Sunday, April 06, 2014

AFK, BRB...

Saw this hanging up for sale at the Antique Mall. It's probably still there. Those guys make me itch.
David Gregory is about to start yammering about Fort Hood in the next room. Eff him right in the ear this morning. I'm headed to Iggle Crick.

Gone shooting for a bit. BRB.
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12 comments:

JohninMd.(HELP!?!) said...

"To ride, shoot straight, and speak the Truth...such is the ancient law of youth..." Go get 'em, Tiger....

10:46 AM, April 06, 2014
Joel said...

I must ask, Tam. Why do those guys make you itch? "I love me" coats used to be all the rage; had one myself once.

3:11 PM, April 06, 2014
Tam said...

I see that coat and I reflexively brace myself for this:

"Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt. Which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where was I... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn't get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones..."

...and then maybe get warned that the maximum rate of fire on the range is one round per second, or something. ;)

3:19 PM, April 06, 2014
Anonymous said...

Lemmee see there .....

"Certified Rifle Instructor"
"Certified Pistol Instructor"
"Certified Shotgun Instructor"

The owner of that shirt undoubtedly wanted everyone to know he was certifiable.

I'm pretty sure he was.

jimbob86

4:13 PM, April 06, 2014
Al T. said...

Joel, agree with Tam. I had some very contentious conversations with folks of that ilk regarding the "perversion" of equipping our soldiers with "Gasp!" red dot sights and those new fangled telescopic sights.

4:15 PM, April 06, 2014
SJ said...

I find it amusing how many Michigan-themed emblems are on that shirt.

(I don't know if the Detroit News still runs a Young Hunters Safety Clinic. And I don't know how easy it is to get the "Michigan DNR Safe Hunter" emblem, with or without the "Instructor" tag. But the "Michigan United Conservation Club" still exists.)

There are also two items with the year "1971" on them.

Still, I suspect Tam is right. If the original owner of that shirt is still alive, he probably would give a long, rambling speech like the one she mentioned.

4:22 PM, April 06, 2014
Ratus said...

Ohh...

I just thought you didn't like people from Michigan.

:D

6:18 PM, April 06, 2014
RevolverRob said...

What makes me break out in a case of the cold sweats is thinking about this thing hanging in a museum a century (or less from now). And someone walking by and reading the patch, "Home Firearms Safety Instructor", "Certified Rifle, Pistol, and Shotgun Instructor." And turning to their grandparents and saying, "Did people use to own guns? How barbaric!"

And part of me hopes that grandma or grandpa chimes in with, "Until these phasers came along, we used gun powder and lead projectiles. It might have been barbarism, but it worked. Thankfully our phasers and laser rifles work just as well." But part me is afraid they'll say, "Yes we did...until we found utopia." And then they'll walk by the George Orwell exhibit, which will pale in comparison to the exhibit for Big Brother.

Who am I kidding? There won't be an Orwell exhibit.

-Rob

PS: Boy, I sure got a case of the "bring downs" today, sorry 'bout that.

6:19 PM, April 06, 2014
Joel said...

:) Well, yeah. There were definitely conversations like that...

7:25 PM, April 06, 2014
Anonymous said...

I thought we determined that Springfield was in Illinois. regards, Alemaster

8:05 PM, April 06, 2014
Anonymous said...

In '67 I was the rifle instructor at a camp in VT. My Mom found a blue windbreaker and put the NRA emblem on one shoulder and the rifle instructor emblem on the other. 1967. Walk through a grocery store or out of a movie theater with that on. Or lean back against the wall while wearing dark aviator glasses, your arms folded, and a grim look on your face while your kid brother asked his boss where the last check for his summer job was. It appeared right there! Priceless! OldeForce

1:26 AM, April 07, 2014
Will said...

OldeForce:

IIRC, those RayBan aviators were $16 in '67. I think I still have my original purchase receipt. Most expensive sunglasses I found, but they fit my face. Think I went through 3 pairs in twenty years. Two were stolen.

4:42 PM, April 07, 2014

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