Saturday, February 25, 2017

Day Five:

It is forty degrees colder out there than it was at this time yesterday. Yesterday's walk was in shirtsleeves, cotton socks, and my new Merrell Moab Ventilators. Today's walk I was back in wool socks, thermal underwear, Asolos, and winter coat.

Oh, and there were snow flurries because sure, why not?

The magazine subscription scam kids are out and about in the neighborhood. The Kitanica coat must make me look like someone who should not be pestered, though. They tried to shake down the guy who was walking one block over, but all I got were serious attempts at avoiding eye contact.

You're advertising wrong...

So, a Surefire ad banner pops up with an ad for their Sidekick keychain light. And I remember that there's a Ballistic Radio discount code that is not-insignificant, and so I figure "What the heck, why not?" and order one.

And now everywhere I go on the Bookface or wherever, ads pop up for the Surefire Sidekick. No, dudes, I already bought one. You need to be pimping other products to me now.

Nearing the end...

The trigger I ordered arrived in the mail on Thursday. I'd sprung the extra fifteen bucks so I could feel pretty on the range. Once I got the Overwatch Precision TAC trigger installed, I headed for the range with a couple boxes of Magtech FMJ to see how it would work.

The trigger is a huge improvement over the serrated factory shoe. A quick hundred rounds with the factory trigger would leave the pad of my trigger finger sore and an angry red color. The smooth, flat face of the TAC trigger doesn't do that. It also seems to help with trigger control, which made the sudden leftward shift in my shooting seem a little odd.

At home last night, I discovered that the front sight on the 43 was loose, so I re-Loctited it. We'll see if it holds today.

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 1,700 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 300 rounds to go.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Pew! Pew! Pew!

I ran another hundred rounds through the Glock 43 yesterday. I was not taking my time, because the woman who came out and started shooting on the lane next to mine was blazing away with cowboy loads in her Taurus Judge and hitting the ceiling, the floor, the target carrier rail, and occasionally her target.

 The 43 ran just fine, and there were no malfunctions of any kind to report.

The plastic of the mag body wants to delaminate from the metal tube underneath if you miss an insertion and hit the front of the magwell, or apparently if you angle the mag on insertion so that the leading edge there hits the mag catch at an angle. I trimmed the resulting burr with my pocket knife and dressed the result with the file on my handy Leatherman Micra.

This makes 1,600 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 400 rounds to go.

Tick Tock

There is apparently some proposal afoot to make baseball games more palatable and exciting for the 140-character limit crowd by starting off any extra innings with a runner on second.

This is plainly blasphemy, as baseball is one of those games that is rather deliberately not bounded by time. Like a tennis match, a baseball game takes as long as it takes.

Speaking of time, the death of Kurt Cobain is almost as far in the past now as the death of Jim Morrison was when Smells Like Teen Spirit hit the shelves in what were still called "record stores".

Thursday, February 23, 2017

States' Rights are cool except when they're not.

Justice Dep't to go after legal pot?


Glock 43, Surefire E2D Ultra, and the coolest pocket notebook ever.
So, one thing I hadn't done with the Glock 43 yet was any one-handed work. I was curious to see how well the little thing ran with light 115gr ball ammo and only one paw on the gun, plus it would be a chance to do some shooting using gun-and-flashlight techniques, which I hadn't done since Chuck Haggard's little pistol clinic at Paul-E-Palooza a couple years ago.

I started out with the target at three yards and just put two magazines into each of the colored shapes in the top right corner, shooting strong-hand-only and taking my time about it. Then I ran the target out to five yards and shot multiple shot strings at the upper A-zone, using the neck index technique with the flashlight. Lastly, I put the target out at seven yards and shot another fifty rounds in multiple-shot strings at the lower A-zone, using the Harries technique.

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 1,500 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 500 rounds to go.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Work Slowdown, Part One...

So, one thing about the current crop of micro-nines is that the shorter barrel lengths are going to have an effect on the velocity of the rounds they fire. To see just how much of an effect, I took the Glock 43 and my Robar Custom G17 to Marion County Fish & Game to do a little chronograph work yesterday.

