Sunday, June 5, 2016

Home Again

Safe and sound at home again after a pretty long return set of flights. Walked in the door at home at about 1130 Sunday morning. Shortly after that I passed out for a nap. I will be posting more pics of the trip later this week.

All the best,
GB

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

We May Hike To A Glacier Today...

...instead of taking a boat tour of them. I had my sights set on one of the boat tours but this sad story put a damper on that. A father and son were killed in Glacier National Park when their tour boat capsized, four other folks survived. 

Chances are we will take a boat tour anyway but that story sure gave us something to think about - like only going out on one of the larger and hopefully safer tour boats.

All the best,
Glenn B

They Want Only What They Want...

...and truly don't give a damn about the country. Why else would 71% of Democrats in this poll want to vote for the Wicked Witch of Benghazi even if she winds up being indicted (source)! Granted, an indictment is not a conviction but it most certainly would be an indication of the existence of overwhelming evidence (in this particular case) of criminal wrong doing by the accused. Democrsts are, in my view, little more than spoiled brats who need to get it their way no matter what.

All the best,
Glenn B

Somebody Got A Bit Sloshed Ladt Night...

...drinking 5 or 6 ciders. He also went fishing at about 2300 (11PM) and why not since it was still light outside. (Yes the pic below was taken after 11PM.) Then he got lucky too. I figure most of his luck was that he did not fall off the dock or shore and drown but there also was some luck with substance to it. That second bit of luck came on his third cast when he hooked a Rainbow Trout (at least that is what he said it was). He had several other strikes but did not hook another one.


Brendan took this self portrait pretty much
intending to stick it in my face, which he did.
It looks quite a bit smaller than those we caught in Lake Lucille two days ago but at least it was a fish and one was better than none. Better than none, for him but not me since that one meant he was not skunked yesterday as was I. We went fishing earlier in the day at Byer's Lake and did not catch squat but then again we did not known then, that after the highway was built in that area in 1972, the lake trout population was decimated. Salmon come into the lake but fishing for them is prohibited. The lake trout were never restocked.

Screw you to the bastard who rented us the canoe and told us there were fish there worth catching even though I am pretty certain we mentioned trout fishing as our plans. He said no one ever catches them but he added others only rented canoes for an hour but we were sure to catch some great fish worth fishing for because we had rented it for at least 3 hours. So we fished for trout thinking they were in there. So far as Brendan could determine later, the only game fish in there are Burbot and we have no clue how to fish for them and as I said were hoping and fishing for trout. Still, it was a fun three hours of canoeing and we got to see a pair of swans, some ducks and a gull of some sort.

But I digress - once again Brendan has proved himself the better and more ardently dedicated fisherman than me. Maybe I can counter come this Thursday, the day we plan to do some halibut fishing out of Seward (which is where were are now).

No fishing today, we spent a few to several hours driving to Seward (road construction delays) but finally got here. It was a very scenic drive and we saw four (4) Moose feeding in a marsh along the way. So far, during the entirety of the trip to date, we have seen about 7 Moose, a few hawks, a couple of suspected eagles, an American Magpie, two swans, several ducks of different species, likewise for gulls and a single coyote. We have not seen any bear yet and as much as I would like to see one or three I am none to anxious for a close encounter.

All the best,
Glenn B

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

We Got Lucky Today

Yes we got lucky today but it had nothing to do with hooking up with a couple of hot babes and not even a thing to do with hooking a fish. As a matter of fact, we struck out when fishing at Byer's Lake today in or near to Denali State Park.

Neither were we lucky when we stopped at the Denali South Viewpoint in Denali State Park because we saw this:


Our luck came later, after seeing the cloud covered view toward Denali and after going out on Byer's Lake in a rental canoe for three hours of fishless fishing (even though that sure beat working). Our luck came when we headed back south and decided to stop once again at the viewpoint and we saw this:


I will post more pics of it once home and I have my laptop. It's just too much of a pain to do it on my phone. Let me just say this, that mountain was just over 40 miles from us but seeing it was like catching your first big fish or getting that first kiss from your first date or getting to third base. It was that amazing and grandly spectacular and it was Denali and we got to see it on the only day we had our only opportunity ever to be there together. That folks was lucky.

All the best,
Glenn B

Monday, May 30, 2016

Remember Them Today

Take some time today to remember and honor those who have fallen while honorably serving in our military during times of military conflict. They deserve at least that from us.

