him based strictly on race rather than skill, proficiency, or the ability to instruct.
On Bookface, I had noted:
Now that you mention it, he's a direct parallel to the Gun Bunny phenomenon, only on the pigmentation axis rather than the bathroom one.
The shooting community is constantly trying to reach out to under-served demographics, and sometimes in the guise of encouragement and evangelism, hand out accolades and attagirls where they're not necessarily deserved. In the best case, these serve their intended effect and keep an uncertain person in the game and striving. 

In the worst case, the seeds of unwarranted encouragement land on the fertile soil of narcissism and result in people "innovating" combat techniques that shoot range ceilings and only avoid slicing their gun hand open or shooting their knife hand by pure dumb luck. At some point, this guy was given NRA Instructor certs (which have since been wisely revoked):

Yes, he's crossing his knife hand in front of the muzzle with his finger on the trigger.
Now, a thoughtful person watching that video would ask themselves "If I'm within arm's length of some bad actor, is he just going to stand there watching while I use both of my hands to execute a painfully slow and fumbling draw of my pistol and knife simultaneously? And why am I shooting and stabbing at the same time? What if he just stepped into me while I'm doing all this?"

But neither the guy in the video (who claimed he was "innovating" a new "platform", because apparently we just use buzzwords at random now) nor his intended customers know enough to even ask these questions.

Friday, June 09, 2017

Next project, good omen...

My review sample of the new FN 509 arrived for a forthcoming Shooting Illustrated article, and I dragged it to the range on Wednesday. I'd been shooting a series of Dot Torture drills with my ex-CCW Gen3 Glock 19, and meeting frustration after frustration, mostly centered on Dot 5 (five shots Strong Hand Only) although other dropped shots and borderline ones kept me shooting 48's and 49's.

I pulled the 509 out of the box, not really having done any dry-fire with the gun, and not having fired a single shot to see where the bullets hit relative to the sights...

...and cleaned Dot Torture cold with it, if somewhat messily. I'll take that as a good omen for the gun.

Now to quickly grind another several hundred rounds out so I can write it up. I don't like writing a review with less than 750 rounds through the gun if I can help it.
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The best thing to come out of the Comey testimony...

...for me so far is that Corey Lewandowski seems to have popped back up out of the ground clutter and onto the media's radar again. The Today Show had him on this morning, and I had forgotten what an entertaining interview he is. I mean, anybody who can be reduced to verbal flailing like that by Savannah and Matt must get outwitted by arugula on a regular basis.

Please say that they're trying to find a gig for him in the White House, because watching him get interviewed is like the verbal equivalent of a Three Stooges sketch.

On a more disturbing note was Senator McCain's attempt at grilling Comey, which I listened to on NPR on the way to the range, and which nearly caused me to steer into a ditch...



Wow.
“In the case of Hillary Clinton, you made the statement that there wasn't sufficient evidence to bring a suit against her, although it had been very careless in their behavior, but you did reach a conclusion in that case that it was not necessary to further pursue her,” McCain's line of questioning began. 
“Yet at the same time, in the case of Mr. [Trump], you said that there was not enough information to make a conclusion. Tell me the difference between your conclusion as far as former secretary Clinton is concerned, and Mr. Trump.”
If McCain were my kin, I'd have pulled the car over right then and gotten on the phone with family to discuss maybe getting together and taking his car keys away. Maybe his constituents want to get together and discuss doing likewise with his senatorial vote, before he dozes off at the wheel and veers into oncoming legislation.
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Thursday, June 08, 2017

Hey, look!

I have a piece up at BreachBangClear!
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Cooldown Period.


Well, that was pretty heavily edited, but it sounded like Pat Mac was in favor of waiting periods. The background check remark was pretty ambiguous. I mean, we already *have* background checks, so...

This popped up in his Instagram feed...

"tmacsinc" being the company name for Pat Mac's training company. Okay, so he seems to think that waiting periods would deter crimes of passion or acts of spontaneity. I disagree. Then P&S released this on the Bookface last night...

There's a lot of "well, are you going to crucify this guy for lack of RKBA purity?" going on, as well as a lot of...well, crucifying for lack of RKBA purity.

