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The 4th circuit had a ruling on the issue of OC and PC recently. http://www.fedagent.com/columns/case-law-updates/784-fourth-circuit-finds-that-carrying-a-firearm-in-an-open-carry-state-does-not-create-reasonable-suspicion-and-provides-thorough-analysis-of-the-free-to-leave-standard-of-seizure

Well, if nothing else, this whole "post-Newton Obama scenario" has been a lesson in patience for me.   The .22 I ordered is for a buddy that's relatively new to shooting. I know for him, and many, it's a paradigm shift.   I have/had backorders the past 6 months with Midway, Graf's, Brownells, and now Cabelas. Many have shipped and I have no personal reason to think the rest won't. These 4 companies have always represented excellent quality and customer service in my experience.   Another lesson I've learned is that procrastination is not beneficial.  :squint:  I've never dipped into my baseline stores, and I'm shooting pretty much the same as before...but there is a certain level of anxiety regarding replenishment of personal stock.   Slowly "shootin' stuff" is becoming available... I'll be stacking it even deeper than before. It's my own fault if I get caught short on anything in the future. So, for me? Lesson learned. :2cents:

Hear that whoosh, Mikey? ;) - OS

Wow just wow.

Btw, you can write "pussy" here. You p***y. :)    

wow...isn't that what I, a mere non-LEO mortal, said about 10 posts ago?   Thanks for finding case law to back that up. :up:

Just a young man exercising his 2nd amendment rights; I don’t see a problem. I’m kidding, I’m kidding.

While I agree that the media will likely go back to supporting him, the fact that Morgan said what he did is huge IMO. Admitting that our government can do something tyrannical, is the first step in arming (pun intended) yourself to guard against it.

Well i ran out of fishin' line and barbed hooks by the time i got to you, sorry about that. Glad they made it.

"We'll stocked" is when I buy -------- "hoarding" is when you buy I think well stocked is when your ammo levels meet your shooting habit and there is a reasonable means of replenishing it as we use it, hoarding is when your ammo levels are such you know you will not shoot anytime soon due to excessive reserves of ammo. We all need a reserve amount of ammo and each person has to make that call. I will also say I don't think the reserve amount is the same today as it might have been a year ago.

Here is my Lawyer. He's a real..........   http://richardheadpllc.com/

"Humanity"     The day was somewhat cloudy, raindrops began to coat the windshield on Jacks Toyota Tundra. He had just worked a thirteen hour shift and was exhausted from the day. His boss had jumped down his throat for the smallest foul up that he himself makes all the time. The only thing that takes the edge off is the cigarette that Jack smokes at his lunchtime, it mellows out his day to where he can handle his boss till the jerk leaves at five, it's smooth sailing from there. A sudden famaliar tone awoke Jack from his daze and brought him to. The emergency broadcast system went active, stating that 'martial law had been declared and for everyone to get in doors immediately and to lock themselves in.' Jack began to talk to himself, "Why the hell are they declaring marshall law? Guess the President has finally flipped his liberal lid..."   Hearing this kind of information immediately made Jack realize what needed to be done. He checked his cellular; the towers weren't shut down yet. He immediately called his father to check on him; the call went to voicemail. Jack thinks to himself, "it's alright, where they're at, the reception isn't that great", Jack keeps repeating those words over and over in his mind to provide a little comfort to himself. Next he calls a key member of his Mutual Assistance Group or MAG, Jeb. Jeb was a bit of gun nut, even when they were in high school together but overtime they both had grown to be more survival oriented. When Jack contacted him a few years back to catch up the topic of shooting came up so they hit it off. The two had a few drinks at Jebs whilst playing catch up when the topic of survival had been brought up and much to Jacks surprise Jeb had been stock piling food and was planning on purchasing a M35A2 deuce and a half in the near future. When the phone picked up an out of breath Jeb picked up the phone, "Jack, what the hell is going on man?"   Jack was hoping Jeb would fill HIM in but that wasn't the case as he learned, "I dunno brother but we need to mobilize the MAG, like right NOW! There's not major earth shattering events that I'm aware of and they've declared martial law without warning, can only mean one thing I THINK and that's..." Jeb cuts him off before he can finish, "containment... but what the @#$% are they containing??" Jack just as confused, "I dunno man but call up Tay, we need to get everyone and their gear to Romeo Hotel, like an hour ago!" Jeb knowing now what needed to be done, "you sure man? That's ALOT of gear to move in one haul and if this thing turns out to be nothing..." Jack knew where he was going, "Jeb, if this thing turns out to be as bad as we think it is, we'll be glad we got the F outta dodge! I'm going to go get my sisters, you get ahold of everyone you can, leave messages but we're not waiting for ANYONE, we meet in thirty minutes. I'll see you on the other side, stay safe brother!" Jeb, worried about how this would play out didn't let his nervousness through and confidently responded, "You too dude, I'll see you at the house in thirty." As Jack turned right onto Cedar he slowed down for a stoplight that immediately turned green for him, what he didn't see was the Dodge Ram that plowed into the passenger rear quarter side of his truck spinning it around like a dreidel at Hanukkah. All Jack can see is spinning lights then complete darkness consumes him...