All the best,
Glenn B

The Old Man & The Fisherman

Seems it was the old timer's turn to be taught a lesson by his son the fisherman yesterday. We rented a canoe and fished Lake Lucille. The skies were clear when we hauled off the shore and paddled across calm waters to the far side of the lake.

This is no Robert Ruark novel so I will get right to the fish catching. Brendan had the first strike, maybe half an hour to 45 minutes or so after we wet our lines. Shortly after that he hooked his first fish. It was a decent sized Rainbow Trout. About 10 to 15 minutes later, he had another. He was using a small yellow spinner as was I. Two for him none for me.


He got yet another reeled in, a third trout, and I still had none. Then, after another break bin the action I finally hooked one. It gave quite the fight for what was maybe a 2 to 2.5 pound fish. Got it in and back in the water it went, as did Brendan's too. We forgot some way to keep em fresh. Oh well.



Then things slacked off for an hour or so. We had a few strikes by small trout in that time. We watched one at boat side repeatedly striking my lure but the hook was too big for it (I had switched my lure ttrying to catch a much larger fish).

We paddled here and there and fished more as rain clouds accompanied by a single echoing blast of thunder closed in on us. We decided to head back to our starting point but stopped within a short paddle to shore and tried our luck one last time. After a few casts Brendan hooked and brought in his fourth trout of the day. Moments later the rain started go fall. Within about 20-30 minutes it was a downpour with lots of booming thunder but no lightning that we could see. By then, we had already dragged out the canoe, called in for pick-up, had it hauled away, paid for the rental and headed to Walmart to get some things for our next canoe/fishing trip.

More fishing to come today.

All the best,
Glenn B


Sunday, May 29, 2016

The View...


...from the balcony of our hotel room is spectacular. Now, if we can start off right, by catching a few fish in that lake (after we get our fishing license), Lake Lucille, and meeting Sarah Palin while here at least our first full day here will have been excellent.

All the best,
GB

Saturday, May 28, 2016

How Comforting......

While still in minneapolis, itwas not so much to hear the announcement that our crew had been notified by the previous crew of our plane that the plane's weather radar had been repaired after failing during the previous flight. Rather (as we taxied toward the rain soaked runway) hearing that it just failed (again) built my confidence. If you are wondering "is he being facetious"- no I am not. I am quite comforted by the timing of the discovery - better realized while on the ground instead of in the air and in a storm. What's a delay of 45 minutes or so compared to finding out too late. We were on our way again soon enough, right after they fixed it again.

Right now we are in Anchorage, on a line, waiting game to get a pick-up truck. All has gone well here at the airport especially but we were a bit concerned when all the luggage was on the carousel except for my gun case. I checked around and found an airline rep waiting for me with it on a trolley. Special delivery I guess but I wish they would have told me, ahead of time, that was going to be the case.

All the best,
GB

Change of Planes In Minneapolis

A change of beverages too


Later 4 U,
GB

A Delicious Irish Breakfast...

...to start our trip right. We sat down at a bar in Terminal 4 at JFK Airport for breakfast and that hit me up for $65.00 including the tip. I think that was crazy but as my son said we are on vacation so let's act like it. Of course the $18.00 Bloody Mary he got was a large chunk of that but he said it was strong and excellent. At least we won't be tempted to eat airline food on the flight.


We should be boarding soon a d on our way.

All the best,
Glenn B

Thursday, May 26, 2016

One Day, A Wake Up...

...and about half a day's flying (and waiting in airports) and we will be in Alaska. I cannot not f'ing wait.

I had best get some sleep, I have a lot to do later today.

Later for you,
GB

This Getting Ready For Vacation...

...has me deserving a vacation due to it alone. Its not the packing or the little bit of planning I have done because I am done with that; well except for rearranging some stuff to different bags maybe. What is getting to be a real pain in the neck is all the chores that I started today and have to get finished by tomorrow. As I typed that last sentence, my alarm just started going off with a recording of my voice reminding me to move the sprinkler on my lawn. I am watering now because I figured it would have been a waste earlier today when it was much hotter. I have the alarm set every 20 minutes for the next hour and twenty or so.

