21st Century Hipster Bulldog...

Of the guns that I've put through the whole 2,000 round thing here on the blog, I've come away with unqualified admiration for four of them: The full-size Sig Sauer P320 in 9mm, the Sig P250C in .380, the Glock 19, and the Glock 37. The 37 is the oddball of the bunch, being chambered for Glock's peculiar and almost proprietary .45 GAP cartridge (Springfield Armory cataloged XDs in the chambering for a year or so, but other than that, GAP has pretty much been an all-Glock show.)

After the good experience with the 37, I wondered how well a certain other gun in .45 GAP would work...

Keeping consistent with the rest of their catalog, Glock had followed up 2004's duty-sized Glock 37 with a 2005 introduction of a compact Glock 38 and subcompact Glock 39. The 39 was on the same frame as the 9mm G26, .40 G27, and .357SIG G33, but with a slightly wider, more massive slide to address reliability and durability concerns.

The Glock 26-size magazine would hold ten rounds of 9x19mm or nine of .40/.357. In .45 GAP it holds six, and the "Plus 2" extension is only a "Plus 1".

This is still a combination of size, weight, bore diameter, and magazine capacity that is pretty unique on the market. It scratches the same not-entirely-logical itch for me that the small/medium-frame big-bore revolvers like the Charter Arms Bulldog or Smith & Wesson 696 do...

Recoil is surprisingly mild, even with Sellier & Bellot's 230gr FMJ offering. I would rather shoot this thing than the .40 S&W Glock 27 any day of the week and twice on Sunday. The more massive slide brings it down to a recoil level that is subjectively hard to distinguish from that of the 9mm Glock 26.

The best part is that the hipster Glocks are generally pretty cheap on the used market when you can find them. This one, complete with night sights and the mag extension, was won for $375 shipped on Gunbroker.

Reliability testing will commence soon.
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Hermit Crabby Kingdom

My blog is now apparently blocked on all five computers in the DPRK. https://t.co/MB7aHePxnF

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) September 9, 2016

Gang Signs

The best part of today being the fiftieth anniversary of the Star Trek franchise was watching the decidedly non-nerdy anchors on the local morning news program try to show how un-with-it they were by doing what they called the "Vulcan grip".

Bobbi muttered "Someone should run out there and give them the Vulcan grip..."

It was hilariously funny at 0615.
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The 'Hood?

So I'm driving home from the monthly club meeting at Marion County Fish & Game last Tuesday night, and I decided to take the more northerly of the two major routes, since the southern one runs in on 38th Street and generally if something bad happens in Indianapolis at night, it will happen at the corner of Thirty-somethingth Street and Something Avenue.

The alternate route is to zip one more exit up I-465 and come home via 56th Street instead.

At the intersection of 56th & Georgetown, the convenience store parking lot was full of flashing lights. Looked like four cop cars had one car pulled over. Probably not just a speeding ticket...

While I was trying to reach in with as much zoom as the Lunar's 18-55mm lens had, an ambulance came running code up Georgetown from the south, turning west on 56th... Busy night.

So the next morning I crank up Google to see if there was any news, and there wasn't. At least, not from Tuesday night. But the corner of 56th & Georgetown itself? It made the news plenty...

• "Following the first shooting, Tyson made another U-turn and continued southbound on Georgetown before heading west on 56th Street..."


• "Man injured in shooting near 56th and Georgetown Road"


• "According to Indianapolis Metropolitan police, officers tried to pull the SUV over near 56th Street and Georgetown Road, but the vehicle didn’t stop."


• "Police said the victim was shot at The Woods at Eagle Creek apartments, near West 56th Street and Georgetown Road. There was a report of shots fired at that location at 6:36 p.m."


• "It happened at a clothing store called Hang Time at 56th Street and Georgetown Road early Saturday morning."

...and that's just from the first page of Google news hits on "Georgetown and 56th".

Mind you, if you follow that street just another mile or two east and it becomes Kessler Boulevard and passes through some of the most exclusive neighborhoods in Indianapolis.