And we would have to ban dark chocolate because it has a higher penetration than milk chocolate. And white chocolate isn't even chocolate so we would need further regulation

Funnier than the OP!!! :rofl: :rofl:

right over his head!

More than one testimony in both the Benghazi and the IRS probes has basically used as excuse that the various organizations are simply too big and complicated for anyone to know just who and what is responsible when things go south.   Which of course is a basic tenet of conservatives regarding Big Government.   I love how Obama "fired" the acting head of IRS (who was already leaving in early June before this even surfaced).   And promoted the woman (who was in charge of the tax exempt division from whence this whole thing blew up), to head of Obamacare IRS enforcement! Check out all the nifty bonuses she got too.   http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2013/05/17/second-irs-official-to-leave-amid-tea-party-scandal/     - OS

If you can run through 1000 .375 H&H Magnums we should package you up for sale.  :lol:

"High recoil caliber rating—tested with .375 H&H Magnum for 1000 rounds." I think it can handle a .308 :rolleyes: , I am really curious about how well it puts up with a beating. After watching the Daniel Defense torture test and seeing that Aimpoint micro fall flat on its face, I am sold on Aimpoints reliability, just not so much the price, lol. I might get a Strikefire and ran it through the motions, Vortex claims alot with their specs and pending what kind of warranty it has who knows, it might just be a competitor for the Aimpoint. Just have to test it first and see I guess.

This is pretty significant considering there are 64 counties in CO.  So here you have 54 of 64 Sheriffs standing up. 

I have taken Fighting Rifle and Advanced Fighting Rifle at Tactical Response.   I thought the training was pretty good.  It is not a basic entry level course, you already need to know basic shooting principles and how to run your rifle and pistol.  All of the instructors were knowledgeable and professional. Advanced Fighting Rifle was my favorite, as it has more to do with teamwork.  You will be doing a lot of shooting and moving with other team members, so you will work on movement and team communication.    It was fun and I learned a lot.  There were people in my class that were going through it for the second or third time.  Plus, once you go through a Tactical Response class, you can come back for the yearly alumni training weekend (2 days of free training!).

That's sticking it to 'em.......I couldn't resist.

I'd rather pay $35 per yr to be a benefactor on here. I like to sell, buy, and trade with TGO'ers. Y'all are pretty cool.

Good. They're already too crowded.   I could probably get some better deals if only 2,000 showed up instead of 20,000. ;)   - OS

I have two built on their blems. Wasn't sure where the blems even were, certainly not as bad as the ding I put on the first one I ever put a LPK in. :)   I stand by my prediction that AR parts and complete rifles will get cheaper than in a decade if affordable ammo for them doesn't free up by the fall.   - OS

3 hours doesn't sound too bad really....   Lived with wood stove as only heat for about 6 years once upon a time, and sawing/splitting/stacking/hauling wood was always a relatively enjoyable affair for me. 'Course I did use a chain saw and assortment of mauls and wedges/sledge.   Funny how some physical work of equal or more effort is enjoyable while some isn't, though. For example, I'd rather do wood or dig holes than mow grass. I absolutely hate mowing a lawn.   - OS

And I'm always surprised at people who think nothing bad happens at private schools. I've got no issue with private schools but there isn't any place you can stick your kids and stop paying attention.