Then there was calling American Express and getting traveler's insurance for our hotel stays (and that took over half an hour of tedium), mowing the front and back lawns, going to the post office, shopping at the pharmacy for toothbrushes and toothpaste for the trip and at the supermarket for some diner and beers, cleaning my fish tanks, setting aside individual days' worth of fish food so my wife does not overfeed the fishes, cleaning up the backyard some, cleaning the basement some, looking for fishing gear that I cannot find (but hope my son has hidden somewhere and so on. Tomorrow I still have to change all the filter media in my fish tanks, clean the tortoise enclosure, clean the bearded dragon tank, try to get a problem with an FFL worked out so I can ship a gun to him that someone bought from me on GunBroker (I really want to ship before I leave for the north country), sharpen knives, clean guns (the only two things I have not packed besides fishing gear and those toothbrushes and toothpaste are my two pistols for the trip), find that fishing gear, print out our tickets, vacuum the basement, cleaning my car (my wife wants to drive us to the airport in that rat trap instead of her sports nicer car), writing up the details of my critter care so my wife can take care of them and they are still alive when I get home, making sure all of my guns are locked up (actually I think all of them are secure already but I will double and triple check) and whatever else is on my to do list and then some. Of course, I will also wake my son from his drunken slumbers to make sure he packs.

The vacation should be two weeks instead of one.

Crap, I had better move the sprinkler before there is a flood.

All he best,
Glenn B

Little Blogging Because...

...I have been busy with a lot of stuff this week being that our Alaska trip is now less than 48 hours away. Luckily for me, another guy on my job forgot to renew a necessary license. That was not lucky for him because he is now not working, at least not until he gets it renewed and since it is a state license that could take weeks. It was lucky for me because I got to work a day last week and three this week and that way at least I will have some money coming to me after our trip that can be used to help pay for it. I could have also worked today and tomorrow but I have an appointment that I need to keep today and have lots to do today and tomorrow in preparation for the trip.

Anyway, those are the reasons there has been not much from me this week in the blog - work and trip preparation. Along the lines of preparation, I am packed already except for my firearms. I have to clean the 45 and the Redhawk before securing them in the case along with my Remington 870. Once we are in AK, I will try to do at least one daily post with pictures from that northern paradise and bastion of firearm rights and freedom.

All the best,
Glenn B

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Everyman's Evening Eyeful

Nope, I haven't forgotten about Everyman's Evening Eyeful, I was a bit busy this week and did not get time to update. At least I have the time right now to post an impressive eyeful for today. Look under the covers but clicking on the link below.

I May Have To Start A New Club...

...after having read most of this. The this is the GENDER IDENTITY/GENDER EXPRESSION: LEGAL ENFORCEMENT GUIDANCE by the NY City Commission on Human Rights . To me it seems little more than a way for liberals and leftists to heavily favor those who choose to self identify as a gender other than their natural one over those of us who think that self identification as anything other than your true self to be preposterous.

It is one of the most ridiculous pieces of legal guidance, and one of the most worthless bits of output by a government commission, that I have ever read in my entire life to date. I am almost totally convinced that someone will form a new club, one that plays off of an old name, something like: The He-Man's Gender Self-Identifier Hater's Club. I mean really folks, this insanity of trying to be someone you are not and then getting the rest of the loons to believe you are that other persona is getting ridiculous.

No matter how you want to think of yourself gender-wise, you have chromosomes and if your chromosomes match XX then you are female and if they are XY then you are male, such is determined at the moment of conception. To date, I have heard of ABSOLUTELY zero scientific data to support any claim that your chromosomes can change and thus your actual sexual identity (aka: your gender) can change.

Sure, you can fantasize to the point of thinking you are of the opposite gender and others can go along with your lunacy even to the point of changing the way you look by way of hormone treatments and surgery but the bottom line is you are, from birth until death, the gender you were at the moment of conception. Science may someday change that but it has not done so yet - all it has given you is a façade to enhance your fantasy if you choose to self-identify as a member of a gender other than your own.

Now, even I will admit, maybe their are some natural anomalies that could result in a chromosomal gender change but that would indeed be so rare as to have not yet been discovered. The rest of you who claim to self identify as a gender other that that which you were born are, in essence, simply confused and totally wrong fantasy role-players. 
 
All the best,
Glenn B  

I Was Going To Call The Alaska Department Of Public Safety...