The trip in on 38th Street takes you through neighborhoods that signal their roughness in typical inner city ways: Boarded-up homes and businesses, graffiti, generic urban blight. But to look around with a casual glance at the corner of 56th & Georgetown, you'd just see convenience stores and strip malls, subdivisions of single-family houses, garden apartement complexes, and fairly conventional suburbia. You'd need to notice the tenants of the strip malls...the payroll cashing places, pre-paid phone stores, bottle shops, and other indicators...to realize that you were in a neighborhood where things could suddenly get every bit as sporty as they could down in the more obvious 'hood.
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#StayInYourLane

Well, @NRA, don't forget that pontificating on things he doesn't understand is pretty much @piersmorgan's job description.

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) September 7, 2016

Literally

From discussion here...

Due process of law is literally what separates civilization from barbarism. And yes, Lana, I know what "literally" means.

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) September 7, 2016

Bought the T-Shirts...

The other day I wrote:

"You cannot on the one hand spout this sort of "Oopsie! Hah-ha! What a faux pas!" claim of ignorance in one moment and then turn around and claim that you are the hard-nosed, experienced, understands-how-government-works alternative to Cheeto Jesus in the next.

Only you can, apparently, because we're voting for teams now, and it doesn't matter what the Turd Sandwich or Big Giant Douche say; people are going to vote for them based on the color of the box they come in."

I give you Exhibit A.

The simple fact that you can find a fault...any fault at all...with [$MESSIAH] indicates possible signs of heresy and perhaps profound mental deficits.
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Rumble in the 12 Items or Less Lane

When people envision self-defense scenarios, it's usually something they consider themselves being well-prepared to handle: The obvious robber who announces his intentions from ten paces away in the Walmart parking lot, or the masked robber forcing entry somewhere between dinner and bedtime, while our hero is still mostly dressed and within arm's reach of his trusty heater.

Nobody's envisioned self-defense scenario starts out with their back against their loved one, hemmed in by a grocery store checkout on one side and a rack of Juicy Fruit and The National Enquirer on the other, and with the bad guy on top of them having just drawn a pistol...

From discussion elsewhere:

There's a chance that Mr. Seedy wasn't even trying to get her PIN but just looked like he was and, when confronted about it, bowed up and "Stood muh ground!"

You just need a clean criminal record to get a permit, you don't need any intelligence or social skills.

EDIT: Followup article...

Harryman, who did not testify at his trial, said he told Young that he was armed. It was a warning, not a threat, Harryman said.

Young responded, "I don't give a (expletive). I'm gonna (expletive) you up," Harryman said.

Harryman said he had seconds to deal with an unprovoked attack.

Young punched him and Harryman said he did not punch back. "I got beat up so bad I had a stroke," Harryman said.

The gun was his last resort.

Next self-defense scenario: You're standing in line at the grocery store when the husband of the woman in front of you in line decides you've been trying to read his wife's PIN and circles the register, shouting obscenities, to physically assault you... 
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Grime Will Tell...

Friday morning at the range, I fired off the last box of the Sellier & Bellot 180gr FMJ from Lucky Gunner through the Glock 20. I also had most of a box of 9mm and decided to run it through one of the 22rd ETS magazines I'd recently bought but hadn't used yet.

I had forty rounds of nine and loaded them into the mag twenty at a time. Although forty rounds isn't indicative of anything, I was pleased that there were no hitches whatsoever. (I put another sixty-eight rounds through it yesterday morning as well. I'll try and keep a running tally...)

The Glock 20 on the other hand...

The griminess seems to have affected the big 10mm more than any of the other Glocks I've done this with. There was a small amount of drama with the Glock 32 test, while the 19 and 37 were pretty near trouble free, but the light, off-center primer strikes are really beginning to plague the G20 now.

There were three on Friday, on rounds #3, #5, and #47 of the day (#1,683, #1,685, and #1,727 of the test).

Page 84 of my Glock Armorer's Manual says the fix is either a good cleaning...or possibly it's a too-tight extractor. (Which might explain the intermittent and odd failures-to-feed, as well.) When I tear this thing down for a cleaning at the end, the extractor (and extractor spring) will be getting prophylactically replaced. I'll be keeping an eye on this one in the future to see how that affects things. Another good reason for keeping log books on guns...