I've participated in two internet lynch mobs of the sort. Both were for print journos (former Outdoor Life writer Jim Zumbo and former RECOIL editor Jerry Tsai) who spoke up in favor of AWBs at times when such things were realistically still on the table. And Jim Zumbo got a pardon, as far as I was concerned, after a public recanting and a carbine class with Pat Rogers.

I guess I could say I stood by and held coats at the stoning of Dick Metcalf, but he brought that on his ownself, trying to sell out his fellow Illinois gun owners at a politically vulnerable time for the sake of lining his own pockets. He didn't make himself a very sympathetic figure with his sneeringly condescending retorts and whining excuse-making, either.

I reserve the right to form my opinions on these things on a case-by-case basis. I haven't really formed mine here yet, other than I think Pat Mac is as wrong as tw...well, as a very wrong thing...when it comes to the utility of waiting periods.
 

As far as Universal Background Checks, here's the correct and constitutional way to implement those: Since the right to keep and bear arms is a civil right, the default setting is that everyone has it. If someone becomes a felon or is otherwise debarred from arms, then make a NO GUNS ALLOWED black mark on their DL/ID/passport/whatever.

Show me an ID without that disclaimer, and you'd be good to go, no background check necessary. And you'd be good to go in all 50 states, at that.

I'd trade that for moving suppressors to Title I, repealing the Hughes Amendment, and interstate handgun sales. Hell, I might throw in a 3-day wait on sales from FFL dealers for that package deal.But that's not what the other side means by "compromise".
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Ruger Mk.IV recall...

So, apparently there's a hitch with the operation of the safety on the Mk.IV pistols...



...and Ruger is issuing a recall. Ruger tends to be pretty proactive with things like this, and doesn't mess around with "voluntary upgrades" and suchlike.

It's buried in the corporate DNA, dating back to the guy who offed hisself dropping an "Old Model" three-screw Ruger Blackhawk and the resulting lawsuit that resulted in the New Model Blackhawk and its transfer bar operation that is safe to carry with six beans in the wheel. (This is also the genesis of the paragraph of safety arglebargle rollmarked on Ruger handguns. That's mandated by a court settlement, not because Ruger just loves adding an extra rollmarking step to the manufacturing process.)


Wednesday, June 07, 2017

Tam Gets Judgy, Part MCMLXII...

Forget the question about kids, because I don't pretend to be an expert on when your kid is mature enough to handle power tools, but if someone has a crappy airsoft-grade flashlight stacked atop a cheap rail-mount laser, and has aftermarket grip plug and slide cover plate engraved with what they consider aspirational or motivational logos or sayings...and they still have the janky plastic factory sights on the gun? I'mma get judgy as hell, because they might as well have "I DON'T HAVE A F***ING CLUE" branded on their forehead. With a brand. The red-hot iron kind of brand.
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Tuesday, June 06, 2017

6/6/44

The youngest guys wading through that bullet-stirred surf are ninety, now, and there are fewer every year who remember with advantages what feats they did that day...
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I can't even get into anhedonia.

I walked into the Indy 1500 gun show this past Saturday morning with $200 in my pocket. I limped out an hour and a half later with $195, because I'd bought a large soft drink at the concession stand.

This is disturbing me.

I fell off the daily walking for exercise bandwagon following my weekend in Louisville back in March, but in reality, I'd fallen off it much earlier than that. As important as the walking is for exercise, the key part was the act of forcing myself awake and out the door first thing in the morning; exercising volition as the first act of my day, even before getting sucked into reading content on the internet or chatting on Bookface.

I've managed two days in a row now. Just a single lap around the block, a third of a mile, but it's been the first thing I did in the morning both days. I'll have to regain some level of fitness again; apparently I've been limping a lot lately.
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Monday, June 05, 2017

Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong.

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Captain Ohellno and the Moon Landing

Alex Honnold, last referenced here after his free solo ascent of Half Dome, apparently spent his weekend out overachieving again. While normal people with functioning adrenal glands and healthy survival instincts were mowing lawns and barbecuing and other first-weekend-of-summer stuff, Honnold was busy free-soloing El Capitan, an achievement likened to the lunar landing of the free soloing world.
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Friday, June 02, 2017

Speed Reading

Preparing for a writeup at Breach Bang Clear, I got in some chrono testing of Federal's latest addition to the HST line, the 130gr .38 Special +P loading intended for short-barreled revolvers (since that's about the only kind of .38 Special revolver that's even remotely mainstream anymore, let's face it, fellow wheelgun fans.)