First up we'll look at Hornady's Critical Defense in its standard-pressure 115gr form. The first number on each line will be as measured from the 43, the second will be from the full-size 17:
LO: 1059  1160
HI: 1093  1183
AV: 1080  1172
ES: 33.40  23.02
SD: 11.35   7.54
Hornady claims 1140fps from a 4" test barrel, and the numbers from the 3½" G43 and 4½" G17 bracket this nicely. Hornady also claims that the Critical Defense is optimized to function at the slower velocities found from shorter-barreled CCW-type guns as opposed to full-size service pistols, but that will have to wait until Phase Two of this post, where the jello gets shot.

Meanwhile, on to Federal's 124gr HST. This stuff was zippy enough that after firing the first couple rounds, I set the gun down and checked the box flap to make sure I hadn't grabbed some +P by mistake. Nope, standard-pressure 124gr HST it was. Federal's ad copy claims 1150fps, and this seems about right:
LO: 1099  1169
HI: 1133  1208
AV: 1118  1198
ES: 33.47  38.66
SD: 10.58  11.66
Note that while both the 124gr HST and 115gr Critical Defense are nominally standard-pressure loads, and the Hornady makes no claims of "reduced recoil" or "lite" or suchlike on the box, the heavier Federal bullet is still 25-40fps faster, meaning that the Critical Defense is pretty much a "-P". While the Glock didn't seem to mind them, many guns I have tested have been shown to have problems functioning with light bullets going that slowly (*coughCanikSteyrRugerAmericancough*)

In a self defense situation, I don't know how I feel about having ammunition that's on the ragged edge of having enough ass to function the weapon provided I'm gripping it properly. Caveat emptor and test your carry stuff in your own gun thoroughly.

Last up was Winchester's 147gr "Defend" ammo, which appears to use a variant of their SXT bullet.
LO: 913.1  980.5
HI: 954.6  1037
AV: 928.8  1019
ES: 41.48  57.25
SD: 11.61  16.00
Again, pretty well bracketing Winchester's claimed 950fps test velocity.

The next phase of this is obviously to see what effect the differing velocities have on terminal performance in ballistic gelatin.

Then it was on to building the round count on the Glock 43 by having some fun hammering steel. Having fired thirty various rounds of JHP during chrono testing, I popped off another twenty rounds of the HST before switching to the two boxes of Magtech 115gr FMJ I'd brought along. This meant a round count of one hundred and fifty on the day for the microGlock.

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 1,350 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 650 rounds to go.

Day Two:

Out of bed with the alarm again today. Didn't jump on the internet; instead I got dressed, and headed out the door. I finally got that interim set of shoes between the Asolo hiking boots and my summertime barefoot trail-running shoes: a pair of Merrell Moab Ventilator sneakers.

So far, so good, although I did take a couple of aspirin with my morning V8, so that could have something to do with the lack of throbbing ankle joints, too.

1.05 miles in 18:05 at an average heart rate of 132bpm.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Place Where Great Britain Used To Be.

First came the news of the successful British gun amnesty, which resulted in numerous deadly weapons of mass ballistic destruction turned in to the plod, all to make the streets and lanes of the scepter'd isle safer.

Lambeth Police reported the recovery of numerous junk guns, black powder relics of dubious functionality, and cap guns designed to resemble Colt Peacemakers.

Next came the addition of knife amnesty bins, where felons could turn from a life of crime by dropping their deadly weapon of steely, stabby, slice-y mass destruction into a handy container at the local Bobby Shop, no questions asked.

Cleveland Police (from the county in the northeast of England, not the "We're Not Detroit!" city in the northeast of Ohio) report many scissors, meat forks, cleavers, and bread knives being turned in, to the relief of entrees and appetizers across the county.

What's next? Well, we here at View From The Porch would like to tantalize you with the junk-on-the-bunk display from the latest campaign to Make Britain Safe Again:

Note that some of those splinter-y, hitty weapons of mass destruction show signs of attempts to sharpen them!

As part of the continuing safety campaign, police will be offering free classes to citizens on how to assume a supine position, curl their limbs inoffensively, and urinate on themselves in a placating fashion.

Twelve Hundred...

Back to Indy Arms Co. on Monday morning to continue building the round count on the Glock 43. Also wanted to confirm I'd installed the Ameriglo TCAP sights correctly.