This makes 1,730 rounds since the Glock 20 was cleaned or lubricated, with six failures to feed (#401, #454, #1,213, #1,297, #1,413, #1,593) and eleven failures to fire (#598, #1,016, #1,029, #1,376, #1,595, #1,628, #1,633, #1,640, #1,683, #1,685, #1,727). 270 rounds to go.
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Yesterday as viewed through Prisma...

Shootin' Buddy arrived at 9:00AM and we saddled up the bikes and headed northward. Our Zero Point was roughly 54th street. Bear in mind that Indianapolis blocks are a tenth of a mile.

We stopped for a late breakfast at  Public Greens in Broad Ripple (64th Street). Shootin' Buddy had scrambled eggs and a cup of yogurt, while I had the chilaquiles. They put feta cheese in their chilaquiles. Too few dishes on this planet have both feta and salsa verde.

We stopped at the Kroger on 86th Street for some bottled water. There's a little bicycle maintenance station, with cabled tools and a tire pump, out by the bike rack at the Kroger.

This is the Palladium concert venue in Carmel. Just south of 126th Street.

We got all the way north to Grand Junction Brewing Co. just south of 176th Street in Westfield, where we enjoyed a One With Nature APA before turning around and heading back south. The exercise doohicky in the iPhone indicated we'd done about fifteen miles at this point.

While pedaling north through Carmel, I'd noticed Union Brewing Company just off the trail to the east. On the way back south, we stopped in for a pint of their Preacher Pale Ale, never having sampled the place or its offerings before. We will be back for sure.

 Arriving back at 86th Street, it was time for lunch at Big Lug Canteen. I had the Hans Grubeer, a "German IPA" with Hallertau and Mandarina Bavarian hops, and a charcuterie plate with their delicious bacon jam.

By the time we pulled back up to the garage at Roseholme Cottage, the iThingy indicated we'd ridden as close to thirty miles as makes no nevermind. And my backside is feeling it today.
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Yum.

Next time I'm @BigLugCanteen, I'm just going to order a bowl of that superlative bacon jam and a spoon. pic.twitter.com/32PSWROtQH

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) September 4, 2016

If you like how they deliver the mail...

...you're gonna love how they manage your health care.

"Useless Eaters" scheduled for next round of cost cutting. https://t.co/Z00hDn78xG

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) September 3, 2016

Unbelievable...

"Clinton told the FBI she "could not recall any briefing or training by State related to the retention of federal records or handling classified information," according to the bureau's notes of their interview with Clinton. The documents indicate Clinton told investigators she either does not "recall" or "remember" at least 39 times — often in response to questions about process, potential training or the content of specific emails."

This is about as plausible as "the dog ate my homework". She claimed she didn't know that the "c" meant "confidential", that nobody told her that she should retain work emails as they are part of the public record. Further along in the article, she throws her staff under the bus, in effect claiming that her underlings and minions told the dog to eat her homework.

That's some Grade A leadership there, right? Makes you wanna sign right up for that outfit, no?

Further, I have an Ivy League lawyer, wife of a former governor and president, who lived in the White House for eight damned years, then went on to be a senator and Secretary of State telling me she didn't know about classified email and that work-related documents needed to be saved as part of the public record?

Look, I don't mind you bullshitting me a little bit, Hillary, but don't you ever lie to me like I'm Montel Williams.


The newsreader's report this morning had me wondering aloud how she read it with a straight face without blurting editorial commentary.

You cannot on the one hand spout this sort of "Oopsie! Hah-ha! What a faux pas!" claim of ignorance in one moment and then turn around and claim that you are the hard-nosed, experienced, understands-how-government-works alternative to Cheeto Jesus in the next.

Only you can, apparently, because we're voting for teams now, and it doesn't matter what the Turd Sandwich or Big Giant Douche say; people are going to vote for them based on the color of the box they come in.
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Having fun with the Prisma app...