While I was there, I also clocked two classic loads often recommended for snubby use, as well as a lesser-known .38 Special loading, the 147gr +P+ Hydra-Shok.

First up is the 158gr lead semi-wadcutter hollow point, loaded to +P pressures. This is pretty much the classic self-defense load in the .38 Special, the vaunted "FBI load". Out of a 2-inch tube, it loses some steam, though:
LO: 812.3
HI: 878.7
AV: 852.2
ES: 66.46
SD: 19.51
That adds up to 255 ft/lbs of muzzle energy, the most of the four rounds tested, if you're the sort of person who puts much stock in that kind of thing. When you start stuffing more powder in a .38 in serach of velocity, you rarely do much for consistency. This box of ammo is probably a dozen years old, from a time when Remington's QC was much better than it is now, and we still see a 66 fps spread between the fastest and slowest rounds in a ten-round string.

That's nothing compared to the results from Federal's 147gr +P+ Hydra-Shok, though...
LO: 770.4
HI: 891.5
AV: 847.3
ES: 121.1
SD: 36.38
...for an average of 234 ft/lbs of energy. The Hydra-Shoks are from my half of a case that I split with a friend back in 2003. They've been stored in a non-climate-controlled attic for the last nine years, seeing seasonal temperature swings of probably fifty degrees, but I think the culprit in the massive velocity spread is more likely to be a lot of slow-burning powder intended to maximize velocity out of service-size barrels. In a 2" gun, this can lead to wildly varying numbers as lots of the powder is still burning when the bullet leaves the muzzle.

I also had a box of Federal Gold Medal Match 148gr wadcutters that I'd apparently been saving for a rainy day since 2005, so I donated ten to science for the chronograph.
LO: 628.3
HI: 682.0
AV: 662.5
ES: 53.63
SD: 17.00
Slow-moving rounds with more consistency, but only 144 ft/lbs. A lot of very clueful people I know advocate them for self-defense loads in a snub-nosed revolver because they're soft-shooting, penetrate well, and...to be perfectly frank...hollow-points tend not to expand well, or at all, at the sort of velocities you're likely to get out of a snub-nosed revolver.

Which brings us to the new 130gr +P Federal HST, which is a jacketed hollow point with a monstrous cavity, like the old trick of loading hollow-based wadcutters backwards in the case. How did it do, velocity-wise?
LO: 753.9
HI: 811.3
AV: 782.9
ES: 57.42
SD: 20.12
A hundred and seventy-seven foot pounds of muzzle energy doesn't strike me as a lot when you want to use some of that energy to deform a hollow point bullet. I'll also note that, despite being nominally a +P load, the 130gr projectiles were traveling noticeably slower than the heavier LSWC-HP or Hydra-Shoks, and the round was commensurately more pleasant to fire out of a 2" barrel. I'm assuming that a faster-burning powder was specified, by the fairly consistent velocities and reduced muzzle blast.

For the conclusions, including terminal ballistic testing and what not, stay tuned for a link to the Breach Bang Clear piece.

EDIT: The default bullet weight in the online calculator I use is 150 grains, and somehow I reported the 130gr HSTs as being 150gr bullets. This has been corrected in the text. My apologies. Thank you to Rich Grassi for catching the error; he let me know this morning, but correction had to wait until I got back to my laptop.

Tab Clearing...

Automotif CXXXVII...

Hard to pin down the year on this XJS parked curbside up in Broad Ripple proper. It's from the '82-'91 time frame. I don't recollect it having a CHMSL (That's NHTSA-speak for "center high-mounted stop lamp", aka the "third brake light") so we'll arbitrarily call it an '83.
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Thursday, June 01, 2017

...last Friday, though...

Last Friday had me back at the range with the 29, squeezing in some range time on the heels of some shooting I was doing for work. I had forty rounds left out of a box of fifty, thanks to the ten-round chrono string I'd fired the week before...