...to inquire as to the legality of carrying firearms while Brendan and I will be on vacation in that state in the near future. So, I went to their website to get their phone number but while there I saw Alaska's General Questions Firearms FAQ and I took a look at it. Most of the questions and answers they have listed deal with why someone would be restricted from carrying firearms there, for example convicted felons and illicit drug users cannot do so nor can those under the influence of alcohol. One has to scroll down more than halfway through the list of questions before getting to what I think should have been the first question and answer on the page:

"Do I need a permit to carry a firearm concealed in Alaska?

No. In Alaska, anyone who is 21 years of age or older and legally allowed to possess a firearm is permitted to carry the firearm concealed without a permit."

How nice of them to allow for such, what a difference from New York, my home state, wherein it is usually almost impossible to get a concealed carry permit. The FAQ takes a load off of my mind about whether or not my son can carry there.

The very next question in the FAQ was an important one and the answer is one of which anyone visiting Alaska and then intending to carry concealed should know of ahead of time. That one asks if you need to do anything special while carrying and you come into contact with police. The answer - yes, you must immediately notify the officer that you are carrying.

Alaska also has this webpage on their site. It plainly states that: "Alaska does not expand upon Federal firearms laws for ownership or possession of firearms." They have an additional webpage "In Alaska" that outlines when one can and cannot carry in Alaska. 

I may still give them a call to make absolutely sure I can allow my son to carry one of my handguns (in NY that would be considered an illegal firearms transfer even if both of us had pistol licenses). I almost cannot wait to get out of New Yorkistan to visit a state that could be aptly named Freedomland.

All the best,
Glenn B


 

Today's History - The Pot Calls The Kettle Black...

...and as usual the balderdash out of Hollyweird is just that - balderdash. Regardless of whatever reason she called David Letterman an "asshole" (source), on this day in 1983, I think Cher was and remains one of the biggest arsehats on the planet. Why this is actually considered to be historical by some is truly beyond me; I was just looking for some blog space filler.

All the best,
Glenn B

Climate Warming In Oregon Hits 451 Degrees Fahrenheit

The book burners banners are at it in the schools of Oregon where they have banned any books that dispute climate change and ones that say it is not manmade. They claim that the science says otherwise but I certainly seem to remember the climatologists twice being caught with their pants on fire in as much as they had skewed the data to support Global Warming and then when caught changed the name to Climate Change. So much for the science of it, this book ban seems to be nothing more than  political correctness heated up to temps found in a Ray Bradbury sci-fi tale. More here. 

All the best,
Glenn B

Friday, May 20, 2016

For An Old Man I Was Feeling Some Nice Hard Wood...

...just moments before I wrote this. I have to say, I have not seen myself with as nice a piece of wood as this in quite awhile.

Click on the link to see what I mean.


Wednesday, May 18, 2016

My LEOSA Qualification Target

I shot in March with my semi-auto pistol for my annual Law Enforcement Officers' Safety Act (LEOSA) qualification. I got a perfect score which is actually pretty easy. Since I did not have anything but a revolver in 22 LR, I did not also qualify with a revolver. Since then I purchased a Ruger Redhawk in 44 Remington magnum. Yesterday, I qualified with it for LEOSA. To say it was a learning experience is an understatement; you can read my post from yesterday to see what I learned and how I learned it.

Anyway, I figured I would post my target from yesterday and show you how I did with The Beast (my pet name for the Redhawk). I think I shot okay with it but certainly far from very good and further from excellent; although I shot better than most of the other shooters on the line at the same time as me. That is not bragging, that is just fact. Anyway, as I just said it was okay, at least for now and I am petty sure I will get better with it once I have fired a higher number of rounds through it and get used to the recoil. Speaking of the number of rounds fired through it, the total after the LEOSA qualification now is only 116 rounds to date. On our first range trip with it, Brendan fired 36 rounds and I fired 30. I quit shooting when the skin in the web of my hand between thumb and forefinger tore on the 30th shot. Brendan fired six more shots and also called it quits, he had had enough of its thumping recoil.