The Zed Drei in Broad Ripple.

A photo posted by Tamara Keel (@tamarakeel) on Sep 2, 2016 at 9:21am PDT

Fifteen hundred plus

Wednesday morning was an indoor range session with another fifty rounds of Lucky Gunner's Remington 180gr FMJ and fifty of their Armscor 180gr FMJ. There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

You, too, can have a cool Spyderco Delica Emerson Opener!

Went out to Atlanta Conservation Club with Mike Grasso Thursday morning to do a bit of shooting in the glorious Chamber of Commerce weather we finally got after a hot, rainy August that felt more Houston than Hoosier.

I finally shot some of that 180gr Remington FMJ over the chronograph. Despite all the flash and noise at the muzzle, the velocities were pretty tame, outrunning only the Prvi Partisan and American Eagle loads.

LO: 1050
HI: 1070
AV: 1059
ES: 20.15
SD: 6.24

While there, I also tried some of Sig Sauer's house brand .357SIG ammo through the Glock 32. I figured that since their name was on the cartridge, they might put a little extra sauce on it. Instead, it was loaded fairly mild, but extremely consistent.

LO: 1284
HI: 1307
AV: 1295
ES: 23.02
SD: 8.83

The Glock 20 experienced one failure to feed, on the thirteenth round of the day (#1,593 of the test)...

Again it was the third round in magazine number three. There is a pattern emerging. Also, as the gun has gotten dirtier, the light primer strike thing has really reared its ugly head.

There were four out of a hundred rounds fired yesterday, two with Remington UMC (#1,595, #1,628) and two with Armscor (#1,633, #1,640). When I tear this thing down in a couple hundred more rounds, the inside of the striker channel will be of special interest.

This makes 1680 rounds since the Glock 20 was cleaned or lubricated, with six failures to feed (#401, #454, #1,213, #1,297, #1,413, #1,593) and eight failures to fire (#598, #1,016, #1,029, #1,376, #1,595, #1,628, #1,633, #1,640). 320 rounds to go.
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Stash Guns

A post by Massad Ayoob referenced something Rich Grassi wrote over at The Tactical Wire about having a little gun like a Ruger LCP for a "house gun".

This ties into a discussion we had some months back at pistol-forum.com, where a detective described a homicide he worked, one where the decedent had loaded guns stashed all over the house:

"One of my very first murder scenes as a uniformed officer was a guy toes up halfway in/halfway out of his door and in his boxer shorts. Someone had dumped a mag of .25 in him. Evidence indicated he was gut shot, fell down, and they they emptied it into his face. I spent over 3 hours clearing guns to transport to the property room for safe keeping until next of kin could be notified. Eleventy bajillion loaded guns in the house, dead on the door step in his boxers."

A lot of people apparently spend more time nekkid around the house than I do. I'm usually dressed within about thirty minutes of waking up and stay dressed until bedtime. And my holster is already on my jeans before I pull them on in the morning.


For me, I guess, it's reached a point where it's just not that big a deal. To quote my very smart friend Kathy Jackson:

"Sooner or later, every person new to concealed carry asks this question, sheepishly, of other people they know who carry. “Would you carry a gun to _______?” they ask. The blank can be filled by any number of things.  Would you carry a gun when you go camping? Would you carry to your mom’s house? to work? to church? to the movies? to your kids’ Little League games?

The question, earnest as it is, always bemuses me somewhat. You see, I don’t usually carry a gun to anywhere in particular, but I do go places and do things. And I simply carry, wherever I might be.

What I’m getting at is that years ago I made a decision that my default setting would be to carry my gun wherever I went and whatever I was doing. As a result, if I’m ever not carrying, it is because I made a deliberate decision not to do so right then, based upon some specific reason not to do so. So I don’t have to look for reasons why I might want a gun wherever I’m going. I’m taking my gun with me unless I have a good reason not to."

...and that includes around the house.

It's a safety thing, too. If you just put the gun on in the morning and leave it there all day, it eliminates a lot of unnecessary administrative gun-handling, and as anybody who's ever looked around the walls of the sally ports, locker rooms, and restrooms of the local cop shop can tell you, unnecessary administrative gun handling is when most of the unnecessary loud noises happen.
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From Elsewhere...

