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July 22, 2008

...And The Winner Is!

 I'm not at all surprised by some of the names that you fine folks have come up with for my new service pistol (which is breaking in nicely with about 600 rounds through it so far).  There were some really great suggestions, and one or two that left me a little befuddled (I'll leave it to you to figure which was which.

Before I tell you which name I selected, let me show you the names that were submitted... there are a few comments that I need to make about some of them

Marilyn (as in Monroe):Truthfully, I couldn't get used to that because my gun is a tool of death and violence... it's edges are all hard and no-nonsense, which is totally opposite to various aspects of the late Ms. Monroe... that, and I don't really have a thing fro blondes... well, most blondes.

Luke (as in Cool Hand):  Would you believe that I never saw that movie?  It would seem to apply, but it just wasn't what I was looking for.

Lucille or Lucy:  Ain't nothin' funny about my pistols... when they come out of the holster, it's time to get down with the get down.  You know what I mean?

Esmeralda:  I like this name... unfortunately, I have a girl named Esmeralda on my soccer team.  Couldn't do it.

Slugo:  From the old Bazooka chewing gum?  You know, this was in my top three.  Masculine, tough, strong.

Larry:  Two thoughts came to mind with Larry.  The first was the Three Stooges.  Being a man, I immediately started laughing when the Stooges crossed my mind.  Why?  Because it's genders specific.  Sue me.  I also thought of the gentle, easy-going guy from my church, whose name is also Larry.  Even though Larry enjoys shooting, I couldn't give my gun his name.

Annie:  Ms Oakley was a target shooter... yours truly is a gunfighter, never the twain shall meet.

Sue:  This was another good one, as it reminded me of Johnny Cash... and who doesn't have mad props for Johnny Cash.

Sugar Tits:  No... this would be just wrong on every level.

Rover:  Hm.  Not so much

Boerboel:  I like the description that I was given of these loyal, tough , protective South African farm dogs, but to tell you the truth, my Dutch/Afrikaans pronunciation is so bad, that I would probably mispronounce it constantly.

Pamela (as in Anderson 'cause that girl has some big guns):  Yes, Pam's got big guns, but she is a right skanky ol' tart.  No dice.

Grok:  Another list leader!  It was hard to pass by ANY reference to Robert A. Heinlein's main character from "Stranger in a Strange Land"  Mad props to for suggesting it.  You, my friend, Grok in fullness.

Mjolnir (The Name of Mighty Thor's Hammer!):  DJBlackadam came up with a great name, and it almost made the cut.


Rex:  Again with the dog names... but I like this one better than rover.

Jules Winnfield: "...and you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee!"  Dude.  Still one of my favorite movie characters, ever.  Jules was all about a certain kind of justice, but I think I need to stay on the right side of the law, here.
 
So... where does that leave me?  It leaves my with the winner.
 
My new pistol's name is now, and forevermore:  Goliath!
 
Goliath... not that biblical Goliath, the one that was slain by little dude David.  No, I'm talking about the other Goliath, the faithful pet/conscience of young Davey Hanson of the Davey & Goliathclaymation series of the mid 1960's.
 
Daveygoliath
 
So why would I give my gun this name?  Well, there are a few reasons:  First, I plain ol' like the name Goliath.  Second, I grew up watching those animated shorts... the first time I went to a Lutheran Church with Mrs Gunfighter, the organist played "A Mighty Fortress is our God", and as soon as I heard it, I smiled and leaned over and whispered, "Hey! it's the Davey & Goliath song!"  To me, being reminded of those Saturday mornings as a child are very comforting.  My rediscovery of the joy of watching Davey & Goliath led Mrs Gunfighter to give me a Goliath bobblehead as a Christmas gift a few years ago.
 
So there you have it.  My new gun's name is Goliath.  Congratulations to Charrete, of Divergent Pathways!  Charrette, expect to hear from me about your prize by the end of the week!
 
Thanks for playing, everyone!

 

July 21, 2008

Last day for the NAME MY PISTOL CONTEST!

So far, I have received quite a few suggestions for names for my new pistol, and some of them are really good, but you still have time to get your in before the deadline. 

If you are dropping by at my blog after reading my post at Sunshine’s blog, scroll down or follow this link to see what I am talking about.

Remember, the deadline is midnight, tonight, so keep the suggestions coming. 

The prize for the winner will be an autographed target that I shoot with my newly-named pistol… and a special mention on shoot ‘em up Friday.