I got two failures to feed, on round number six and number twenty-four of the day. (#176 and #194 of the test.) Also, round number three of the day (#173 of the test) featured another light, off-center primer strike from not going back into battery. Clearly I am limp-wristing the gun. Also clearly: the gun is entirely too easy to limp-wrist.


This is reminiscent of the early stages of the Glock 32 and Glock 20 tests. In both cases the problem was cured with an application of aftermarket recoil spring. Clearly it's time to do some research...

Trying to gorilla grip the gun and shoot fast made for a few ugly dropped shots.

This makes 210 rounds fired since the gun was last cleaned or lubed, with eight failures to feed (#2, #3, #12, #13, #22, #23, #176, #194) and nine failures to fire (#4, #7, #9, #15, #17, #26, #64, #156, #173). 1,880 rounds to go.
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Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Long range day...

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Well, I wrapped up the shooting portion of the XD-E test for Shooting Illustrated today. Coming soon to a mailbox near you...

Monday, May 29, 2017

Disturbing thought...


Thursday's shooting session...

Brought the Glock 29 along with me to work on Thursday, along with a fifty round box of Armscor 180gr FMJ ammo. I'd added a Ghost "Bullet Forward" slide release, mostly to try the thing. I've pretty much settled on using the Vickers releases on my G-locks, but I hadn't tried this option yet, and Dave Spaulding had recommended it, so... I'm doing this for you, internet.

Clamping the pistol in a death grip seemed to get the off-center light strike problem out of the picture...or it did mostly, anyway. I only experienced one, on the thirty-fourth round of the day (#156 of the test).

This makes 170 rounds fired since the gun was last cleaned or lubed, with six failures to feed (#2, #3, #12, #13, #22, #23) and eight failures to fire (#4, #7, #9, #15, #17, #26, #64, #156). 1,880 rounds to go.
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Memorial Day 2017

Remember.
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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Doldrums

This weekend has thus far been the opposite of productive.

I've not gotten any shooting done because the holiday weekend is likely to see my usual venues overrun with the sort of casuals that make me nervous as dammit on public ranges. I really would hate for the last words I heard on this planet to be "Oh, damn! I'm sorry! I thought it was unloaded!"

Local coverage of the pre-race festivities for the Indy 500 meant I got no Meet the Press for a second week now.

I only got dressed because it's Bobbi's birthday and I'm buying her lunch before coming home to write while she visits her mom.

I have to do laundry. Exciting stuff.
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Friday, May 26, 2017

Twist my arm...

Bobbi got home from work tonight with a couple of bags from Fresh Market in her arms. "Do you want a baked potato with dinner?" she asked.

I sussed out the situation... "You got steaks? I was supposed to play World of Warcrack with Robin and J- and the Nerds at 8:00PM, but I can tell them I'll be late...only... Well, I was going to tell you when you got home that I was thinking about getting some steaks tomorrow so we could eat them while watching the last two episodes of the first season of The Expanse."

"I don't see a problem with that."

"You could eat steak two nights in a row?"

"If I'm buying one night and you're buying the next, I don't think it counts."

From conversation elsewhere...

"It's something of which I try and remain cognizant. Yeah, I've been to a bunch of gun school...for work. Yeah, I have a pretty relaxed dress code...because I write about guns for a living. 

Translating my experience to somebody who has to dress professionally in a No Guns Allowed cubicle farm and gets a couple precious weeks of vacation a year that they might want to blow taking the fam to Disney instead of taking Extreme Tactical Rollover Prone Room Clearing Level 3 is something I have to keep in mind. 

It's why I constantly check on what Claude is writing. He keeps me centered."

Good news and bad news...

On the left is Hornady's 147gr .355" XTP jacketed hollowpoint, a bullet not known for enthusiastic expansion at subsonic velocities. Shoved out of a 5.5" .357SIG barrel at about 1240 feet per second and this one expanded okay, even through four layers of denim. It penetrated a little over eighteen inches of Clear Ballistics gel, coming to rest a little ways into the second block.

The 125gr Remington Golden Saber Bonded .357SIG projectile on the right did likewise.

Thing is, though, so did several 9mm 124gr +P Federal HST bullets.

Maybe the .357SIG would have performed better than the +P 9mm through auto body sheet metal or windshield glass? Don't know, but these two bullets did pretty much the same thing in gel covered in four layers of denim...