The LEOSA qualification that I fired yesterday consisted of 50 rounds. That's not many shots at all when shooting 22 LR, 32 ACP, 38 Special, 357 magnum, 9mm Luger, 40 S&W or 45 ACP, all calibers I have shot regularly at one time or another. When shooting the 300 grain semi-jacketed flat point 44 magnum ammo that I was shooting for the LEOSA qual, it was painful. Regardless of the pain, I was determined to complete the qualification despite my hand actually becoming numb for a few seconds and then going right back to painful after shaking off he numbness and regardless of me having to reswet my grip several times during the course of fire. I don't recall how manyshots we fired from each yard line but we started with 6 rounds at 3 yards (or maybe it was 7 yards) and moved out to 25 yards where we finished with 6 rounds. Another 38 rounds were fired at distances in between those two.

At 3 (or 7) yards (and I am pretty sure it was 3 yards), my first shot was just about dead center. My second shot was way off to the right, on paper but off target. In actuality, had it been an adversary at whom I was shooting, the second shot probably would have also been just about dead center but something half expected happened and I fired without regard to it. Immediately after the first shot, the bottom of my target blew up and twisted around some and as I fired the second shot the paper was still up in the air and convoluted; thus the shot off low and to the right like that. The third shot was the lowest shot on the paper but pretty much centered left to right because that time when the target flew up from the muzzle blast it did so evenly instead of twisting around like it did after the first shot. In all, three shots went low due to the bottom of the target blowing up from muzzle blast, I circled them before taking the photo. If you look closely you can see those three holes are somewhat oblong, almost appearing like double hits making one hole but the shape was caused by the paper blowing up in the air and not being perpendicular to the bullet path. I waited for the target to come back down after the first four shots and got closer to the center. I also think the range officer moved my target out a bit as I was firing, it seemed a bit further away all of a sudden. Once there were several holes in it and the target was somewhat ventilated it did not jump around like that again. Anyway, it was soon moved out to the 7 yard line where it only was effected a little bit by the muzzle blast. 

As you can see, a few other shots went low, a few went high, and some went to the left or right of center more than I would have liked but they likely would have put a hurting on a bad guy. One shot went off target but on paper to the right, that was just a lousy shot on my part at 25 yards. One shot went high and to the left a bit and would have been a head or neck shot. That is because I fired it before completely coming back down from the recoil. I knew when I shot that one that there would be a high shot on the target.


The rest of them are all pretty much in there - not in there for competitive sport shooting but in there for bad guy in your face self-defense shooting. Heck, there are some days when I shoot like that with my Glock 26 in 9mm (sort of mediocre days for me with the Glock), so I am none too disappointed in how I did while shooting 300 grain, fairly hot, 44 Magnum rounds. Considering it was only the second time I have fired this revolver and the first time in many years that I have fired a revolver for a qualification, I really okay with the result. The only other revolver I own, and have owned for years, has been my Smith & Wesson Model 17-8 in 22 LR and that is a world apart from the Ruger Redhawk. So, for now, I am satisfied with how I shot the Redhawk. If I have to use it to defend us against a Brown Bear charge when we are in Alaska later this month, at least I know I can put he first shot where I want it to go and one shot is all tat I would be likely to get in a bear attack.

Now if only my hand would stop hurting everything would be just ducky.

All the best,
Glenn B


 

A Essay On Firearms Instruction Terminology

It often amuses me when I hear some of the terminology used by shooters and firearms enthusiasts. Self titled operators today (there is one of the most amusing terms of all), as did the gun gurus of the past, come up with new, or at least differing, firearms and shooting related terms on a fairly regular basis. Some actually think the terms they use to be new and also think that the words they use nowadays are more fitting firearms nomenclature than words used for many years in the past.

One of the most controversial subjects among shooters and those who give instruction in their endeavor to shoot or teach to shoot is how to describe exactly what one does to manipulate a trigger to fire a gun. To some you squeeze the trigger. This term has fallen in and out of grace for as long as I can remember, not so much due to any fault with using it as much as to the fault associated with instructors who were, for whatever reason, able to properly convey to shooters what they meant by it. If explained properly, trigger squeeze would be easily understood, by the vast majority of reasonably intelligent competent shooters if not all of them, as an action taken almost exclusively with their trigger finger on the trigger alone and that said action is not the same as using your while hand to squeeze the juice out of a lemon. Note, I said fairly intelligent shooters and I mean that most sincerely. Then again, in order to convey what exactly is meant by trigger squeeze one would have to be a fairly intelligent and competent instructor. When an instructor fails in that regard, he or she basically winds up not understanding the terminology being used or how it was meant to be used and then often creates (or uses) what he believes to be a more fitting term. Yet, the term now in vogue is being used to describe the same thing that the instructor was trying to teach before. Somehow, merely because a term was changed, some instructors wrongly believe that the concept will be more easily understood by shooters if only because it was more easily understood by the instructor.

