February 10, 2004
big fucking deal
I seem to have alienated the woman I took to Jamaica with me. So, I took my Colt .38 and ran through 50 speed-loads on the back porch. I ain't half-bad. From 20 to 40 feet, I'll make you wish you never missed me when you shot first. From 50 yards, I'll shoot the caps off beer bottles with a .22 riflle. I can hit a catetope at 100 yards with my 30.06. I like to shoot.
And when I get pissed off, I like to shoot a lot.
My cop neighbor came down to see what I was doing today. "How good are you with a speedloader?" I asked. "I''m pretty good."he said.
"Okay, try this. I've got five loaders and a full .38. right here. See that toy box in the yard? I already wiped out the "A" so you go for the "X" next." He picked up the revolver, shot five times, put a speedloader in there faster than I could and wiped out that "X" with his next five shots.
I was impressed. "Okay, try this, badass."
I my got .22 and set set up six beer bottles in a row on a rail. I shot all six without taking anything but the caps off them. The cop was impressed. "Can I fire that thing?" he asked. "Go ahead," I said. "But the sights shoot high at about 4:00 Aim a little low and right and you get better. Put something at 6:00 and you've got it's ass. That's Kentucky windage,
He shot some beer cans, killed a couple of squirrels and then he asked me to show him a trick shot. I drove four nails into the goat fence, then drove all four nails with the .22. Then I said "see that strand of barbed wire just above that last nail? He saw it. "Watch the barb right above my last shot." I shot it off the wire, clean as a whistle.
I made a friend today. He used to come down and shoot with me all the time a while back, but our paths disconnected. I really blew his mind when I lit a kitchen match in the fencepole from about 50 yards. I was a good shot. He was a cop, but he wasn't that good.
That's one of the things I'm trying to teach Quinton. now. He's moved up from BB guns to pellet rifles, now .22s and .410 shotguns. I give him the same lessons on every one.
*don't fire if you can't see the target. Know where the bullet might go if you miss. I don't want to EVER have to tell Mrs Goodman that you shot her cat because you were violating ever rule I ever taught you. You'll never have another gun if you do that crap."
*Trust your gunsights. Pick your target, aim well and SQUEEZE the trigger. The most suprised person on the planet should be YOU when that gun fires. If you don't fire that way, you'll miss.
* wear earplugs. I never did when I was a kid, but loud noises never bothered me back then. Those noises bother you now and you worry about whether a gun will "kick" or not. I won't give to a gun to shoot that will kick you on your ass. Trust me on that question. You can handle a .410 and that's about as large as you need to get now.
I don't see anything wrong with what I'm doing.
First day of Marine Corps marksmanship training, they taught us the acronym "BRASS."
And I remember them using the exact phrase you did, about being surprised when the weapon fires.Posted by: GORDON on February 10, 2004 02:11 PM
I taught marksmanship in the Corps...PMI for a bit on Edson range.
Years later when my girls were getting big enough to shoot (six and nine) we went out with the .22's and went at it.
Now, I'd picked up a 'chimpmunk' mini bolt action .22, but it was still just not the right size for them. The wife was a former student of mine, and she pointed out that I was trying to teach them too much, too fast....damn if she wasn't right.
For the last five years we've been shooting as a family, we do the safey class first, then the kids shoot safely until they get tired.
My soon-to-be fourteen year old has rifle form that would look right at home at Camp Perry...and she wants her own deer rifle for next year's hunt. The ten year old LOVES cowboy weapons except for the shotgun.
They both understand safety first, and have picked up technique that allow them to have fun while being accurate....and that's what it's all about. Not noise or smoke, but hitting what you aim at.
A disarmed man is a subject....only citizens go armed.Posted by: Andy TmjUtah on February 10, 2004 03:57 PM
I learned how to put rounds on target at Edson's Range!
I grew up near Camp Perry!
I can't remember the name of my platoon's PMI for marksmanship, but we were the only platoon in the company to have 100% qual.
April/May, 1991.Posted by: GORDON on February 10, 2004 04:44 PM
I think I remember having PMI Butters at PI in July/August of 90.... I got 247 on qual day... highest in the platoon....and the series, if I remember correctly...Posted by: Eric on February 10, 2004 05:13 PM
When I get bent-up, and my blood pressure goes through the roof..........Or I feel low and need a burst of good brain chemicals, I take an eight pound sledge hammer out back and tune up a section of log that I save for this reason. I work on that puppy until my heart rate is right up there; pumping along nicely.
explosions coupled with intense concentration.......that's good too!Posted by: wes jackson on February 10, 2004 08:06 PM
'Learn to shoot' is on my list of things of things I'd like to do *some day* ..
As for alienating people,
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Now that's what I call a good story with imagination.Posted by: Georgia on February 11, 2004 07:34 PM
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