July 16, 2008

A Contest (with a giveaway)

As I mentioned a few days ago, I have a new service pistol.  What I didn't tell you, is that I have the tendency to give my guns names.  Since I don't give a new gun the same name as a retired gun, I have to have a name for the new one. 

This is where you come in.

I am looking for suggestions for my new pistol's name.  I will entertain suggestions through Monday, July 21st, after which I will make a selection.

Entries may be sent via post comment  or by email to gunfighter1173 at gmail.com

If I pick your entry (multiple entries are not only allowed, they are encouraged!), I will send you a personalized target, shot by me with the pistol that you have named.

Fun, right?

So get to it, friends, Daddy's pistol needs a new name!

GF

July 14, 2008

Sitemeter, Guns, and Church

I have never made any bones about the fact that I am one of the least technologically savvy men on the planet.  Well, at least in the developed world, anyway.  I'm not the guy to ask about computer servers, memory, POP connections, or any of that stuff.  I didn't set up the pc in our home.  I never set the clocks on the VCR's (when we used such things).  My wife's laptop is light-years more advanced than mine, which might have something to do with the twelve hundred dollar disparity in price, but I digress.  I know people that talk about computers in terms that make my head spin after three sentences.  I am in awe of the things that other people know that I don't know... which probably has a lot to do with me deeply ingrained educational inferiority complex.

Anyway, my problem isn't one of programming... today, my problem is about Site-meter.  I got my weekly report from those fine folks who monitor my blog and tell me how many people are visiting and all sorts of things... and you know what?  according to them, I had no visitors last week. 

None.

Now, I am am not so egotistical to think that my blog gets lots of traffic.  It doesn't.  I realize that my life is neither exciting nor glamorous... or even interesting to most people.  It isn't.  I realize that many of my more savvy blogging pals read my blog via Google reader or bloglines or subscription or other means (or just don't read anymore), but I can't accept that NO ONE read, or even visited my blog last week.

Is sitemeter just f***ing with me?

Hmm.

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In other news, I got a new gun on Friday.  There, that ought to excite the search engines.  A brand new pistol, right out of the box, and she's all mine.  Well, that's not really true.  She belongs to Uncle Sam... but my uncle, being a swell fellow, has given her into my care.

It was with some sadness that I turned in my old pistol (it was only four years old, but VERY well-used), but this new gun is of a larger caliber (bigger bullets make bigger holes, you see), and has a few features that that old one didn't have. She's a beauty (pronounced bewdy, if you are in Australia), she is.  Have a look:

P229r-dak-large

I won't bother with nomenclature or anything like that, but I will say this:  I put three hundred fifty six rounds through it on Friday morning, and she shoots well.  Very well.

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We went to church as per usual yesterday, and Mrs Gunfighter had the luxury of sitting in the pew without soccergirl or me, as sg was acolyte, and I was the assisting minister.  What made this day particularly fun was that we had a supply pastor (guest pastor for those that don't habla the Lutheran) who is originally from Ghana.  Pastor Edward was pretty cool, if a little long-winded.  He gave a great sermon, made so much better because of his African accent.  A self-deprecating man, he made us laugh several times during the service, but the funniest thing that happened took place during Communion. 

Now, I know that some of my readers are adherents to the Roman Church, and therefore usually have wafers at communion, and some of my readers are of the LDS church, still others are Baptists, Jewish, non-denominational Christians, and other assorted groups and or non-believing heathens, heck, I even have readers that are Republicans (you know that I love all of you equally, though, right?, especially the heathens).  Well, in our church, during communion we use bread, and as communion is served, the Pastor breaks off a piece of bread, about the size of a quarter, or a half-dollar (remember those?) hands it to the parishioner and says:  "The body of Christ, given for you" and them moves to the next person.  Well, yesterday, Pastor Edward was tearing huge, and I mean huge, pieces of bread.  So large that some of the communicants had to hurriedly tear the pieces into smaller pieces and bolt them down by the time I followed with the wine, saying: "The blood of Christ, shed for you" while trying not to laugh all the while.  After doing this for a while, Pastor Edward looked at me and said, are there many more people?( we were a little more than halfway done) and I said to him, "almost half are left, you might want to go smaller"  Which he found quite humorous... I suppose he was trying to use as much of the bread as possible.  Almost twenty four  hours later, and I am still laughing about it, even as I type this.

There, conjure with that for a while.  I have a date with my new Sig.


