Product Review…

Y’all know I don’t normally do product stuff, but in this case, I’m going to put one up!

Some of you know I’ve played with an iPad a time or two and can’t type on it worth a damn…

So I’m sitting next to a guy on the airplane and we get to talking and he breaks one of these out.

Turns out it’s a Pelican iPad case!  


WITH a keyboard even!!!

And storage space underneath for cables, headphones, and charging plug.


Even an idjit like me can use THIS! Quick and easy way to enter zero data right on the shooting stand, and no worries about damaging the iPad on the shooting table as the unit stands up in the case as either a vertical or… 


horizontal display and it’s easy to read!  You could also set it up to film your shooting to collect position data, and look at any possible things you’re doing wrong or what you are doing right!


And you can just close it up and throw it in a backpack and not worry about it getting damaged!

Highly recommended, I’ll give it 5 bullets out of 6!  The ONLY drawback is that it doesn’t have a handle, just a shoulder strap.  But it’s STILL worth it if you’re an iPad aficionado…

Choices…

 Interesting chat a lunch over the ‘choices’ we have today as shooters…

Two of the folks were late 60’s early 70’s (“John” and “Joe”), myself, and then one ‘youngster’ (“Mike”) that was 35!

Us ‘old’ farts were talking about the ‘choices’ we had growing up, which pretty much consisted of getting to shoot what ever dad/mom, or grandpa/grandma had; which usually meant a shotgun, and some kind of .22 rifle, and either a Colt, Remington, Springfield, or S&W pistol (usually a revolver) in .32 or maybe .38 or a 1911.  

Occasionally, there might even have been an old Winchester lever gun, or a rifle in 30 GOVT 06. Every once in a while that might have also included an M-1 or carbine or some bring back from the War… And they all had wood furniture,  very few scopes, and the ‘range’ consisted of the back yard, or back 40, or out in the ‘country’…

Your ‘training’ was by whom ever owned the gun, and a lot of folks got the basics from ‘military’ style training (Most of us had multiple veterans in our families).  You didn’t get to shoot hundreds of rounds, not even .22 unless YOU bought them with your own money (if I remember right, back in the 60’s a box of .22 longs were something like .50 cents, so I could get four boxes for each yard I mowed)…

Note- I can remember killing coyotes to pay for ammo and gas ($5/pair of ears), and never shooting on a ‘range’ till I went in the military in the 70s.  

The youngster “Mike” has never shot a revolver, he grew up shooting Ruger .22 and 1911s until his dad got a Glock in 1990! His first rifle that he shot was a Colt AR-15 SP-1, and other than his military service, he’s never shot anywhere BUT on a range!!!

He was complaining about how hard it was to find ‘good’ gear for his AR at a reasonable price, and moaning about the cost of optics, and how he’d had to spend money to get his M and P upgraded with the Apex trigger, and trying to find a light for the rail.  

Finally “John” told him to shut-up, that he didn’t realize how lucky he was, and of course he didn’t understand…

John proceeded to tell him that he’s NEVER owned a plastic gun, nor a AR platform, and he bought his last gun in 1980!  And he’s perfectly happy with the ones he has, and wood is just fine, and all those fancy ge-gaws don’t mean a damn thing if you can’t hit what you aim at!!!

And “Joe” chimed in about practice, and how many rounds does he shoot, and does he practice at long range, and does he know the dope for his rifle, can he shoot with his weak hand, and can he snap shoot???

I just sat there and smiled, because these two had the poor Mike whip-sawed, and he had the proverbial deer in the headlights look! 

And then Joe proceeded to give a good 10 minute dissertation on the AR platform from Stoner to the present, ALL the latest technology and how his is tricked out thanks to Brownells!

Then John started in again on all the new technology, and Mike finally stopped him asking, “but if you bought your last gun in 1980,  why to you know so much about the new stuff?”  John’s answer, “well I may not buy it, but I DO keep up with the stuff!”

If I were a new shooter today, I’d probably get brain lock just trying to figure out ‘what’ I really wanted… You can get just about any caliber, any manufacturer (of hundreds), any configuration, any furniture, any scope/optics from $30 to $3000; and do all that in pistols, rifles AND shotguns!!!

I think we had it a lot easier! Colt, Winchester, S&W, Mauser, Browning, Remington, Mossberg and Savage were pretty much it!!!