Photographic Tab Clearing...

• This is just some hilarious stuff right here:"The international hipster community is in shock this week after the purchase of a vintage Polaroid camera by a young hipster failed to bring him instant acclaim as a gritty, original, yet quirky photographer. Meanwhile, the non-profit Hipster Photographer Rescue has revealed that “this kind of tragic occurrence is happening so often now that it’s almost become mainstream”."


• From the Dumb Crook Files: Cameras make high-value targets for thieves...unless you break into a struggling vintage film camera store and clean out the showcases of the pedestrian stuff they'd been unable to sell and were planning to take to Goodwill.

That'll buff right out...

When you have your Bible on the Kindle app... https://t.co/Y5OxHLNcxL

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) August 31, 2016

Annoyance...

Tuesday morning marked another trip to the indoor range at Indy Arms Co. for respite from the heat and (especially) the humidity at MCF&G. I had with me another hundred rounds of Lucky Gunner's 180gr Remington UMC FMJ 10mm ammo.

On round number thirty-three of the day (#1,413 of the test) there was a failure-to-feed malfunction absolutely identical to the ones on the last two range outings with this ammo: Round was nose-up with the cartridge rim just barely not under the extractor claw. A slap of the floorplate and the slide went into battery normally.

Like both previous times, it happened in one of the first few rounds in the magazine and this time I took note of the mag number (#3). I wish I'd done that before, because it nags at me that these malfunctions have three things in common:

1. All with the Remington UMC ammo.
2. All with a relatively full magazine.
3. All since I purchased magazines #3 and #4.

Really do wish I'd bothered to take notice of which mag it was the previous two times.

Anyhow...

I fired the first box at the five yard line and then moved the target back to ten. It was hot, I was cranky, my glasses were fogging, I'd already fired fifty rounds of 10mm, and all those other excuses...

This makes 1480 rounds since the Glock 20 was cleaned or lubricated, with five failures to feed (#401, #454, #1,213, #1,297, #1,413) and four failures to fire (#598, #1,016, #1,029, #1,376). 520 rounds to go.
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Consistency.

Went to MCF&G yesterday morning to do some chrono work. I had a pistol along for a forthcoming Shooting Illustrated article, as well as the Glock 20. I was meaning to chrono some of the 180gr Remington FMJ I got from Lucky Gunner as well as some Federal American Eagle 180gr FMJ I'd purchased at Indy Arms Company. Unfortunately, I forgot the Remington at home, so the only ten mike-mike that got measured yesterday was the American Eagle.

I'll do the Remington on Thursday, because today and tomorrow are supposed to be much like Monday was: 90°F/90% humidity, and that's indoor shooting weather as far as I'm concerned. The humidity down there on the banks of Eagle Creek will take the starch right out of you.

The American Eagle 10mm has a reputation for being ".40 S&W power level", which isn't entirely true, as it's 50-100fps hotter than pretty much any 180gr .40 I've chrono'ed, but it is definitely the mildest 10mm load I've yet clocked.

It's also the most consistent. Freakily consistent...

The first string of ten had velocities so close together that I shot a second one just to see how much of a fluke it was. The second string had one round that was, at 1,011fps, about a dozen fps slower than the next slowest round in the string, and that opened up the standard deviation to a hair over 7 feet per second, which is still astounding.

Here's the better of the two strings:

LO: 1020
HI: 1033
AV: 1028
ES: 13.42
SD: 3.87

I spent the remaining thirty rounds shooting the steel plates from the 20 yard line. Even with the never-to-be-sufficiently-damned factory sights and the factory Glock trigger, it was stupid easy.

There was one failure to fire on round number forty-six of the day (#1,376 of the test). The round went off on the second try. It looks a little like the gun may have been slightly out of battery, but I could not make it replicate the situation in dry fire? Besides...

...even the good primer hits are well off-center in the G-lock.