The TCAP differs from the ordinary CAP sight in having a thinner front blade (0.125" versus 0.140") that allows more daylight on either side of the front in the rear notch and doesn't obscure quite as much of the target. This allows for more precision and plenty of speed.

Naturally, they appear to have been discontinued. I'm tempted to buy a couple more sets to replace the standard CAPs on my Glocks that have them.

Having just spent eleven hundred rounds with the spew-worthy factory sights, it took a little getting used to the familiar CAP sight picture again. My initial tendency was to bury the front sight in the notch and, when I realized what I was doing, I over-corrected and started "floating" it up out of the notch. It took a little concentration to use the black outline of the sights rather than the markings to determine a correct alignment and roll from there. (This is the downside of dots and lines and boxes and circles and stuff on your sights. They can be misleading until you confirm how their proper alignment should look with a good "equal height, equal light" sight picture.)

The gun functioned without drama and the front sight didn't fly off, so I reckon we're all good.

This makes 1,200 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 800 rounds to go.

Back on the horse...

My lungs seem mostly clear. Hopefully I didn't cough myself into a case of bronchitis getting them that way.

Rolled out of bed with the alarm clock this morning, got dressed, and headed out the door.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Sunday was more of the same...

Still coughing up a storm on Sunday, but I did manage a quick range trip with the Glock 43.

Oh, the new targets that I'd ordered arrived from National Target on Saturday. They're handy targets that can be used with a number of skill drills.

The Glock 43 continued to perform without drama, with no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 1,100 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 900 rounds to go.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Bloggery has been perpetrated...

Hark! A Sunday Smith post has appeared at the long-dormant other blog.

Gratuitous Gun Pr0n #161...

Getting ready to confirm zero on the carbine. It hadn't been fired since... well, it had been a while.


Drove over to Indy Arms Co on Saturday morning with a few boxes of CCI Blazer Brass 115gr FMJ to put more rounds on the clock for the G43 test. While I was there, I bought another magazine, bringing my total to four. Since one has a Pearce Plus One extended floorplate on it, this means that all four mags together hold twenty-five rounds, or half a box of ammo, which makes accounting on range trips a lot less complicated.

Dropped a shot on that #4 triangle at five yards, and pretty badly, too. Not happy with that. On the other hand, the seven-yard shooting at the lower A-zone tells me I could clearly step up the pace some, there.

Fired one hundred and fifty rounds, with no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 1,000 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,000 rounds to go.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Trying to get this done...

I was cautiously optimistic and dragged myself to the range yesterday morning to get more rounds in on the G43 test. As it turns out, I wasn't quite as recovered as I thought I was, and just a hundred rounds through the 43 and comfirming the zero on a carbine left me completely gassed and weak as a kitten. Probably because my lungs are half full of nasty icky stuff instead of air.

Anyway, I'm getting better at trying to build up some speed with the 43, although I did manage to induce one failure to lock open on the last round by getting too aggressive with my grip and fouling the slide release. I'm not holding that against the gun. Other than that, there were no malfunctions of any kind to report.

This makes 850 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,150 rounds to go.

Friday, February 17, 2017

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Thursday, February 16, 2017

Gratuitous Gun Pr0n #160...

Ruger Redhawk .357 Magnum 8-shot snubbie, cut for moon clips.

Hmmm... The factory sights shoot ~4.5" low at five yards and about 7" low at seven, with 125gr .357 Mag loads. I'm going to go out on a limb and say there aren't enough clicks in the factory adjustable rear to fix that, although we'll certainly run it up there in an effort to try. It's either going to need a cut down front sight or a shark fin of a rear blade installed.

Tuesday shooting stuff...

Tuesday morning I dropped the Zed Drei off at the shop to get that cracked rim finally welded. From there I walked over to Indy Arms Company to continue the testing of the Glock 43...

A hundred rounds of CCI Blazer Brass 115gr FMJ. I'm getting my grip issues ironed out a little bit better, but I still have a way to go. I also have a G42/43 adapter plate on the way for my Ameriglo sight pusher. Can't wait to get some real sights on this thing.

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 750 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,250 rounds to go.

After shooting, I grabbed an Uber home, where I dropped off my range bag, grabbed my iPad, and then walked over to Twenty Tap to get lunch.