I don't see how they can legally force you to delete your pictures. 

A Williams or Skinner Peep Sight is the way to go in my opinion. The main allure of a lever is that it's easy to carry, and a scope negates that.

Okay...I thought it was a 911 call but I don't see the mechanism for the complaint being made (phone call to 911, flagging down a cruiser, etc) has any bearing...the bottom line is some citizen wet his/her pants because they say a person doing a completely LEGAL thing...the police ought to know it's a completely legal sans some significant information to the contrary and then told the citizen to go about his business.   I just don't buy this argument that the police had or must "act"...maybe that's "common police procedure" but if so then I think it's a procedure that needs to be reevaluated.  Were these cops "going to act" because they had any reasonable suspicion that the man had, was or about to commit a crime or was it because police (or at last these officers) think, at least when a gun is involved, everyone is guilty until proven innocent?  The LEOs could have "acted" without stopping and harassing the man who was doing a completely legal thing and it's their unreasonable harassment that has resulted in this law suit.   I would suggest that the way this could have been handled was how a somewhat similar incident was handled about a year ago by Metro Nashville at the Golden Corral in Hermitage.  The TFA was its monthly meeting that night and, as is often the case, many people open carry...some 20-something saw a MWAG and complained to the manager who essentially told him to get lost. Not to be deterred, he called the police...when the police showed up, they told him no one was doing anything illegal and then they left...since this was Tennessee they could have been heavy-handed but they didn't ask for anyone's "papers" or demand to see HCPs or search anyone's cars.   These Ohio cops had far less reason to act in the manner they did since it's perfectly legal for a citizen to openly carry a firearm without "special government permission"...this "well we need to check him out because he might be a convicted felon, etc. ect..."is a load of LEO double talk.   Perhaps these cops had so much time on their hands because all crime in Ohio has been eliminated...I'll have to check that out with my siblings who still live there. I suspect, however, that there is still enough actual crimes being committed in Ohio that these cop's had more productive ways to spend their time.

We used to stay at a little hotel in New Orleans' French Quarter that was run by two FABULOUS gents who went by Neal and Bob.

Nice Gun! I'm sure you will really enjoy it! Give us an update when you get the trigger installed....       that's what she said :rofl: .....sorry, couldn't resist! :up:

Good point about the vehicle search. Taken together with the Chief's comments, I'm finding myself more and more in the camp of "I hope he wins". $3.6m is a bit excessive, but a win of any kind would be nice to see.

Organic garden tillers. [URL=http://s246.photobucket.com/user/mjollnir17/media/spring2013064_zps391946fb.jpg.html][/URL] First pic of this years garden(couple weeks old). Kale, broccoli, tomatoes, potatoes, cucumbers, peppers(sweet,hot and bell) sugar snap peas,onions, asparagus, strawberries and I'm sure I've forgot a few others. [URL=http://s246.photobucket.com/user/mjollnir17/media/thisyearsgarden_zpsb7afc3c3.jpg.html][/URL]

He still needs to leave the good ole U.S.A imho. Let him go preach his liberal bs to the brits. Our affairs are none of his business. What's really funny is how the press is all upset about the Govt intruding on their 1st Amendment RIghts after all the years they've  spent treadin on our 2nd Amendment Rights. I love that!    Lp

Good for them. There is no way I could live in NJ or any of the surrounding states for that matter.

  Don't get me wrong, I still equate him to the crusty white film that accumulates in the corner of your mouth. I'm just shocked at his momentary sign of intelligence.

I've been to 3rd world countries, live in Memphis and even toured a waste treatment plant when I was a kid (don't ask me whose bright idea that field trip was) and I stand by my assessment that it smells like raw sewage.

It makes a difference with fast pistol powders. Then add a Glock with an unsupported chamber and you are asking for some problems.   I push the odds pretty regularly with my wildcating and just testing. I would not try it with jacketed bullets.   Another issue is those .002" might not let the case mouth open enough to release the bullet. The pressure will go the path of least resistence, out the primer hole or at the case head. And even if it does release the bullet it will increase the pressures substantially then the bullet encounters more pressures from the oversized bullet.   What is a safe powder charge? How low is safe enough? No way to know because there is absolutely no load data for shooting .357" bullets in a .355" bore.   Seriously, 9mm bullets are CHEAP. Sell the 357 bullets and buy the correct bullets.   You are flirting with disaster.