The other problem is there is so much information out there today, some good, lots bad, and oh so many instant experts on the webs, forums, etc. that it’s just about impossible to get an unbiased review of a product.  It’s now pretty much a matter of hunt, peck, buy what you ‘hope’ is right, and add stuff until you get it the way you want it… 

Eia has a good set of posts up HERE on just the basics, and he and Keads are both instructors and I’m sure they will offer advice…

And don’t get me started on ammo… 

Or holsters…

Or training options…

But all of us recommended to Mike, regardless of what he gets, and what he carries, to go practice regularly!  THAT is the true key, not the caliber, not the weapon, not the optics or lack of, not the rounds or the holster.

It’s how well YOU can run the gun, how well YOU can hit what you’re aiming at, how well YOU can defend yourself if required.   And it’s not just about being able to do it in good light, in the a/c on the range either…

Somehow I don’t think he is going to want to go to lunch with us anymore…LOL  

Oops…

Seems like the Navy can’t count… Sigh…

The Big “E” is on her final deployment prior to decommissioning after 51 years on the Navy roles; and they started doing the final screen of documents and all the other things that go along with putting the final history together. 


AND it seems they ‘missed’ a few deployments…  Like THREE of them…  

It appears that dropping of the WESTPAC tag (10 deployments) caused them to lose the first three deployments (which were LANT/MED deployments0…

Full article HERE.

The real total is 25 deployments, or over 15 years at sea, JUST on deployment!  That doesn’t count work-ups, trials, transits, etc…

One hellva career for one hellva ship! The first nuclear carrier, she was originally designated as CVN-65 and set many records for speed, range, etc.

In other Navy news…

The Navy is currently struggling to fill at-sea billets…

They will have to ship hundreds of sailors to sea before their projected rotation dates (PRDs) in order to fill undermanned billets, while at the same time separating thousands of sailors to get down to the “required” end strength for the cuts that have been decreed!

Teh stoopid… It BURNS!!!

And there is NO plan to actually FIX any of this, at least not by this administration…

They walk among us…


Compilation from an Aussie with WAY too much time on their hands…


Recently, when I went to McDonald’s I saw on the menu that you could have an order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken McNuggets. I asked for a half dozen nuggets. “We don’t have half dozen nuggets” said the teenager at the counter. “You don’t?” I replied. “We only have six, nine, or twelve” was the reply. “So I can’t order a half dozen nuggets, but I can order six?” “That’s right”. So I shook my head and ordered six McNuggets.


I was checking out at the local Wal-Mart with just a few items and the lady behind me put her things on the belt close to mine. I picked up one of the divider that they keep by the cash register and placed it between our things so they wouldn’t get mixed. After the girl had scanned all of my items, she picked up the divider, looking it all over for the bar code so she could scan it. Not finding the bar code, she said to me “Do you know how much this is?” I said to her ‘I’ve changed my mind – I don’t think I’ll buy that today”. She said “Okay” and I paid her for the things and left. She had no clue to what had just happened.


A woman at work was seen putting a credit card into her floppy drive and pulling it out very quickly. When I inquired as to what she was doing she said she was shopping on the internet and they kept asking for a credit card number, so she was using the ATM thingy.


I recently saw a distraught young lady weeping beside her car. “Do you need some help?” I asked. She replied “I knew I should have replaced the battery to this remote door unlocker. Now I can’t get into my car. Do you think they (pointing to a distant convenience store) would have a battery to fit this?” “Hmmm, I don’t know. Do you have an alarm too?” I asked. “No, just this remote thingy” she answered, handing it and the car keys to me. As I took the key and manually unlocked the door, I replied “Why don’t you drive over there and check about the batteries. It’s a long walk…”


Several years ago, we had an intern who was none too swift. One day she was typing and turned to a secretary and said “I’m almost out of typing paper. What do I do?” “Just use paper from the photocopier” the secretary told her. With that, the intern took her last remaining blank piece of paper, put it on the photocopier and proceeded to make five ‘blank’ copies.


A mother calls 911 very worried asking the dispatcher if she needs to take her kid to the emergency room – the kid had eaten ants. The dispatcher tells her to give the kid some cough medicine and he should be fine. The mother says “I just gave him some ant killer….” Dispatcher: “Rush him in to emergency!”