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Bigger, Better, Faster, More?

Wilson Combat's loading of the 115gr Barnes all-copper TAC-XP bullet turned in very consistent performance in some informal testing through four layers of denim. Whether fired from the 3" barrel of the Chiefs Special 9, John's 4" Wilson X9 test gun, or the 5" (actually 5.31") barrel of a Glock 34, the bullets penetrated between 12 and 14 inches in a Clear Ballistics FBI block and expanded to look like advertising photographs.

Each inch of barrel just seemed to add about a half inch more penetration, and they all expanded fairly early
The top two are the Wilson-loaded 115gr +P 9mm bullets. The lowest one is a .45ACP 185gr +P Barnes TAC-XP from a Carry Comp 1911 built by Chuck Warner. It also penetrated 13" and expanded perfectly. The lead-cored projectile, provided for scale, is a 10mm Auto Critical Duty bullet that was pulled out of the second block, having penetrated about 20" of denim-covered gel.
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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Science!

In picture: Dark Star Gear holster, Grayguns FCU, Boresight Solutions frame.
One neat consequence of the P320's modular nature is that you can test the effects of very specific changes, like the shape of the new X-series grip module. Same trigger, same top end, only the frame is different. Or you can, for example, swap back and forth between the factory Sig lockwork and the Grayguns-tuned FCU while keeping the rest of the gun the same.

It's pretty interesting. I'm grinding the numbers, and they'll be in the Shooting Illustrated article.
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Keys, please.

So, the anti-theft immobilizer system used on Bimmers in the late Nineties and early Aughties basically involves...stuff. Transponders and rolling codes and things.

I've used a pre-FMVSS car as a daily driver before, a '67 Dodge Coronet. Prior to the 1968 model year, you didn't even have the whole "locking steering column" thing. The ignition switch was on the dashboard and, once you'd turned the key, you could take it out of the ignition and chuck it out the window at 72mph and the car would just keep running until the fuel pump sucked air. Then you'd have to get under the dash with some wire clippers the next time you wanted to go for a drive.

In the Zed Drei, on the other hand, the car is effectively bricked without one of the ten rolling transponder codes the EWS-III can recognize. This does make stealing the car a lot more difficult than it would have been to boost that old B-body Mopar, but it is not without its downsides.
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Monday, May 22, 2017

Meanderings.

I have a pretty distinct mental checklist I follow for emptying the car of stuff if I'm ever planning on needing to leave it overnight for service or whatever, but apparently I need a card in my wallet with a checklist for unplanned instances, like having to abandon it in Shootin' Buddy's garage until I get fresh keys.

This morning Bobbi asked if I was good for transportation, and I replied that of course I was. I could Uber to the Bimmer dealership and back and, if I needed to do any errands, this is Broad Ripple and I have a bicycle with ample baskets.

Then she left for work and I realized that my garage door opener is still clipped to the sun visor of the Zed Drei in Lafayette.

While it is still technically possible to get my bike out of the garage, and then out of the locked gates in the back yard, and then get everything all locked up again without having a garage door opener, it's pretty much a "missionaries & cannibals" exercise and too much hassle to be worth it except for dire needs.

Fortunately, Fresh Market and the various restaurants at 54th & College are a pretty easy stroll. Heck, the neighborhood is walkable enough that, if one worked from home, a car...or even a bicycle...wouldn't be absolutely necessary. I remember walking to the neighborhood grocery store with my grandmother in Chicago when I was in grade school; it was a little closer, but not much. She had a collapsible wire two-wheeled grocery cart to haul her goodies in... (Note to self: Grandma wasn't dumb. Look into one of those.)

It was a beautiful day for it, too. Low seventies and sunny. I grabbed lunch, a Chicago dog at Fat Dan's, before heading over to Fresh Market for groceries.

"It could be like this all year 'round and I wouldn't complain," I remarked to the cashier at Fresh Market.

"Yeah, but we couldn't afford to live anyplace with weather like this year 'round," he pointed out. "I'll shovel snow a few times a year in exchange for the nice low cost of living."

Fair point.

"How was your weekend, Tam?"