This makes 1380 rounds since the Glock 20 was cleaned or lubricated, with four failures to feed (#401, #454, #1,213, #1,297) and four failures to fire (#598, #1,016, #1,029, #1,376). 620 rounds to go.
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Commercial Art

This is just an amazingly great little sixty second bit of cinema. Bravo, Dove Chocolate, for paying for the most entertaining thing I'll likely see on my TV this morning, unless Matt Lauer catches fire or something.
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I can see my house from up here!

So I was looking for something local on Google street view, and was just amazed at the detail you can see...

I mean, check out that 2008-model Trek 7100 in the nickel/mocha color scheme with the quick-detach Bontrager baskets fore and aft, there.
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Grinding on...

Another hundred rounds of Lucky Gunner's Remington UMC 180gr FMJ got sent downrange at Indy Arms Co yesterday.

Apparently the flash and noise from the stuff is pretty noticeable on the range's CCTV cameras.

There was a failure to feed on round number sixty-seven of the day (#1,297 of the test) that was identical to the one photographed in the previous post. The slide went into battery when I slapped the mag floorplate. By this time, my hands were sweaty, my glasses were fogged, and I was focused on the sights and trigger, trying to keep rounds in the upper A at ten, and so my grip might not have been all it could be. I dunno.

Other than that, it was a pretty uneventful range session. I fired off a hundred rounds through the gun and got off the range pretty quickly; when a range's filtration system is pulling that much outdoor air through, even herculean efforts by the HVAC have a hard time staying very far ahead of 90+°F/90+% humidity weather. Shooting outdoors yesterday afternoon would have been truly miserable.

This makes 1330 rounds since the Glock 20 was cleaned or lubricated, with four failures to feed (#401, #454, #1,213, #1,297) and three failures to fire (#598, #1,016, #1,029). 670 rounds to go.
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Where has the time gone?

Apparently my blog turned eleven today while I was out screwing around at the gun show.

Eleven years ago, Louisiana had been freshly wracked by disaster, I was working in the gun biz, had no dough, and spent a bunch of my weekends browsing the aisles at fun shows to help maintain my dough-less status.

Not a lot has changed, as you can see.

It's weird to think that first-graders who had my first blog posts read to them are now perusing college catalogs.
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Fun Show Time!

Let's all sing the Fun Show Song!

Flintlocks and Flop-tops
And Number Three Russians
Black-powder Mausers
From jackbooted Prussians,
Shiny Smith PC's from limited runs
These are a few of my favorite guns.

Socketed bay'nets
On Zulu War rifles,
Engraved, iv'ried Lugers
That make quite an eyefull
Mosin tomato stakes sold by the ton
These are a few of my favorite guns.

Rusty top-breaks!
Smallbore Schuetzens!
And all of Browning's spawn
I just keep on browsing my favorite guns
Until all my money's gone.

I'm broker'n dammit, so I'll probably just be putting nose prints on display cases. I've got to save my dough for hotels & airfare over the next couple months.
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Seriously.

The first person who comes up with a USB-powered throat-punching peripheral will retire a gazillionaire.

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) August 27, 2016

Guys! Guys! You'll never guess what it's doing out there!

That's right, the weatherman has broken into regular programming again today to tell me about lightning and winds and flash floods.

Yet again it is piss-pouring down rain in the back yard and the thunder is making the windows rattle in their panes.

Good thing I changed my mind and skipped the bowling pin match at the club this morning. The storm's track is southwest-to-northeast, exactly the direction of travel I'd have been taking home from the match.
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Yow!

Another hellacious thunderstorm just tracked right over Indianapolis. Lost power for about five minutes, there.

Rain is coming down outside in biblical quantities and it hasn't stopped thundering for near thirty minutes. Supposedly there's plenty more where this came from, too...
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Festive.

Power's out from Keystone Avenue east and from 54th Street north. Which means that Indy Arms Co. was out as a shooting destination this morning.

Back to the house I went. Thankfully, Roseholme Cottage still has juice. Two and a half hours after the storm had rumbled through, there were still the sounds of sirens everywhere. TV was saying that there were ~60mph straight-line winds and we've got a lot of old trees on the north side of the city, rooted in soil that's been soaked by a very rainy August...
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Malfunction!