A spicy Cuban sandwich and a pint of Angle Juice, an American Dark Mild that's a collaboration between Sun King and Round Town. A nice, sessionable 3.7%ABV brew that doesn't leave you feeling guilty for having a pint with lunch.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017


In the middle of the night last night I was shivering so badly I woke myself up. I'm surprised it wasn't shaking the house.

Dozed under an electric blanket all morning, mostly, and into the afternoon until the end of Ellen before heading down the hall to the office. Alternating chills and sweats and sore all over. This is indeed the stuff that Bobbi brought home from work; lord only knows how I dodged it so long.

Feeling a little better right now, but still sore and not entirely convinced the fever's not ready for an encore performance.

Didn't walk today, obviously. Feel like a slacker. Yesterday was Day Nine, hopefully tomorrow will be Day One again.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Tuesday stuff...

From Bookface this morning at about 0500...
"Rannie bit me on the ear at 3:53 AM. Not hard, not even breaking skin, but I've been wide awake since then.
Now the alarm clock goes off in an hour, and I'm debating the wisdom of even trying to get more sleep."
On the one hand it *is* funny as heck.

On the other, I've been worried about her a lot lately. She'll be sixteen this year, and she's definitely getting frail. I'd hate to think what could have happened if a startled, half-awake me had lashed out and flung her or something.

I didn't get back to sleep, unless you count a fitful half hour or so long after the alarm clock went off. Plans to head out the door and get my walk in before breakfast? Dashed.

Yesterday the nose got a little runny, and the starting of a productive cough began. I assumed it was just the long tail of the cold Bobbi brought home from a coworker, but this morning I was coughing more and by evening I had the tender lymph nodes, sore joints, and beginnings of a fever that tell me that either I hadn't really dodged it, or else this was some fresh ailment. Which is a bummer, because I've been feeling pretty dang fine the last few days and thought I'd gotten off light.

On the upside, I finally got around to getting the cracked rim in the Zed Drei welded and re-balanced today, so I have a roadtrip-worthy machine again.

How handy Uber is! Take car to shop, walk from shop to Indy Arms Co. to do some blasting, get an Uber home, walk to Twenty Tap for lunch, and then get an Uber back to pick up my car. I'm definitely becoming a fan.

Whole lotta punchin' goin' on...

This guy wants to punch Zionists...

Chris Hernandez has a piece on punching Nazis...

Monday, February 13, 2017

From discussion elsewhere...

"There is a lot more value than we like to admit in any gun that allows you to warble "I have a gun!" into the darkness of the hallway and not be lying.

Contrary to what Gabe Suarez would like you to believe, this only rarely results in the squad of terrorists that have invaded your home unleashing a fusillade of M43 through the walls and into your bedroom."

Sunday was a good day...

Yesterday was sunny and nearly fifty degrees out. I rode along with Bobbi to do some errands, and then we stopped at Indy Arms Co., her to blow some dust off and try out her new Ruger Elsie Pea and me to put more rounds through the test G43.

It was a fairly rushed hundred-round range session for me. It was busy out there and I like to just get my shooting over and done when there are a bunch of people I don't know on the range.

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 650 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,350 rounds to go.

After we wrapped up shooting, we drove home and then took advantage of the warm-for-February weather and strolled over to Twenty Tap for a late lunch/early dinner.

Roomie ordered the pork banh mi and a lemonade, and I had a blackened whitefish sandwich (tasty remoulade!) and a pint of the house tangerine wheat beer. On the way home I got my daily mile in by parting company with Bobbi and walking a few blocks out of the way and then back to Roseholme Cottage.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Topsy Turvy World

And Saturday...

Back to Indy Arms Co. on Saturday to keep the round count stepping along smartly. A hundred rounds of the house 9x19 range ammo, currently Remington 115gr FMJ, was purchased while I await my next shipment from Lucky Gunner.

Also, I'm slap out of targets except for Shoot 'N' See bullseyes, so I bought one of these, which is currently subbing for their out-of-stock B21E targets. It's kinda B21-esque, but with the messed-up B27 scoring zones, which I ignored.

Like I noted on Instagram, speed with this thing continues to elude me. I need to work on my grip strength, number one, and for a gun that punishes trigger control issues so harshly, the standard trigger is just completely unsat.