Now to get the title to the Zed Drei and Uber on over to the BMW dealership and get some new keys, because the spare key seems to have gone air-soluble between 2001 and now.
"There's all kinda preparedness stuff in here. There's a first aid kit with a spare TQ and chest seal, there's tools and Fix-a-Flat and electric tire pump, there's a flashlight and a pocket knife and a Glock..."

"You got a spare car key?"

"D'oh!"
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Sunday, May 21, 2017

Overheard in the Office...

RX: "What makes you think the video is Japanese?"

Me: "Because of the way they're folding that stuff. Look, in Japan, they've basically raised two things past 'art form' and clean into 'cultural obsession': Serving tea, and folding stuff really, really neatly."

RX: "There's also vending machines. And tentacle porn."
nb. My landlady wishes it to be known that awareness of the existence of tentacle porn is not the same as approval thereof.

Two Updates For the Price of One

Thursday I got the Glock 29 out to Atlanta Conservation Club where it was fed a box of Armscor 180gr FMJ. The gun ran fine for me, albeit I was concentrating on a firm grip. There was one round that experienced the light primer strike/OOB malfunction while Mike was shooting it. That was round number thirty-four of the day (#64 of the test.)

Friday morning saw the stubby Glock's date with the chronograph. It's often assumed by internet pontificators that, with its short 3.77" barrel, the Glock 29 launches 10mm bullets at .40 S&W velocities. Which is almost true...if you consider that it's launching 10mm bullets from a compact pistol at velocities that barely exceed similar loadings in a 6" barreled longslide Glock 24.

I'll go ahead and list the chrono data with two numbers in each row, the first being from the compact Glock 29 and the second from the full-size Glock 20:
Hornady 180gr XTP
LO: 1035  1109
HI: 1057  1127
AV: 1046  1118
ES: 22.70  17.78
SD: 8.36   6.32

Hornady 155gr XTP
LO: 1194  1290
HI: 1238  1321
AV: 1217  1306
ES: 43.78  30.70
SD: 12.60  11.31

Sig Sauer V-Crown 180gr JHP
LO: 1052  1158
HI: 1098  1215
AV: 1071  1168
ES: 46.41  57.46
SD: 15.62  16.88
The Armscor 180gr FMJ I hadn't chrono'ed out of the big gun or, if I did, I can't find the numbers right now, but it averaged 961.7fps from the Glock 29. That Bobcat 180gr JHP that caused the issues in the first range session, by the way, had averaged 1,225fps from the G20.

It looks like the G29 gives up as much as 100fps to the full-size gun, but is still steamier than .40 S&W out of full-size duty guns. And out of compacts? When I tested Speer 155gr Gold Dots in the Performance Center Shield .40 for Shooting Illustrated, they only averaged 1,063fps, compared to 1,217fps for the 155gr XTP's from Glock's baby ten.

During the chronograph testing there were no malfunctions, other than me choking way up on the gun and inadvertently causing the slide to lock back prematurely on round number thirty-six of the day (#116 of the test.) Since that was entirely me and not the gun, I'll note it here but not in the running tally.

This makes 120 rounds fired since the gun was last cleaned or lubed, with six failures to feed (#2, #3, #12, #13, #22, #23) and seven failures to fire (#4, #7, #9, #15, #17, #26, #64). 1,880 rounds to go.
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Does NBC have an alternate channel for Americans?

Oh my sweet Christ! After the week we've had, Meet the Press should have been just guaranteed entertainment.

Instead, those Manhattanite Euro-fellators at NBC have preempted it for a goddam British soccer game. Jesus wept, who cares if the Brightinghamshire Ponces can best the Twarfton-by-Blight Tea Cozies or not?

It will be many years before the majority of Americans view soccer as anything other than a participation trophy sport for eight-year-olds whose NPR-listening, Volvo-driving parents feed them muesli and won't let them play Pop Warner football.

Friday, May 19, 2017

I've said it before and I'll say it again...

I might have mentioned finding this Gen4 Glock 29 sitting in the showcase at Premier Arms out in Brownsburg for a very attractive price. I used to tote a 29 'way back in the day, so there's a bunch of nostalgia wrapped up in the gun for me.