Thus, trigger pull became trigger squeeze which became trigger press and even in some small number of cases trigger operation or trigger manipulation. I have heard them all and it makes me chuckle a silent little bit of laughter when I hear Operators, or modern day firearms instructor / shooters telling folks why the term they use is better than the ones previously used or currently used by others. Sooner or later the trend goes full circle and while you may not believe it now, trigger pull and trigger 
squeeze will be popular again with an instructor who currently uses trigger press. The thing is, the term does not matter nearly as much as the detailed description of what is being taught.

The fact of the matter is that when an instructor uses any such term to describe the action applied to a trigger by a person shooting a firearm, the instructor often assumes, because he understands what meaning it conveys for him, that the term is so simple as to be self explanatory. In truth - that usually is not the case. The reality of semantics is that any given word can and virtually does have more than one correct meaning. Additionally, any word can also have other incorrect meanings to those whose mastery of vocabulary might not be the best. Not one person whom I have ever witnessed, in a classroom full of students being taught about shooting, ever pulled out a dictionary or list of firearms nomenclature to look up the term "trigger squeeze" while the instructor was talking about it. In fact, not one student that I have ever instructed, or seen getting instruction, has asked what was meant by the terms: trigger squeeze, trigger pull or trigger press while in the classroom. Some few have asked, while out on the range, when an instructor is getting on their backsides for not getting it right but those have been very few indeed. It takes a good, fairly intelligent and competent instructor to realize when a shooter has not understood what was meant by such term and then to fully explain it to the all of the shooters present without further confusing the issue and to ensure the students have understood it.

While it may help in individual situations with individual shooters, or even with large groups of shooters to use what seems to be better terminology, changing the term to another set of words is not necessarily the answer. Why not? Well because the new words that an instructor uses, to describe the exact same action a shooter takes on the trigger to fire a gun, may also be interpreted or understood differently by different shooters in different settings. The trick to getting the shooter to understand what has to be done is not to be found in the use of different yet tantamount words but is to be found within a proper an comprehendible description of the action. Sure, using a word better understood by more than fewer people will help but the most important things for a firearms instructor to do to make himself understood is to first completely understand the concept he is attempting to teach, then becoming proficient in its application, then being able to describe the process to student shooters in easily understood descriptive language while giving a good practical demonstration of it and finally to guide the shooters through practical exercises until they too become proficient in it. 

Yet some instructors do it otherwise but otherwise is not always good. It is not good practice to stand in the front of a classroom, especially one full of new students, and pontificate on the effectiveness of your chosen terminology while lambasting that of others. Nor is it a good idea for instructors to argue or mock one another, in front of students, about which terms are best especially in a classroom full of new shooters. They very likely already are confused enough without the instructors adding to their confusion. Likewise, for an instructor to pompously boast the term other instructors use is of the age of dinosaurs while the ones he uses are new and cutting edge is pure arrogance and while it does wonders for the instructor's ego it is counterproductive when it comes to the benefits the student should be getting out of the instruction.  

I am not saying that all instructors need to use the same terms to describe the same things. In fact, if one term seems more easily understood by the slowest dolt in a particular class of shooters being taught, then go ahead and use it but make darned certain to describe exactly what you mean by it and to tell them which other terms they may hear that mean the same thing. That way, anyone who has half a brain will understand, the next time they hear another instructor call it something else, that it is the same thing each of you are talking about and thus will not be confused by the change in terminology from instructor to instructor. Whether or not you want to explain why you use one term instead of another is up to you but do it with respect for other instructors and the terms they use. You may already understand that this applies to almost every aspect of being a firearms instructor but if you did not here it is for you in print - instruct not with arrogance as a know-it-all but with the requisite respect and understanding that others do it in other ways just as others understand it in other ways. You will be a much better firearms instructor for if you do so.