I was at the checkout of a K-Mart. The clerk rang up $46.64 charge. I gave her a fifty dollar bill. She gave me back $46.64. I gave it back to her and told her that she had made a mistake in MY favour and gave her the money back. She became indignant and informed me she was a University of Southern California graduate and knew what she was doing and returned the money again. I gave her the money back again… same scenario! I departed the store with the $46.64.


One day I was walking down the beach with some friends when one of them shouted “Look at that dead bird!” Someone looked up at the sky and said “Where?”


While looking at a house, my brother asked the real estate agent which direction was north because, he explained, he didn’t want the sun waking him up every morning. She asked “Does the sun rise in the North…?” When my brother explained that the sun rises in the East, and has for some time, she shook her head and said “Oh I don’t keep up with that stuff”.


I used to work in technical support for a 24/7 call centre. One day I got a call from an individual who asked what hours the call centre was open. I told him “The number you dialled is open 24 hours a Day, 7 days a week”. He responded “Is that Eastern or Pacific time?”  Wanting to end the call quickly I said “Uh… Pacific”.


My friends and I were on a beer run and noticed that the cases were discounted 10%. Since it was a big party, we bought 2 cases. The cashier multiplied 2 times 10% and gave us a 20% discount.


I couldn’t find my luggage at the airport baggage area so I went to the lost luggage office and told the woman there that my bags never showed up. She smiled and told me not to worry because she was a trained professional and I was in good hands. “Now” she asked me “has your plane arrived yet?”


While working at a pizza parlour I observed a man ordering a small pizza to go. He appeared to be alone and the cook asked him if he would like it cut into 4 pieces or 6. He thought about it for some time before responding. “Just cut it into 4 pieces I don’t think I’m hungry enough to eat 6 pieces”.


Some guy bought a new fridge for his house. To get rid of his old fridge he put it in his front yard and hung a sign on it saying: ‘Free to good home. You want it, you take it’. For three days the fridge sat there without even one person looking twice at it. He eventually decided that people were too un-trusting of this deal. It looked too good to be true, so he changed the sign to read: ‘Fridge for sale $50’. The next day someone stole it.


My colleague and I were eating our lunch in our cafeteria when we overheard one of the administrative assistants talking about the sunburn she got on her weekend drive to the shore. She drove down in a convertible but “didn’t think she’d get sunburned because the car was moving”.


I was hanging out with a friend when we saw a woman with a nose ring attached to an earring by a chain. My friend said “Wouldn’t the chain rip out every time she turned her head?” I explained that a person’s nose and ear remain the same distance apart no matter which way the head is turned.


The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat-cutting machine and after a little shopping around, submitted a claim to his insurance company. The company expecting negligence sent out one of its men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and he also lost a finger. The chef’s claim was approved.


After stopping for drinks at an illegal bar, a Zimbabwean bus driver found that the 20 mental patients he was supposed to be transporting from Harare to Bulawayo had escaped. Not wanting to admit his incompetence, the driver went to a nearby bus stop and offered everyone waiting there a free ride. He then delivered the passengers to the mental hospital telling the staff that the patients were very excitable and prone to bizarre fantasies. The deception wasn’t discovered for 3 days.


An American teenager was in the hospital recovering from serious head wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked how he received the injuries, the lad told police that he was simply trying to see how close he could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.

Some Assembly Required…

Here’s a quick two minute video from Boeing on assembly of a 737 for Southwest Airlines, it’s worth watching if for nothing other than the painting process!



In real time, this all takes place over about eleven days; which is an extremely fast build time for an airliner.  The use of automation and  a rolling jig contributes to the capability and pre-positioning of pieces/parts down the line allow a smooth flow of installation in a just-in-time process.


Now for a contrast, at the height of war production, Boeing was building 14+ B-17s A DAY in 1943…  BY HAND!


h/t JP

Range Time…

Alternative title, I’m stoopid… sigh…

Met up with a couple of folks at the range this afternoon to ‘help’ get a basic AR on paper. 

So, I ask is it on paper?  Ummm… We ‘think’ so… Of course I didn’t have my boresighter with me (Mistake #1).

I was ‘helping’ rather than doing, so we started with a clean target (and backer).  I set up the spotting scope, and away we went- First round, nothing on paper…

Yeesh…

Okaayyy- Come over to this open lane and see that white spot on the backstop? Shoot at it… Nada… REAL high on the backstop…

Pack up, move over to the short range; reset everything and take a try at 50 yards.  Have you got the EOTech turned ALL the way up?