I have gone with cerakote lately.  The last durakote job that someone did for me ended up being a thick disaster.  Cerakote seems to be harder and thinner and durakote seems to have more flex but it is thicker.  Durakote is cheaper though and on a shotgun both would work well but the thicker durakote might last longer.  Maybe GunRunner32 will chime in since he has cerakoted my last three guns (an ar, precision rifle, and handgun).

I'd say 5k and 10k. It's a good start anyway. Oh, and real hoarders have multiple buildings full. I've seen it and it's wonderful and disturbing at the same time.

Dave S with all due respect to you and other LE you are still missing the point.  Under Ohio law open carrying of a firearm is not crime.  So the police did not have any reason to suspect that the individual had committed, was committing or about to commit a crime.  They key part of the supreme court ruling on Terry V Ohio is the and.  They require reasonable suspicion not just that he was armed but that he was committing or about to commit a crime. Their was no articulable reason for them to believe that he was unlawfully carrying.  Even had they officer been acting in good faith believing he was within his legal authority the supreme court has ruled good fait is not enough.     " â€œ... in justifying the particular intrusion the police officer must be able to point to specific and articulable facts which, taken together with rational inferences from those facts, reasonably warrant the intrusion.”  from Terry v Ohio   The only articulable fact that the police had was that he was openly carrying a firearm, which under Ohio law is not a crime.   They had no other reasons for detaining him.    The presence of the gun when open carried is not in and of itself enough reason to detain someone under Ohio law.  They can ask him for his ID all they want all and he can refuse to answer (again affirmed by Ohio law) but the moment he was detained against his will they overstepped their legal authority.     A citizen does not have to prove to the police that they were not doing anything illegal.   In regards to the law suit I think its dumb to sue a city especially for egregious amounts when no significant damage was done.  However these officers were wrong and likely would have gotten away with violating his rights had he not chosen this course of action.  At the very least the law suit will cause the city to have to consider additional and or remedial training for their officers in how to respond to incidents like this.

Eh, looks to me like there are no good guys to root for here. This guy appears to have been trolling for contact with his behavior when approached. The cops were incredibly unprofessional and wrong (dare I say abusive) with threats to charge him with various crimes although he had not committed a single crime. Being a dick to the cops is not a crime, but it doesn't win any points with me. He surely does not deserve 3 mil. Maybe an apology and a case of beer. The cops involved deserve remedial training and latrine duty for a month.

My question is how does a person know that a cop "suspects that you commited a crime"? I wish Mr. Call all the luck in the world with his lawsuit. He could have prevented this whole thing by identifying himself. He provoked the cops actions, then he wants to sue?   Dave S

Its because the action involved in an air-rifle firing is in slow-motion so to speak when compared to firearms in general & because of their delayed expulsion of the projectile they are much more sensitive to disruption in accuracy by improper shooting technique. When the air-rifle technique is applied when shooting actual firearms, it has a positive net effect on accuracy because it reinforces the basic shooting fundementals & slows the shooters movements, most importantly the amount time of hold over on the target after the trigger is squeezed. It is hard to explain but it really does improve your accuracy over-all, even when shooting firearms that are not as "sensitive" as air-rifles. Maybe someone else can explain it better than I can ...