Thursday morning I headed over to Indy Arms Company and sent another hundred rounds of Lucky Gunner's 10mm 180gr Remington UMC FMJ ammo downrange through the test Glock 20. Wednesday evening the UPS man brought the two extra G20 mags I'd ordered from Brownells, so I reckon I'll be keeping this one for a while.

On round #83 of the day (#1,213 of the test) I experienced the first failure-to-feed with the gun that I'm not 95% comfortable attributing to a poor grip and hot ammo. I don't know if you can see in the picture there, but the rim just barely hung on the extractor claw. As a matter of fact, when I shifted the gun slightly to take a second picture, the jostling of the magazine floorplate against the shooting bench was enough that the slide shot into battery of its own accord.

I fired the first fifty rounds at the upper A-zone at fifteen yards. Then I ran the target back in to the five yard line and fired at the lower A-zone in three-to-five-round strings at a pace that I would never use if I weren't the only one on the range.

This makes 1230 rounds since the Glock 20 was cleaned or lubricated, with three failures to feed (#401, #454, #1,213) and three failures to fire (#598, #1,016, #1,029). 770 rounds to go.
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Thanks, Mother Nature.

Well, I had planned to go out to Marion County Fish & Game to do some chrono work this morning, but we just had a hellacious thunderstorm track right across Indianapolis in the middle of morning rush hour.

We had a limb down across Bobbi's ham antenna, there are branches down all up and down the block, trees down all over Broad Ripple, and flooding in all the low spots from getting an inch and a half or more of rain in about fifteen minutes. (As flat as it is around here, flooding can be a problem because there's no real incentive for the water to go anyplace other than right where it landed.)

TV's saying six thousand...scratch that...seven thousand without power and more reports coming in all the time.

I think I'll shoot indoors today. Monday morning looks like a good window in the monsoons for chrono work. What I really need is one of these.
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The Most Hipster Thing I've Ever Done

Shortly after becoming obsessed with the goofy Hasselblad/Sony I hadn't even known existed until moments before, I managed to arrange a business deal to get the (barely) used one from KEH winging this way.

What clinched the deal for me was the fact that there exist lens adapters to allow you to fit nearly any old film camera lens under the sun to the Sony E-mount, which is what the Hasselblad Lunar uses. Even before the camera arrived, I'd picked up some cheap Fotodiox adapters from Amazon for Canon FD lenses, Nikon F-mount, and (of course) Leica M39 screw-mount lenses because...

How could I not? Of course, handling the camera with the classic collapsible Elmar 5cm f/3.5 makes me as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I'm not 100% sure that the barrel of the collapsed lens would be small enough to intrude into the sensor box and crash into the surface of the CCD with fatal (for the camera) results, but that's not the sort of thing you want to find out by trial and error.

It took some digging around in the user manual to figure out how to use the camera with the antique lenses mounted. A modern camera likes to talk to its lenses and expects them to talk back to it about things like focus and aperture.

The setting I was looking for was nested in a submenu under "Release w/o lens? (Y/N)", to allow the camera to work when attached to telescopes...or 60+ year-old lenses, I guess.

I trotted out into the front yard in my pyjamas this morning to snap some test photos of the hostas.

The 24MP Hasselblad may be 2012 technology, but considering that the newest cameras I make use of are the 10MP D200 from late '05 and the 2010-vintage 10MP Nikon Coolpix P7000, the Sony NEX-7 sensor in the Lunar feels like it has all the megapixels by comparison.

One thing that was interesting to me is that I'm used to shooting in aperture-priority mode with film cameras, where you set the aperture being very conscious of the lighting conditions and the film you have loaded; this is, in fact, the only setting there is on the little Nikon EM. I've never used it in a digital camera. With the Lunar, even using "dumb" lenses in aperture-priority, the camera still can automatically adjust the ISO to compensate.

This has the potential to be a ton of fun!
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Fact.

Internet drama from a small AR assembly house.