Further, the fact that it still had the copper-colored grease on the slide and that the extractor, breechface, and chamber hood were unmarred led me to suspect the gun was unfired. Should I put 2,000 rounds through it for the amusement of the internet? Sure, why not.

I lubed the gun on the factory-recommended lubrication points with Lucas Extreme Duty Gun Oil, which I selected because there happened to be a .5 oz. bottle of it on my desk at the time. I found a box with thirty leftover rounds of Bobcat Armament 10mm JHP in the trunk of the Zed Drei, and so I brought the 29 along when I took the XD-E to Indy Arms Co on Wednesday. I figured I'd shoot the XD for work and then the G29 for a bit of fun...

*BOOM!* I'd forgotten that Bobcat Armament, like most small ammo makers, feels obliged to load up 10mm Auto to NUKYULAR levels, lest it get mistaken for .40 Short & Weak. Consulting my notes, this stuff averaged 1,225fps out of my Glock 20. Recoil in the stubby little Glock 29 was, as the old saw goes, "brisk but manageable".

With the first shot, the grip torqued in my hand, I could feel the slide bottom out hard as the recoil spring fully compressed, and...failure to feed on the second round in the magazine. As a matter of fact, the second and third round did this in all three magazines. "You're limp-wristing!" Okay. Personally, I think my wrists were fine, but the gun was trying its best to get out of my hands; I'll cop to not having a Captains of Crush Grip...but should that be necessary to make a gun function?

The primers were well flattened and at the ragged edge of primer flow. This is hot ammo. You play at the edge, sooner or later, you fall off... (Sig Sauer's 10mm ammo only chrono'ed some 50fps slower and showed no pressure signs at all when I tried it in my 20, remember.)

Additionally, my favorite bugbear of hard-recoiling compact Glocks popped up: Light, off-center primer strikes caused by a failure to go completely into battery. This happened six times in thirty rounds. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Glock's reputation for reliability is built on their 9mm guns. The further away from the 17 you get, the more chance there is that there will be special issues. In the case of this range session, I'm perfectly willing to bet that if the ammunition were loaded more reasonably, the gun would have been a bunch less problematic.

Factory sights impacting high when I forget to align the plastic and not the paint...

This makes 30 rounds fired since the gun was last cleaned or lubed, with six failures to feed (#2, #3, #12, #13, #22, #23) and six failures to fire (#4, #7, #9, #15, #17, #26). 1,970 rounds to go.
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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Blah.

Overslept this morning, then wound up having to wait on ammo from FedEx dude before running to the range. I've got editors to make happy and not a word in my head. This is as vicious a case of writer's block as I've had in a while.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Holler Points...

I may have mentioned before that a standard test protocol for my reviews in Shooting Illustrated requires a ten-round chronograph string and five five-shot groups for accuracy testing. This uses up thirty-five rounds out of a fifty round box, and means that the trunk of the Zed Drei would gradually fill up with fifteen-round partial boxes of ammo if I didn't pop them off downrange every now and again.

In this case, it gave me a chance to run a couple magazines of two different brands of JHP through the XD-E, some 124gr Federal HST and some 147gr Speer Gold Dot G2.

The JHP ran fine, as did another box of TulAmmo 115gr FMJ. This pushed the round count on the gun over five hundred.
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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Sorry...

Rode along down to Cincinnati with Mike Grasso. Spent the morning in the studio at Ballistic Radio before having lunch with John and Melody, and then back home again in Indiana.
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Monday, May 15, 2017

Evolution

More shooting...

 Another hundred rounds of steel-cased TulAmmo through the XD-E yesterday. Still no problems.

The 8" circle was me trying to shoot faster and experimenting with different finger placement on the trigger.
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Yum...

Locally Grown Gardens gets visited by its morel connection around this time of year, and the annual cooking of the morels is well on its way to being a seasonal feast here at Roseholme Cottage. It means that soon Bobbi will be making her annual pilgrimage to Dayton, and the Broad Ripple Art Fair is right around the corner, and then the city will be busy for race week and the kickoff of summer.

This year the celebratory meal was a filet from Fresh Market, grilled over hardwood charcoal, and the morels, dusted in flour and fried in truffle butter. Some raw carrots served as something to nosh on while watching The Expanse.

Cooked rare, just right!