Jack was wincing, he didn't feel any pain. He looked up to see Brigsby moving towards him cautiously but not looking at him, Jack looked behind him and there was a woman laying on her back about five feet away, twitching. "She was reaching for you with her arms out, she had the same look that one had." Pointing with his shoulder to the biting body laying on the ground. A horrified look crept over the officers face "I just shot a person without verbal warning, my god, I'm going to go to prison!" Jack realized that if he didn't say something, the poor man might try to do something drastic, "look, you percieved her just as much as a threat as I did that one over there, you were trying to protect me and I appreciate that but we've got bigger problems now, cause she ain't dead!" Brigsby looked at him with a wrinkled face, "There's no fregin way, I just put six rounds in her abdomen, she should, be..." Brigsby began to trail off looking at the body because it had just now sat up, looking at him, then towards Jack. She then began to crawl to what was percieved as the easier of two targets, Jack started scooting back as fast as possible, "Shoot her in the head man, shoot!!!" Brigsby fired a round into her leg, this made no difference to her. "The head man, you've got to shoot the HEAD!" Brigsby frowned, "God help me!!!" He then pulled the trigger discharging a round into the side of her skull splattering brain matter all over the side of his cruiser.   Jack looked at him, "Thank you, I don't know what I would've done without you." Brigsby stood there in total disbelief, "I just executed a person..." Jack infuriated now, "Damn it man, wake up! We need to get out of here NOW! That woman showed up because of the gunshots! We need to get out of here before more show up!" Brigsby stood there thinkning on it for a moment, then said "No, I need to stay here in case anyone else shows." Jack was desperate to convince him to get out of there, "Sir, with all due respect, @#$& that, we need to beat feet somewhere safer than the middle of the street, that one there ain't going anywhere, he broke his neck in the crash and it's limited his movement to just the head." Brigsby rebuttled with, "We can't just leave him here, someone else might end up like that paramedic" Jack tired of arguing, "Look, I'll take care of him, lets just get the hell out of here but first you need to uncuff me!" Brigsby thought on it for a moment and then said, "Alright, we'll head to the station and try to figure out just what in the Sam Hill is going on. Is your truck still road worthy?" Brigsby leaned down and began to unlock his cuffs after they were off, Jack rubbed his wrists then looked at his truck, "I dunno but we'll find out real quick."   Jack jumped up onto his feet, repocketing his belongings, then made his way over to his truck, he retrieved the pistol thumbing the safety on, he stowed it into the small of his back. He walked over to the truck and after unlocking the truck tool box, he drew out a case, a plate carrier with full mag pouches and a back pack. Opening the medium sized case revealed an AR-15 split from the upper and lower. Jack snapped them together then inserted a fresh thirty round magazine coupled to another magazine, though not charging it in the presence of the officer. He then threw the plate carrier on and set the rifle barrel down propped up against the center console. Jack then opened the pack up to withdraw a drop leg holster to stow the FNX with then proceeded to toss the pack into the passenger seat of his truck. Brigsby walked over and let out a low tone whistle in surprise, "You ready for world war three?" Jack smiled and said, "Nope, but I'm ready for just about anything else."     End of Chapter 1