Despite being domestically produced and not required to meet the GCA '68 BATFEIEIO "Import Points" total, it still has a serrated trigger like the ones used on all other compact and subcompact Glocks, rather than the smooth-faced unit found on the full-size and competition guns. I am betting it would greatly benefit from a smoother, flatter trigger shoe.

EDIT: I am informed that "43s are not all US built. That's why the 42 (100% US built) gets a smooth trigger but the 43 is serrated." And now I know, and knowing is half the battle! (The other half is red lasers and blue lasers.)

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 550 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,450 rounds to go.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

...and Friday's range trip.

I punked out of shooting on Thursday, but managed to get in a fifty-round range session with the Glock 43 at Indy Arms Co. around lunchtime on Friday.

It's like I'm fated to drop one egregiously when shooting at the 3x5.

This is the second to the last target I took home from my first class with Todd. Even though he would probably make fun of me for it, I'm not going to shoot the last one. I went ahead and ordered a box of the newer ones from National Target.

This makes 450 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,550 rounds to go.

Wednesday range trip...

Wednesday I took the 43 to Indy Arms Co to do some more blasting, with fifty rounds of Winchester Ranger 9mm 124gr FMJ and fifty of 124gr standard pressure HST jacketed hollow points. (The waved Spyderco Delica isn't out because it's tacticool, but because I use it to pop open the boxes to keep from tearing the flaps.)

The top is the Winchester at five yards, at the usual unhurried .8-1.0 cadence, while the lower group is the Federal HST and me trying to induce a little speed, doing multiple-shot strings from the low ready. That tiny grip magnifies trigger errors, and lets know quick if your grip starts to come apart.

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 400 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,600 rounds to go.

Friday, February 10, 2017

What's Neanderthal for "Crossfit"?


Slow start here this morning. Go read my latest piece at Breach Bang Clear while I try and coffee myself into some semblance of humanity.

Thursday, February 09, 2017

Not any? Really?


NRA Board Election news...

Hey, look!

Everything old is new again...

The Descent of Man...

From discussion elsewhere...
" You know, Hydra-Shoks and Black Talons were both, for their times, some of the better-performing JHPs on the market. At least back then when Joe Sixpack logged into AOL on his 14.4kbps modem and hit up his clueless buddies online for ammo suggestions, the Dumb Bullet du Jour would actually work as well or better than most anything out there. I mean, unless his buddy suggested Glasers..."
With loads like the 124gr +P Gold Dot and Federal's 147gr HST on the market, both of which have proven track records of dropping bad guys, people still run around buying RIP and Civil Defense and Inceptor ARX and all kind of other goofy pixie dust bullets at a dollar or two dollars a round. 

Derp has always sold well, but it can be more effectively marketed now, I guess.

Wednesday, February 08, 2017

Tab Clearing...

Holler Points

I had a partial box of 124gr +P Gold Dots sitting in the office from when I had last loaded up my carry gun and I decided it might not be a bad idea to see how they functioned in the Glock 43. I fired fifteen rounds out of a box of Hornady Critical Defense (which left ten to chrono later) to round it up to fifty jacketed hollow points, and then added a box of Sig Sauer 115gr FMJ to make it a hundred round range session with the little Glock.

I fired four rounds of the Hornady at each of the 1" squares at a range of three yards, then moved the target back to four yards and fired the remaining seven rounds into the two 2" circles. I then ran the target back to seven yards and fired all 35 rounds of the 124gr +P GDHP into the 3"x5" box, before moving the target out to ten yards and firing fifty rounds of the Sig 115gr FMJ into the 8", trying to push my speed a little. ("Pushing speed" is, of course, a relative thing; I'm pretty slow to begin with and this isn't the easiest gun for me to shoot.)

There were no malfunctions of any kind to report.

This makes 300 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,700 rounds to go.

Tuesday, February 07, 2017


Yesterday morning was spent at Indy Arms Co, building the round count on the Glock 43 and playing with the RMR on the G34 MOS. Ammo used was Sig Sauer 115gr FMJ.

With the 43 I was only shooting at five yards, while with the 34, I ran the target back out to fifteen yards and tried to see how fast I could get good hits, trying to keep the trigger in motion the whole time and pressing off shots whenever the green triangle was in the high center of the target.