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Today...

Happy Mothers Day, Mom! And Happy Anniversary to you and Dad! 🙂
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Pew! Pew! Pew!

I ordered a case of TulAmmo 115gr FMJ from Lucky Gunner to see how the XD-E runs with smelly, dirty, hard-primered Russkie fodder. There was half a box already in the trunk of the Zed Drei from some other work, and so I grabbed it and a full box and headed to Indy Arms Co. with one of John Murphy's targets to do some blasting.

75 rounds at seven yards, decocking for the first round from every magazine. There were no malfunctions of any type to report.
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Saturday, May 13, 2017

Earworm...

Indoor ranges, where I wear my ancient Peltor Ultimate 10's instead of electronic ear pro, I tend to catch earworms pretty bad. Out of the half-dozen people in the pistol range this morning, I was probably the only one who was bopping to an internal loop of Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" while loading mags...

I really should run some earbuds up under the muffs so I can have more control over what I'm listening to while shooting.
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It's true...


While you can definitely still get burned in the bargain aisle, the name-brand stuff is pretty much all much of a muchness.

Glock enjoys the market position it does as a function of two things: Massive aftermarket support (and this becomes a chicken-and-egg thing at some point: You don't get this kind of aftermarket support without being huge, and you don't get this huge without the aftermarket support,) and the fact that for end users, it's still the easiest of the striker-fired plastic cop gats to work on.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Pure gun nerdery...or is it?

Gats, Uplula, PHLster Skeleton 2 holster, and Flatpack TQ carrier...
My multi-caliber Gen4 Glock 35 with its .357SIG barrel goes up against the Sig Sauer X-Carry...only the X-Carry is fitted with the slide/barrel assembly from a .357SIG full-size Caliber X-Change kit. It's an "X-357"!

I had a couple boxes of .357SIG Speer Lawman 125gr FMJ on hand, and I took them both to Indy Arms Co with the guns for a little fun making loudenboomer noises.

The X-Carry's grip seems to really be more controllable with the .357SIG than the original P320 grip. That's entirely subjective, and I'll have to get to the outdoor range with my timer to make sure it wasn't all in my head, but the gun sure seemed to shoot flatter and twist less in the grip.

The "X-357" in a Dark Star Gear kydex IWB holster. Would I carry this gun configured like this? I...I very likely would. I mean, I liked .357SIG before it was cool, and I still like it even after it's stopped begin cool. #truefan

Out of sorts.

I've been off my feed this week. Sorry about that.

I've hardly written a thing, and that's bad when writing things is what you do for work. (And it's not that I'm lacking work; there are probably several editors who would be tickled pink if I'd shake off the funk and churn out some copy...)

I aim to have some fun this weekend. The top doesn't need to go up on the car for probably a week, and I aim to make the most of it.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

X-TREEEEME!

I didn't know this was online, but there you go...
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Oy vey, the weather...

It's raining. Again. Indiana has been like something out of a Bradbury story (.pdf link) for the last two weeks. They were saying that Carmel, immediately to the north of us, has seen almost seven inches of rain so far this may, with certain individual weather stations in Hamilton County reporting closer to ten.

It's muggy and the weeds are growing like, well, weeds while the grass is almost keeping up.

I am promised by the weatherdude, however, that this is the last day of rain for a week or so. So...yay?

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

On this day in history...

Louis Bleriot put up a prize in 1930 for the first aircraft that could exceed 2,000km/h in level flight for thirty minutes. It was thirty-one years before Convair and the USAF claimed that prize. (By comparison, the Ansari X-Prize stood unclaimed less than nine years.)



(h/t to Billy Beck via the Bookface)

Training opportunity...

Tom Givens has a couple seats left in a three day Firearm Instructor Development Course in Culpepper, VA late this month. (The 26th through the 29th.)

Do note:
"This course satisfies the training requirements for the Oklahoma CLEET requirements to become an OK SDA Instructor, for a state firearms instructor license in South Carolina by SLED, for 24 hours of continuing education credit in South Carolina by SCCJA, and for 24 hours training credit by Georgia POST."
Cost is $595.
(I get nothing for pimping this other than the warm fuzzy feeling that more people are out there working hard to get more clueful.)
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