Thursday, July 02, 2015

Hey, I know that writer!

My review of the Walther CCP for Shooting Illustrated is online now. I liked it because I got to write the following line:
"There was the PPK (the continued existence of which hopefully results in annual gift baskets and thoughtful Thank You cards from Walther HQ in Ulm to the Ian Fleming estate)..."
As an aside, if someone really wants to penetrate the Gun Nerd market, they need an inexpensive gun with either a rotating barrel or gas-delayed blowback operating system, and they need to chamber it in .22 TCM or .32 NAA. Gun Nerds love that stuff.

Gratuitous Gun Pr0n #126...

M&P 22 with 10-8 rear sight.
While at the range yesterday I also fired off the last forty-eight rounds of a batch of Aguila subsonics (not the 62gr SSS, just regular ones) that made excellent grip trainers in the M&P22.

See, they had barely enough energy to run the slide, so that if you allowed the gun to move at all under recoil, it sapped enough energy that a variety of interesting malfunctions would occur. The slide wouldn't go back far enough to eject the empty, but it would go back far enough to pick up a fresh cartridge from the mag, while the spent case was still under the extractor claw.

Welp, those are gone, and I can dump some high-velocity .22 into the deuce-deuce ammo can now without fear of getting them mixed up.

Wednesday, July 01, 2015


One hundred fifty more rounds through the P320 today. Fifty rounds each of Magtech 115gr FMJ, Federal 115gr RTP9115 FMJ, and American Eagle 115gr AE9DP FMJ were fired with no failures of any type to report.

This brings the total number of rounds fired to 1300. The gun still has not been cleaned or lubricated in any way. Other than a couple of shooter-induced failures to lock open on an empty mag, the only malfunctions thus far are one dud primer at round #903 and that weird failure-to-feed on round #978. Seven hundred rounds remain before the gun gets its bath.

That's odd...


Not Paying Attention

So, for some reason, a couple-year-old hand-wringing lament by the Chicago Police Superintendent has bubbled to the surface and is making the rounds again on the Book of Face:
I don’t care if they’re licensed legal firearms, people who are not highly trained… putting guns in their hands is a recipe for disaster. So I’ll train our officers that there is a concealed carry law, but when somebody turns with a firearm in their hand the officer does not have an obligation to wait to get shot to return fire and we’re going to have tragedies as a result of that. I’m telling you right up front.
Protip to the Chicago Head Cop What Am In Charge: "Turning on the officer with the gun in hand" will likely get a person shot from coast to coast. It's why we tell people not to do it, which you would know if you'd been paying attention to the Use of Force Best Practices for the last twenty years instead of playing Political Pocket Pool.

Every time a new jurisdiction gets legal CCW, you get some blowhard with more gold braid than a Nazi train conductor get up behind a podium and sonorously intone the horrors that are going to happen when the poor, benighted citizens who he valiantly watches over are allowed to pack heat and stand watch over themselves.

And every time it happens, his dumbass predictions keep not coming true. Which he would know if he removed his head from the mayor's lap long enough to look around at other jurisdictions that have had legal CCW since his rookie days, brown-nosing his NYPD FTO back in the '80s.

Things That Annoy Me, # 351,624

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

I LOL'ed.

Shooting in Washington...

The cameras I took on the trip:
  • Nikon F5: My favorite camera to play with. Have I mentioned how I have a mad, passionate, irrational love for this camera? Shot mostly B&W (T-Max and Tri-X) plus a roll of Portra 160.

  • Nikon D200: My new work camera. This thing takes the place of my trusty Canon 20D. Well, it will when I get a VR lens to replace the Streetsweeper.

  • Nikon Coolpix P7000: Most of the pictures on this blog for the last several months have come from this camera. It rides in the "document pocket" of my gun burkha and is my "go everywhere" camera.

It's the sort of thing Twitter was made for...

Turns out that was exactly 140 characters. (Coincidentally that will be the maximum allowable length of an election season stump speech in 2024. All other messages will have to be conveyed by the candidate's tattoos.)

The opposite of a surprise.

So Chris Christie has just thrown his oversize hat into what has become an impossibly crowded ring. At this moment, the only people in this country who are not contending for the GOP presidential nomination are me, you, and Hillary Clinton.