GF



July 11, 2008

DVD Review: The Brave One

Braveone1 A few weeks ago, I bought this DVD, figuring that I would give it a watch some evening when I had some time on my hands... you know, like before I fall asleep in my rocking chair.  I bought it at Wal-Mart, paying something like thirteen dollars for it... so I didn't feel particularly pressured to see it in a hurry.

Well, I watched it last week, and I have to tell you... I'm not exactly sure what to think.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with this not-quite-a-gem of a movie, here is the premise:  Jodie Foster plays the host of a Talk-Radio show who who, along with her fiance, were attacked by a camera wielding gang of thugs in a New York city park.  Foster is badly beaten and in a coma for three weeks... the fiance, played by Naveen Andrews, is beaten to death.

When Foster is released from the hospital she, quite understandably, sees the world, and the city of New York through new eyes.  She does something that she never considered before... she bought a handgun.  At first, the gun was something that she wanted to have to protect herself, but when she had the bad luck to be in a convenience store when a man came in and shot the clerk to death, she killed the perpetrator in order to defend herself.  Not sticking around to talk to the police about what she had done (with an illegal weapon), she began a string of vigilante killings.

Starting with two punks on a subway train (a` la ), she shoots her way through several less-than-nice people, including one who is the nemesis of the very detective that is working on the vigilante case... and who is a potential love interest for Foster.

Foster, in her grief and rage, also experiences a great deal of guilt, and in the movie's final scene, she goes to kill the people who assaulted her and murdered her fiance... but not before telling the investigating detective where she is going.

In the final scene, Foster kills two of her three assailants, but before she can kill the third, the Detective (played by Terrance Howard), gives her his gun in order to make the scene indicate that the dead men are the vigilante killers.

The bottom line for me is that I never go and see police movies or crime dramas of any sort in the theater as they are so formulaic... and usually so not like reality that I can't be bothered to watch them.  This movie was as formulaic as the rest, but overall it wasn't a bad way to spend the hour and a half that it took to watch it from the comfort of my rocking chair.  The only real problem I had with the movie is that the gun-play is so incredibly bad that it offends me in a professional way.  Start with the picture on the movie poster at the top of this page... Ms Foster... with her finger on the trigger of a pistol, is pointing said pistol at either her feet or other body parts.  To put it mildly, this sort of behavior is contraindicated.

Anyway, good fun for a little while.  If you watch it, you probably won't hate it... unless movie violence bothers you.

June 26, 2008

Training For Battle

Recently I had a conversation with a fellow blogger, the subject of which was firearms.  In our discussion, we talked about how much training she had and things of that sort.  Eventually, she asked me for some advice on training, which I am only too happy to give.  I am posting it to my blog in hopes that someone else will read it and find it useful.

First, I'd like to address the title of this post.  I gave it the title "Training For Battle" because that is the essence of what we are talking about here, friends.  Carrying a gun for protection means that you  may need to use that weapon in a fight.  A fight for your very life.  There is no more serious contest that that.  The prize for victory in a gunfight is to be able to continue to draw breath. 

The loser gets to take a dirt-nap. 

So... in light of the things that I mentioned above, let's talk about training.  I suppose the first question that has to be answered is "what do I want to do with a gun?" 

Remember, guns are tools.  They are tools made for a specific purpose, and that purpose is to kill.  If we are talking about handguns, I will amend that last statement to say that guns are made to kill people.  If you are in that particular group of self-delusional people that sometimes say that guns are a deterrent, that guns are about protection, that guns are made to "stop threats", I will ask you to disabuse yourself of such self-indulgent nonsense.

My friends, using a gun is about killing.  If you can't wrap your head around that, get rid of your guns, invest in a good alarm system, and buy a dog that barks.  Seriously, if you don't think that you can kill.  You ought not have a gun.

That said, we ought to be right up front about the nonsense that some people espouse about shooting to "wound or disable".  I call it nonsense because that is what it is.  Why?  because bullets cause horrible wounds, thats why!  You see, killing a person is more humane that wounding, or perhaps maiming them.  Yeah, I know... it's a little ghoulish, but it's true.

So, once you have decided that owning a handgun might be something that you ought to do, and you have made your peace with potentially killing someone, lets look at the next question that you have to answer for yourself, to wit:  "What kind of gun do I need/want?"

There are no small number of firearms manufacturers in the United States and elsewhere that will be happy to sell you the priciest gun around, and while some or most of those guns will be really nice... you probably don't need to spend a large sum of money to purchase a fighting pistol.  While shopping, take the following things into account:  "Do I plan to regularly carry this gun concealed?"  If the answer to that question is "yes", then you need to consider size.  Size also matters when you look down at your hands... if you have small hands, you'll need a smaller gun.