With the 43, the thing I've noticed is that the tiny grip grossly magnifies trigger control errors unless you're really making an effort to clamp down, as can be witnessed by the overall low bias of the group and that egregiously dropped shot.

With the 34 and RMR, if I'm being honest, that was done a lot faster than I would have been able to do the same work with iron sights, and only five or six of those shots are outside the USPSA A-zone. I think there's a lot of payoff waiting to be mined, here.

There were no malfunctions to report with either firearm.

For the 43, this makes 200 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,800 rounds to go.

Monday, February 06, 2017

The Two Minutes Hate stops for nothing.

Well, you certainly can't accuse the media of being distracted by the big sportsball game yesterday, at least not CNN...

"But what happens when politics IS bread and circuses?"

Gratuitous Gun Pr0n #159...

Sig Sauer P320 Compact, with a Grayguns-worked trigger group, Boresight Solutions frame, and Dawson Charger sights. The cool kydex IWB holster is from Dark Star Gear.

Sunday, February 05, 2017

Schadenfreude Bowl...


Fry With Me

I listen to NPR in the Zed Drei as I'm running about my daily errands. On mornings when I drive down to MCF&G down in Speedway or up to Westfield to meet up with Mike for a range trip to ACC, that's a solid thirty minutes of programming at a whack.

Usually, though, just bopping around errands here in the neighborhood, I'm not in the car for more than five or ten minutes at a time, which means listening to snippets of the morning interview shows. Around here, that's 1A, the replacement for The Diane Rehm Show, and then Fresh Air, with Terri Gross.

I'm kind of still up in the air about 1A, because it has some pretty big shoes to fill. Diane could book serious guests, and regardless of the fact that her politics were wronger than monkeys doing algebra, she was a skilled and capable interviewer.

Terri, on the other hand...she comes across the airwaves as a nice person, but I don't know how the woman keeps her job. She's just an awful interviewer, constantly losing control of the flow of conversation, cutting off interviewees, asking blatantly leading questions.

Anyway, the other day, the show topic was "Exploring The Nationalistic And Christian Right Influences On Trump", interviewing a woman, name of Sarah Posner, who apparently covers this topic for that commie broadsheet, The Nation. Because I'm always down with hearing what other people think about stuff, and I wasn't able to hear but a couple minutes of it between the indoor range and the grocery store and home, I decided to make a note to listen to it online, which I did last night.

Oh my dear sweet Guglielmo Marconi...look, Terri Gross, for all her faults as an interviewer, has a voice that is pleasant to hear on the radio; it may be part of how she keeps her job. This Posner woman, on the other hand, subjected me to forty-three minutes and six seconds (but who's counting?) of one of the most egregious cases of vocal fry I have ever heard in all my born days.

Saturday, February 04, 2017

Testing, testing, one, two, one, two...

Friday, the testing of the Glock 43 continued. Also, I finally got my Gen4 34 MOS to the range. The suppressor-height sights on the 34 were only the third set of sights I'd installed on a Glock myself, and only the second with my sight pusher.

I was interested to see if I'd done it right; if I hadn't installed the front correctly, surely that huge sharkfin of a front sight blade would let me know it by parting company with the slide tout de suite. The other thing I would be testing was the ZEV V4 connector I'd installed in the 34.

Ammunition was a one hundred round box of Independence 115gr aluminum-cased 115gr FMJ I'd bought from Lucky Gunner, divided equally between the two pistols.

The 43 was fired at the one- and two-inch targets at three yards, and the 3x5" target at seven yards. I'm pretty confident I could clean Dot Torture at three yards with this gun, but I haven't tried.

The 34 was fired in big, glorious mag dumps at seven yards, working on reacquiring the dot. It's hard to look at the target and not the dot; a sight like the RMR turns hard-earned habits against the shooter if one is not careful.

Neither gun had any malfunctions to report.

For the 43, this makes 150 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated with no malfunctions. 1,850 rounds to go.

QotD: Policing Your Own Edition

"No, the problem is out at the fringes, where both sides wink at their jerks and fools.  That's the real enemy.  It's not cute to troll for the LOLs, and it doesn't matter if your Nazi/Communist pose is a mask or your deepest soul: you are fanning the flames.  It's not cute to treat an incoming President as your Fuhrer and it's not at all cute to riot, smash windows, set fires and try to silence your fellow citizens when they speak.  Yet both parties tolerate it, sometimes smiling at the "youthful enthusiasm" -- and then complain that good, regular Muslims tolerate ISIS and the like.  Gee, I wonder how that works? 
Go and RTWT...