As for which term I prefer to describe the action one takes on a trigger to fire a gun, I like trigger pull the best. I often refer to the trigger finger as the booger picker and there is a reason for that more so that just saying it jokingly. You see, when someone, anyone, picks their nose they perform a lot of actions with their booger picker. They insert, then probe, then scrape, maybe even twist and squeeze or press but ultimately what they do is pull the booger out of their nose with that finger. Go ahead, next time in the privacy of wherever you find yourself, try it. Yes, actually pick your nose and pull one out. The curling back or pulling action, that you almost invariably will perform with your booger picker, while picking your nose is virtually identical to what you should be doing when squeezing, pressing, manipulating, operating and or pulling the trigger. Of course, there will be some who see and understand that differently, who actually do it differently when picking their noses. Some will insert their finger and twist and then pull their finger straight out with their prize much as a corkscrew pulls a cork out of the mouth of a wine bottle. Again, the trick to teaching the concept is to use a relative term, then fully describe it and demonstrate what you mean by it. If you do that, while showing respect for any student(s) who may not understand or who interpret your meaning differently than what you were trying to convey, you will be a better instructor and will make your students better shooters.

All the best,
Glenn B

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Remember Ross Perot...

...and don't vote a third party candidate or withhold your vote because if you do then it is almost a sure thing that the Wicked Witch of The White House (remember she has been there before), aka: Mrs. Bullshit, or her Demoncrat rival Mr. Freeshit ,is going to become president. The last time something like this happened, a third party candidate - Ross Perot - got a lot of wasted Republican and Independent votes. Many others decided not to vote at all. The result, the Wicked Witch of Little Rock's (she had not yet been elevated to the White House) husband was elected. Think hard on that before you waste your vote in November.

All the best,
Glenn B

Manly Manhood Achieved

Today, without any doubt (if ever there was any before) I entered the realm of true and utter Manly Men and acquired the state of Manly Manhood. No, I do not mean I had two babes at once been there, done that a few times. (You didn't really think I would admit to that here did you?) While that was (whoops) would have been nice, what I achieved today was painfully difficult to complete.

In my quest to become a truly Manly Man, my right hand's fingers actually were almost totally numbed at one point and I had to shake my hand vigorously to regain sensation. That is because I fired The Beast, my Ruger Redhawk 44 Magnum, for LEOSA qualification this evening. Fifty rounds of shooty goodness accompanied by 50 thumps of grueling agony - qualification achieved - while shooting 300 grain semi-jacketed flat points. I wanted to use the load that I will have in the Redhawk when on vacation in Alaska, in bear country, later this month. I simply refused to lower myself to shooting lighter loads or, what would have been more shameful yet, to use 44 Special ammo. Although I wore a fingerless glove on my right hand, it had little of the desired cushioning and pain preventative effect for which I had hoped. Although, at least my skin was not torn like it was the first time I fired The Beast and it sure made me look tacticool.

As I key this email, my longtime adversary Arthur I. Tiss is with me enjoying every moment of lingering pain and every snap, crackle and pop in each and every joint from my right fingers to my right shoulder and into my neck. What nerve this roguish bastard has had to try to ruin my pride and joy upon my initiation into the realm of manly men, that paradise of utter manliness - Manly Manhood! Not to say that this crippling cad has suceeded but next year I think I will seek to achieve pussified penisless pansy status by attempting to use my 22LR revolver for LEOSA qualification.
One is never to old to learn and tonight even I have learned a lesson. At my age, once is enough to achieve that Manly Manhood crap. Anyway, that should keep Arthur I. Tiss away next time around.

All the best, 
Glenn B

Well Meaning Arsehats Are Arsehats Nonetheless

Some apparently well meaning assholes tourists in Yellowstone National Park picked up a bison calf and put it into the back of their SUV. Then they brought it to a ranger station reportedly because they feared for its welfare. Rangers brought it back to where the well meaning arsehats picked up the young beast but were unable to reunite it with its herd after several attempts to do so. The calf has been euthanized and the arsehats got off with a measly $110 fine (source). I would think they should have been forced to do park service like cleaning bison shit off of the roads for a month while wearing t-shirts with the words Bison Killer on front and back.

Well meaning ain't worth a plugged wooden nickel when you are such an arsehat as to not realize that what you are doing is screwing up more than helping. Wild animals are just that - wild. They do not need your help or want it. For them it truly is eat or be eaten. If you think they truly need help, then call a wildlife expert to take action or tell you what to do. Otherwise, if you are not out legally hunting or fishing, then just take their pictures from a safe distance.

All the best,
Glenn B