I didn’t personally check the gun out (Mistake #2)

Um… well, it’s acting kinda strange…  Strange HOW???

Well, it’s kinda blinking on and off… Sigh… Batteries???

Anyone???

Buelher???

Nope, no spare batteries. When did you check it?  Um… Last night, played with it a bit and ‘sighted’ in on the neighbor’s house.  With what?  Well, I kinda looked through the back up sights and then held it still and moved the EOTech to that point…

ARRGGGHHHH!!!

Okay then, let’s see where the back up sights are hitting.

18 inches high and a foot left at 50 yards!!!

WTF??? I had helped align the back up sights a month ago, I “KNOW” they were on then!!!

Has somebody played with the back up sights? Well, we took em off to put the EOTech on, and I ‘think’ we put them back where they were.

(nope, off by 1 spot)…  AND they were only hand tight…  Sigh…

See Mistake #2 (Again)!

Reset, retightened, eyeball realigned, and FINALLY got em on target!

Good enough, now go buy batteries and we’ll try this again later…

Off to the pistol range, run into a friend and his dad there, and we start playing with .45s and .22s killing paper plates.  Then his dad goes back to the truck and comes back with a little black bag, and in it is a late 60’s early 70’s MK III Trooper 6inch.  They offer it to me to shoot and of course I took them up on it (just happened to have a box of .357 in my ammo can)!

First round I touched off the guys two lanes over jumped! 🙂

It was in great shape, the only wear was muzzle wear and it was fitted with a set of Herritt classic grips.  And it was for sale!!!

Say WHUT???  Yep dad was getting ready to move and was downsizing the safe to a smaller one and go to a common caliber (.45 and .22), so this one was one of the ones that had to go (he’d already given his son a Trooper in 4inch).  Was I interested???

Oh HELL yes…

95-98% gun, target sights, no original grips, but great Herritt combat grips on it. Sweet shooter, and it’ll find a home in the safe no problem!

I REALLY need to stop running into people with guns to sell, especially when they’re ones I like… Sigh…

Humor…

In lieu of a real post… 🙂

My wife left a note on the fridge………

“It’s not working!! I can’t take it anymore;

I’ve gone to stay at my Mom’s!”

I opened the fridge, the light came on and the beer was still cold………

What the hell is she talking about???

h/t to JP- Seen in Phoenix…



This one’s for Msgt B 🙂

And this one is for Joey… 🙂


Interesting…

Because conservatives are scrooges, the good folks at Americans for Tax Reform have gone through the fine print to find out what our Olympians will have to cough up to the IRS should they be lucky enough to win any medals in London.

Even by the standards of our government, the numbers are insane.

For instance: Americans who win bronze will pay a $2 tax on the medal itself. But the bronze comes with a modest prize—$10,000 as an honorarium for devoting your entire life to being the third best athlete on the planet in your chosen discipline. And the IRS will take $3,500 of that, thank you very much.

There are also prizes that accompany each medal: $25,000 for gold, $15,000 for silver, and $10,000 for bronze.

Silver medalists will owe $5,385. You win a gold? Timothy Geithner will be standing there with his hand out for $8,986.

It gets even worse. Not only do our Olympic athletes have to pay taxes on their medals and prizes – chances are their competitors on the field will face no such taxation when they get home. Because the U.S. is virtually the only developed nation that taxes “worldwide”income earned overseas by its taxpayers, our Olympic athletes face a competitive disadvantage that has nothing to do with sports.

I can only wonder if there is any way the athletes can deduct the cost of their training???

Personally, I think this is just beyond stupid!!!  At least Rubio has sponsored a bill to relieve the taxes for Olympic winners!

I’m off to the range… Go read the folks on my sidebar! 

 

Truth!!!

Snigs hits a home run with THIS post!!!  Plain talk, but dead on the money!  


I’m sick of it.  Nobody is SPECIAL.  Not heterosexuals, homosexuals, blacks, whites, Christians, non-Christians, Republicans, Democrats, Independents, men nor women.  NOBODY has the market cornered on being right.  You are no more right in your way of thinking than I am in my way of thinking.”