The barrier for entry into the AR assembly market is so low that it makes getting into the 1911 biz with a variance [letter from the ATF] and a rollmark at Caspian look like starting a private space program.
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Frontlines: Requiem

Just finished reading the Frontlines: Requiem graphic novel. (I ordered the comics individually, and then this guy I know hooked a sister up with the softcover omnibus edition.)

Like I told Marko when I first heard about the project: "Dude. Somebody is drawing pictures of your imagination. That's pretty frickin' cool."

Pros: Get to see pictures of the stuff from the stories. Lankies on Mars! Space kablooie! More looks at what was going on on Earth while the protagonist of the novels was off gallivanting about space. Spaceships!

Cons: Great. Now I'm waiting to see this storyline continue, too.
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10mm from Big Green.

Lucky Gunner sent a 500rd case of Remington UMC 10mm 180gr FMJ. For some reason I had mentally filed the Remington 10mm range load in my mind as basically being .40 S&W power levels in a longer case.

The sturm und drang that accompanied each shot was definitely not .40 S&W-level. There was the typical Remington fireball one associates with their hotter handgun loads, and it flung the ejected brass with vigor. I checked their website and it claims 1150fps at the muzzle. I'll need to chrono it as soon as I get some good weather, probably tomorrow morning, but I'll be kinda surprised if it doesn't come darn close to the claimed velocity.

The gun went through the complete cycle of operation on all one hundred rounds, with no malfunctions to report.

This makes 1130 rounds since the Glock 20 was cleaned or lubricated, with two failures to feed (#401, #454) and three failures to fire (#598, #1,016, #1,029). 870 rounds to go.
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Automotif CXXXI...

Here's a sharp-looking 197...2? We'll call it a '72...GMC Jimmy reposing by the curb in sunny summertime SoBro, out front of Fat Dan's Chicago-Style Deli.

So, in the early '60s International Harvester made the short-wheelbase Scout to compete with the Jeep CJ. And then Ford said, "Huh. We could do that, too," and thus was born the Bronco. And by the end of the decade, General Motors had jumped into the game with the Chevy Blazer and GMC Jimmy. Last to the party was Chrysler, with the Dodge Ramcharger hitting in the mid '70s.

And then by the mid '90s, the whole truck-based 2-door SUV niche pretty much vanished.
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You want a career field with a future?

Learn how to fix robots. That should be good for some job security until the robot-fixing robots get perfected.
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Over the Hump

Took the Glock 20 and another hundred rounds of Lucky Gunner's S&B 180gr FMJ 10mm ammo to the range yesterday morning.

I fired a box at the upper A-zone at seven yards and then ran the target out to fifteen yards and fired off the other box at the lower A-zone. It's hard to shoot groups on what is effectively a blank sheet of paper forty-five feet away.

Stupid factory sights continue to trick me into shooting high at any kind of speed even though I know what the problem is.

There were two failures to ignite primers, on rounds #86 and #99 of the day (#1,016  and #1,029 of the test.) This brings the total number of light strikes to three, all on S&B rounds. Hard Czech primers and striker-fired gats go together like peanut butter and mayonnaise.

This makes 1030 rounds since the Glock 20 was cleaned or lubricated, with two failures to feed (#401, #454) and three failures to fire (#598, #1,016, #1,029). 970 rounds to go.
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Breaking News...

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

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

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

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

Looking at the TV station's freshly-updated webpage, it looks like that's more or less what happened:

Police arrived on scene after a report of an attempted robbery or carjacking. A woman was being carjacked and ran inside her home to tell her husband. He came outside the home with a gun to chase the suspect.

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

The homeowner was taken to Eskenazi Health.

The suspect remains at large.

Lessons:

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


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

No Shoot

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Note to Self...

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

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

Note to self: Keep travel nail clippers in toiletries bag and not TSA case.
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Outtake #2...

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

Outtake #1...

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

Nearing the halfway point...

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

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

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

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

Dat asterisk, doe... https://t.co/lRnWhqKnFo

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) August 19, 2016

Why bother showing it at all?

Another hundred...

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

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

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

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