If you plan to carry concealed, you are going to have to think about the sort of clothes you wear. 

Another consideration is bullet caliber.  As Americans, we tend to believe that bigger is always better... well, as Sportin' Life said in Porgy & Bess, "It ain't necessarily so"  Personally, I am a fan of big bullets.  big bullets make big holes in people.  They cause greater wound cavitation and they do a better job of destroying tissue and breaking bones.  Having said that, you really don't need a .44 magnum do do enough damage to put down an assailant.  The thing here is that, generally speaking, bigger bullets means more recoil.  My advice in this arena is to try different guns in different calibers... see what works best for you

Moving on, we have to ask:  "Do I have the self discipline to enter into a life of regular training and practice?"

You see, marksmanship is a perishable skill.  If you don't practice, whatever skills you may have acquired will atrophy.  So, you are going to need to get some high-quality training... and by high-quality, I don't mean some Nimrod who hangs around at your local range, who will tell all and sundry what he knows about pistol craft from his time as a Navy Seal/Ninja.  There are lots of good trainers all over the country folks, so do your homework. 

Once trained, you need to practice regularly.  You need to practice shooting from the drivers seat of a car; while seated at a desk; while holding a child or a child's hand; while running; while ducking; while seeking cover; while flat on your belly; while flat on your back.  You'll need to learn to shoot and move.... and so much more.  You'll have to practice those skills once you have acquired them.  Once you have practiced a particular skill to the point where it is ingrained, you STILL HAVE TO PRACTICE.   Get used to it... this is your life now.  It's sort of monastic isn't it? Well, there you go.

So, we are going to make intelligent choices about why/if we need a gun, we will make wise choices with regard to what type of gun/what caliber we are going to purchase.  We are going to make good training decisions, and promise to devote ourselves to a life time of training & practice.

All set, right?

Not so much.

Guess what we forgot?

THE LAW!

Hey kids... before you do any of the stuff I listed above, you need to go out and learn the laws concerning firearms and their use in your individual states, county, towns and cities.  Even acting in your own self defense, you still need to know what the law says.

Lastly.  Let's talk about safety.  I don't know of any more tragic stories than those of people who have done stupid things with guns.  So please, be mindful of a few basic things:

Treat all guns as if they are loaded.

Guns and alcohol don't mix.  Ever.

Never point a gun at anything that you are not willing to kill or destroy.

Keep your finger off of the trigger until you have identified your target.

There are more safety rules, but these are a good start.  Learn them.  Know them.  Live them

If you have any further questions, feel free to give me a buzz.

GF

PS:  If you were planning to ask me what the best gun manufacturer is, I will tell you that the best gun top buy is a very personal thing, as the gun must suit YOU, the shooter.  Having said that, I will tell you that for my money, the best combat handguns, right oout of the box, are made by Glock.

February 27, 2008

Rules For Gunfighters

  1. Attitude 1.   Bring a gun. Preferably, bring two.  Bring all of your friends that have guns, too!

    2.   Anyone worth shooting, is worth shooting more than once.  If you survive the fight, you can always buy more ammo.

  1. Only hits count.  The only thing worse than a miss is a slow miss.

  1. If your shooting stance in a gunfight is correct, you're probably not moving fast enough nor using cover correctly.

  1. Move away from your attacker if you can.  Distance is your friend.

  1. If you are in a position to make a choice, bring a long gun (a rifle, shotgun, or sub-machinegun, for those of you who don’t habla) to your gunfight.

  1. When the dust settles, no one will care about your stance, your weapon’s caliber, or tactics… only about who lived.

  1. If you aren't shooting, you should be communicating, moving, or reloading.

  1. Use a gun that works… every time. 

  1. The only unfair fight is the one you lose.  Think about this now, while you can.

  1. Have a plan.

  1. Have a back-up plan, because the first one probably won't work.

  1. USE COVER!

  1. Watch your flanks and your back.  You're opponent may have brought friends with him.

  1. Don't drop your guard… ever!

  1. Don't forget to scan your threat area… always assume that there is another bad guy out there.

  1. Watch their hands.  Hands kill.

  1. Decide to be aggressive enough, early enough.  There is no such thing as being “too aggressive” in a gunfight.

  1. The faster you shoot (and hit) your opponent, the less he'll shoot you!

  1. Be polite, be professional, love your neighbor… and be prepared to kill everyone you meet.

December 28, 2007

Shoot 'em up Friday!