Work is the curse of the drinking class...

"The idea that’s gaining support at Göbekli Tepe was first proposed more than half a century ago: Beer, rather than bread, may have been the inspiration for our hunter-gatherer ancestors to domesticate grains. Eventually, simply harvesting wild grasses to brew into beer wouldn’t have been enough. Demand for reliable supplies pushed humans first to plant the wild grasses and then over time to selectively breed them into the high-yielding barley, wheat, and other grains we know today. Some of the earliest evidence of domesticated grain—an ur-wheat called einkorn—comes from a site a few dozen miles away from Göbekli Tepe. The coincidence is suggestive."
The "beer-before-bread" theory of Neolithic agriculture has been around thirty years and more, but it's gained a lot of traction with recent archeological studies.

Further, fermentation produced a lot of nutrients that were otherwise missing from the diet of porridge, bread, and occasional chunk of meat for special occasions that was the daily fare once people did start settling down into city life in Mesopotamia.

I know you are but what am I?

Friday, February 03, 2017

Misery Loves Company

Someone else has decided that a 2,000-round test through a Ruger LCP II sounds like a good time. Go check it out!


So, Wednesday morning I reported feeling like I'd maybe dodged Bobbi's cold. That morning I felt pretty good, no muscle or joint aches, no fever...

I went and shot at the indoor range and ran errands like normal. When I got home, I figured I'd head out for my walk. What the heck, it was over 40 degrees, so we'll just keep the barefoot shoes on...

The unzipped hoodie didn't offer any wind protection. Further, the baby steps needed because of the barefoot shoes on pavement never let me walk fast enough to build up any body heat. And even with wool socks, forty degrees was way too cold for barefoot shoes on heat-sucking concrete.

By the time I got home from three laps in twenty minutes, I could tell that I'd pretty well undone any recovery. My throat was getting sore, the cough had returned, and I could feel the fever and achy muscles and joints coming back.

I didn't walk yesterday. I may not today. I feel like a heel having to make this excuse post. Two steps forward and one step back.

Overheard in the Office...

RX: "Sir Mix-A-Lot is running for president, saying he has the same basic qualification as George Washington."

Me: "Huh?"

RX: "He cannot lie."

Me: "Wha..?"

RX: "You were going to say that you thought Washington liked big butts?"

Me: "No, I was going to say that my education had left me ignorant about Sir Mix-A-Lot's service as a general in the Continental Army."


Shooting with the Glock 43 continued yesterday, along with some work with the Gen3 19 that used to be my carry gun.

The 43 has received a Tango Down Vickers slide release, and I also added a Pearce frame insert and a Pearce +1 extension. The latter replacing the pinkie-rest floorplate on the second magazine. If I'm going to have extra length on the bottom of the grip, I'm gonna get more BBs to go with it.

The 19, having gotten the Tyr trigger, got a ZEV V4 connector to go with it. Combined with the stock trigger return spring, this gave a trigger pull of 4#, and I wanted to see what that did for the actual shooting.

Both guns ran fine, as expected.

I like the trigger setup in the 19. The trigger reach is pretty much unchanged. Using a dressmaker's tape to measure the circumference around the trigger face and backstrap yields as close to 7" as makes no nevermind, whether I was measuring the Gen2 Robar 17 with the Overwatch Precision trigger, the Gen3 19 with the SSVI Tyr trigger, or the Gen4 34 with the stock trigger.

There may have been a sub-0.1" difference between the various guns, as this wasn't the most precise way to measure. For comparison, a 1911 with a long trigger and VZ Gatorback grips measures 6.75" via the same method.

The shooting with the 19 was done in three-to-five-round strings with splits in the high .6's and low .7's; speeds at which I could get a good sight picture on the existing bullet hole. I found the trigger pretty controllable for me at those speeds and it didn't seem to induce any egregious blunders.

The 43 continues to surprise me by being more pleasant to shoot than I thought it would be.

For the 43, this makes 100 rounds fired since the gun was cleaned or lubricated. 1,900 rounds to go.