‘Suthern’ Humor…


A Florida senior citizen drove his brand new Corvette convertible out of the dealership. Taking off down the road, he pushed it to 80 mph, enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left.  “Amazing,” he thought as he flew down I-95, pushing the pedal even more.


Looking in his rear view mirror, he saw a Florida State Trooper, blue lights flashing and siren blaring. He floored it to 100 mph, then 110, then 120. Suddenly he thought, “What am I doing? I’m too old for this!” and pulled over to await the trooper’s arrival.


Pulling in behind him, the trooper got out of his vehicle and walked up to the Corvette. He looked at his watch, then said, “Sir, my shift ends in 30 minutes. Today is Friday. If you can give me a new reason for speeding–a reason I’ve never before heard — I’ll let you go.”


The old gentleman paused then said: “Three years ago, my wife ran off with a Florida State Trooper. I thought you were bringing her back. 
“Have a good day, Sir,” replied the trooper.


Georgia 


The owner of a golf course in Georgia was confused about paying an invoice, so he decided to ask his secretary for some mathematical help.
He called her into his office and said, “Y’all graduated from the University of Georgia and I need some help.  If I wuz to give yew $20,000, minus 14%, how much would you take off?”
The secretary thought a moment, and then replied, “Everthang but my earrings.”


Louisiana


A senior citizen in Louisiana was overheard saying… “When the end of the world comes, I hope to be in Louisiana.”
When asked why, he replied, “I’d rather be in Louisiana ’cause everythang happens in Louisiana 20 years later than in the rest of the world.”


Mississippi


The young man from Mississippi came running into the store and said to his buddy, “Bubba, somebody just stole your pickup truck from the parking lot!”
Bubba replied, “Did y’all see who it was?”
The young man answered, “I couldn’t tell, but I got the license number.”


North Carolina


A man in North Carolina had a flat tire, pulled off on the side of the road, and proceeded to put a bouquet of flowers in front of the car and one behind it. Then he got back in the car to wait.
A passerby studied the scene as he drove by, and was so curious he turned around and went back.  He asked the fellow what the problem was.
The man replied, “I got a flat tahr.”
The passerby asked, “But what’s with the flowers?”
The man responded, “When you break down they tell you to put flares in the front and flares in the back. I never did understand it neither.”


Tennessee


A Tennessee State trooper pulled over a pickup on I-65.  The trooper asked, “Got any ID?”
The driver replied, “Bout whut?”


Texas


The Sheriff pulled up next to the guy unloading garbage out of his pick-up into the ditch. The Sheriff asked, “Why are you dumping garbage in the ditch?  Don’t you see that sign right over your head.”
“Yep,” he replied. “That’s why I’m dumpin’ it here, ’cause it says: ‘Fine For Dumping Garbage.’ “


And one to think about…



Old Guy And A Bucket Of Shrimp
This is a true story, 
Hope you appreciate it and want to pass it along. 
It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean.


Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier.. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now. 


Everybody’s gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts…and his bucket of shrimp. 


Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier. 


Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile, ‘Thank you. Thank you.’


In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn’t leave. 


He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time and place. 


When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way down to the end of the beach and on home. 


If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the water, Ed might seem like ‘a funny old duck,’ as my dad used to say. Or, ‘a guy who’s a sandwich shy of a picnic,’ as my kids might say. To onlookers, he’s just another old codger, lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp. 


To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant …. maybe even a lot of nonsense. 


Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters. 


Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida . That’s too bad. They’d do well to know him better. 


His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero back in World War II. On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft. 


Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they fought hunger. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where they were. 


They needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged. All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft.. 


Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap.
It was a seagull! 


Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck.. He tore the feathers off, and he and his starving crew made a meal – a very slight meal for eight men – of it. Then they used the intestines for bait.. With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more bait…….and the cycle continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued (after 24 days at sea…). 


Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull… And he never stopped saying, ‘Thank you.’ That’s why almost every Friday night when they were in Florida,  he would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude. 


As you see I wanted to pass it on. It was a great story that I’ve heard before, and is a classic story of giving back. Eddie Rickenbacker was also one hellva leader! Among other things, he was a squadron commander in WWI, earned the Medal of Honor,     owned the Indianapolis Raceway (and the 500), Eastern Air Lines, and was a consultant and speaker many years ago.


You got to be careful with us old guys; you never know what we have done! 🙂


God Bless our Troops and God Bless America.