Well, I was saving this for New Year's Eve, but I decided to share it with you now, just because it's Friday... and you know how much we like to end our week with gunfire.

This old computer monitor provides a nice platform to demonstrate.... well, alright, who is kidding whom? This monitor was fun to shoot up... so I shot it up.

Enjoy.



Have a nice weekend!

GF

ADDENDUM: The weapon used in today's recreation demonstration, was this:

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The FN P-90. This weapon was designed and manufactured in Belgium, for military use for vehicle crewman, medics, messengers etc... the 5.7x28 millimeter round fired from this weapon was specifically designed to defeat Warsaw Pact military body armor.

The P-90 is used in many countries by law enforcement and military special forces units... it first entered service in the United States in the late 1990's, and is used by a variety of state, local, and federal agencies. In the Unites States, it is particularly popular with SWAT teams.

August 02, 2007

The Secret

My friends, you all know what I do for a living, right? OK, for those of you joining the program late, here it is: I am a tactical firearms instructor for a government agency in Washington, DC (but I work in the Virginia suburbs). I teach people how to fight with guns. More on that, here.

Today, I am going to tell you one of the fundamental secrets of the dark art of marksmanship. I will entrust to you what so many people should know, but can't figure out for themselves.

You see, shooting is, at it's core, a very simple thing to do. You needn't hold an advanced degree to be a proficient marksman; you don't need to be a techie; and you don't need to be a jock. Good marksmanship is irrespective of race, sexual orientation, gender, politics, religious creed or lack thereof.

Shooting is simple. Sure, all you have to do is make sure the particular weapon is properly loaded, and then point and shoot. Simple, right? You bet it's simple. As a matter of fact, there are only two physical acts involved in basic shooting, and they are: pressing the trigger, and seeing your sights properly.

That's it.

That's the secret.

Some of you are probably thinking: "There has to be more to it than that!" Some of you might think that I am intentionally oversimplifying. I assure you, I am not.

The thing about marksmanship, and I tell all of my students this, is that as an act, it is ninety percent mental. Properly manipulating the trigger and sights of a weapon in concert with one another, arriving at the zen-like nanosecond where all is perfectly aligned to produce the desired effect, which, in this case, is a bullet being fired from a gun, and hitting exactly what you were shooting at.

Like I said: Simple.

Where it becomes problematic is that many people cannot grasp that simplicity and cloud their minds with so much crap, it becomes nearly impossible for them to shoot well. When this happens, the poor shooter often has to come to see me. Often, the problem shooter thinks that if he or she could just throw some more bullets down range, they will eventually improve. The truth is that the only thing that this method will improve, is the financial bottom line of the ammunition manufacturer.

The key to being able to properly use the sights on a rifle or pistol is, to align your sights on the target, then throughout the manipulation of your trigger, you watch your sights, exclusively, so that they remain aligned until your shot is fired. If you disturb you sights by jerking the trigger, that bullet will not go where you wanted it to go... and folks, you can't afford that in a gunfight.

There is another key to successful marksmanship... one that might seem counter intuitive (how's that for a five dollar word?), and here it is: DON'T LOOK AT YOUR TARGET! You see, if you are looking at your target, you aren't watching your sights (see above)... you can't focus on two separate things at the same time.

So, you've learned the secret: Watch your sights, press the trigger smoothly so that your sights are not disturbed, and DON'T LOOK AT YOUR TARGET!

You'll hit what you are shooting at. Trust me, it's what I do.

Feel better?

GF

July 18, 2007

And now For Something Totally Different

Yesterday, I had an unusual experience.

Something that has never happend to me in my ten years of experience as a tactical firearms instructor. I was working with some agents from a different agency, helping them and their instructors through pistol and shotgun qualification, when I noticed something. Something important.

Most of the agents, and their lead instructor were women.

It's not unusual* to be shooting with female officers and agents... I work with quite a few women, but generally speaking, women do not make up the bulk of the agents I work with.

Of the seven shooters I had yesterday, five were women.

On top of that, they were all very young... the youngest was only 21! They made me feel very old... especially as I was giving instructions... they were all calling me "sir". I'm not sure if the sir business was a matter of respect for my skills and position or just because I'm an old dude (probably the latter).

Most of them were at least decent shooters, which was a plus.

ADDENDUM: I am self-aware enough to realize that I am probably most-bothered by the fact that they were women... not girls, not teenagers... Adult women, calling me sir.

Friggin' middle age!


*Hat tip to Tom Jones

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