The headline at Meet the Press's site regarding Christie's announcement read thusly:
I think Bridgegate proves he's no longer the guy the media have picked to take a fall in the ninth against their guy. Now they want Jeb for a target dummy.

Of course the media's all in a sulk at the moment because the more Progressive among them are coming to terms with the fact that Elizabeth Warren isn't running and that, while there IS a candidate with legitimate Progressive chops contending for the Democrat nomination, he's even more of an Old White Dude than Hillary.

The downside...

...of visiting friends in the Mountain or Pacific time zones is that I'm a natural night owl and, propelled by the energy of wanting to stay up and hang out with people I see way too infrequently, I go to bed at late o'clock local time. You know, eleven or midnight, maybe a little later, like a grownup.

But then my eyes pop open involuntarily at about 0700, or 0800 at the latest because oh my lord, have I fed the cats*? And that happens at 0700 or 0800 Eastern time.

What this translates to is a week of three or four hours of sleep per night, which I can keep up for a while, but it eventually takes its toll. And I paid that toll last night, gladly, with eight hours of deep, dreamless sleep. It was glorious.

*No, it's not that I think that thought literally, but years of having the alarm clock go off at 0600 gets the body in a rhythm.

** Desmond Morris, Catwatching, p.75

*** You know how to drive someone crazy? Put in a footnote that has no referent in the text.

Monday, June 29, 2015


Grueling flight schedule back from the curiously dry Pacific Northwet.

I just left southwestern Washington state, where it's been a blistering, sunny, sticky, ninety-something °F for the last several days, and landed in Indianapolis, which has been overcast, rainy, and experiencing daily highs in the mid-70s in my absence. Freaky.

Flight left from PDX at midnight last night and I wasn't wheels down at IND until ~10:30 local this morning, changing planes at ATL in a comedic round of Musical Departure Gates.

Here's a picture of Mount St. Helens. I'm gonna get some shut-eye.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Saturday, June 27, 2015

I can't leave you people unsupervised for five minutes.

So, I go spend a few days at gun school, largely disconnected from the intertubes and the 24-hour news cycle...

Swear to God, my Facebook feed is full of more bomb throwing and nihilism and less love of fellow man than downtown Beirut in the '80s.


Friday, June 26, 2015

The changing face of gun school...

So, for years, this was the image that sprang to my mind when I thought of a self-defense shooting class:
Nick Grossman of Bolt Defense does an exemplar drill with right-handed Jeff playing a left-handed student.
Some dude teaching another dude how to shoot guns. Frequently "classtumes" were involved, as cargo pants and gun company tee-shirts came out of the back of closets, along with multicam plate carriers and morale patches.

Rory Miller is practicing the exemplar drill with Glenda Edwards of Friday Harbor Gun Runners as the student.
Now, I've been in quite a few co-ed shooting classes that were only co-ed because I was there. However, as time goes by, more and more women are getting CCW permits and becoming more interested in self-defense and shooting in general.

Our teacher for the week, Kathy Jackson (aka The Cornered Cat) demonstrates the exemplar drill with Tammy Smith of GunStart.
Lately there has been an explosion in the number of women's firearm classes taught by women. Many of these new instructors were new shooters themselves not too long ago and there exists a need for passing on to them the institutional knowledge of how to safely teach firearms self-defense. Further, many experienced firearms instructors have little to no experience running classes with a majority of women, and how this will affect group social dynamics and learning styles.

Melody "Limatunes" Lauer offers instruction as J.B. Herren of Friday Harbor Gun Runners serves as the student.
In the future, the above photo might not be as uncommon a sight as it is now or was in the past. And that's a good thing.

Stay Off My Side.

Q: "How can you tell an open carry activist from an incipient spree killer?"

A: "One just up and starts thumbing rounds into his gauge right there in the middle of Walmart."
Barring some amazing extenuating circumstances, if some local had proactively put a round into the back of the guy's grape while he was doing that, I'd have a tough time voting to convict. Personally, if I see somebody just up and start loading a long gun in public with no berm or deer anywhere for miles around? I am unassing the AO with a quickness.

You are not helping, dickwad.

(h/t to Unc.)