Jack slowly leaned over, laying the weapon, which he had just used to suppress the threat he felt from the young man, onto the ground. He was sure to move slowly as to not give the officer a reason to fire on him. The officer then commanded, "hands on your head, now!" Jack complied, "take ten steps forward!" Jack was now within about ten feet of the officer, "Turn around! Good, now get down on your knees!" Jack complied completely not wanting to end up like the young man, "Face on the pavement, now!" Jack was beginning to get worried and was mulling over in his head what he was going to tell the officer 'sorry man, he looked like one of those things from the Romero movies so I just went and did the world a favor and shot him in the face.' frowning, he thought, 'Yeah, that'd go over real well'. As the officer handcuffed him, he grabbed Jack by the shoulders, "Stand up." Helping him get on his feet, Jack could see, now that he was really up close, that the officer was an older man, probably in his late fifties possibly early sixties, more than likely nearing retirement, his name tag read Brigsby at that moment the paramedics arrived on the scene.   The officer walked Jack to the front quarter of his fender and asked Jack, "do you have any weapons in your pockets, drugs, or any other paraphernalia I should be aware of before searching you? I don't wanna jam my hand in there to have it find a needle." Jack shook his head, "No drugs or anything like that sir but there is my pocket knife on my right side." The officer then equiped a pair of leather gloves and removed the Kershaw pocket knife, along with Jacks cell phone, a small LED Surefire light, the magazines for his pistol, and finally his wallet. Brigsby removed Jacks license and handgun carry permit, reading off the name listed, "Jack Malone, huh?" The officer sat Jack down and calmly asked,"What the hell happened here son?" Jack looked at him solemnly and responded, "He, he just kept coming. He wouldn't stop, I shot him in the shoulder and that didn't even phase him..." Brigsby then pulled out a notepad and pen and then began to take notes, "What weapon did he have?" Jack then realized that this is where it's going to get a bit more, complex, "He didn't have one." Brigsby gave a quizzcal look to Jack, "Then where did you perceive the threat from?" Jack shut his eyes, remembering the stare that the young man and the driver gave him, something he would later call, the 'dead eye', "I'm going to calmly explain the events that unfolded but first tell the paramedics NOT to touch the other body, please, it's for the safety of everyone!" Brigsby looked puzzled once again by his statement, "Son, just what the hell are you..."   At that moment both Brigsby and Jack heard one of the paramedics scream out loud, it was a young woman in her early twenties, she grasped her hand as an artery had been bit clean in two, it began to spurt blood in pulsations, soaking the pavement in crimson. "The stiff here bit me!!!" It wasn't but a minute later after her coworker began to tend to her hand that she was laying on her side vomiting a mix of blood and bile. Jack yelled to Brigsby, "SIR, PLEASE! Un-cuff me, this is about to get really bad!" Brigsby ignored him but realized that there still wasn't another officer on scene and requested backup, the response he received was that ALL other units were assisting with similar cases and that help would arrive as soon as humanly possible.   "We're on our own", looking to the other paramedic, "Son, what's your name?" the paramedic trying to get the bleeding to stop let alone figure out what was wrong with his partner responded, "Aaron sir!", he said very panicked. "Aaron, I want you to stay with her. I'm going to check on my suspect, stay positive bud." Brigsby had never seen anything like this before so he was going to ask the only person whom even had an inkling as to what was happening and he just so happened to be in custody. "Jack, tell me just what the living hell is going on here." Jack mulled it over in his head in how to explain it without sounding like a loon, which no matter which way he said it to himself, he still sounded crazy. "Sir, I think its a virus. With how fast it's acting I'd say its a weaponized virus which would explain the sudden and random act of Martial Law." Brigsby pondered on it for a second, "Son, you might be right but we need to..." At that moment Aaron called to Brigsby, "Sir, I'm losing her! I need to get her to the hospital, can you secure this scene until more help arrives!?" The officer nodded and yelled to him, "Son, you get her the hell out of here and godspeed to ya!" Aaron loaded her up into the van, with the help of Brigsby, onto the gurney. "Take good care of her!", the van pulled away in a hurry heading towards the hospital.     Brigsby then heard snapping coming from the body on the ground now facing up, the corpse stared at him while Brigsby looked at it in awe and sheer disbelief, "This can't be real..." Jack then yelled with all his might, "BRIGSBY!!! You asked me 'what threat did I perceive', well, do you see it now, in his eyes? He looks at you like you're there but not there, that's the same kind of eyes that the man I shot had!" Brigsby looked at Jack, in horror , immediately drawing his weapon pointing towards him, "Hey, wait a minute don't..." Before he could finish the older officer fired six rounds...

Jack turned around to face the noise he heard coming from behind to see a young slouched silhouette slightly to his left limping towards him in a very slow, almost clock work like pace. Jack saw that he was no more than twenty years old, barely an adult in the eyes of the law. The young man kept making his way towards Jack until he came under the light of a street lamp and then Jack saw it, the same predatory eyes that pierced through him, eyes that have been long since dead to the world. Jack drew his weapon, "Stay back, I don't want to hurt you!" Jacks words fall on deaf ears as the young man keeps inching towards him, Jack shoots the ground next to the young man which was to no avail, he kept making his way forward. Jack then aimed his next shot at the shoulder, the 124 grain Speer Gold Dot penetrated the boys shoulder throwing him slightly off balance but his pace unchanged, Jack then knew what he had to do. Jack put the Tritium night sights onto his next target, the head of the youth.   Jack, feeling compelled to do so, yelled, "Last warning, stop or I WILL fire on you!" Jacks commands made no difference. Jack was at his wits end trying to mull over all possibilities, not wanting to take the life of someone but in the back of his mind he knew that this wasn't a normal case, that this was something different entirely. He made a last second judgement call and squeezed the trigger, his nervousness made the shot miss and clip his assailants ear. There was no blood, just the moans of a methodical predator making his way towards him now within fifteen feet, Jack could smell the stench off this boy and could see dried blood around his mouth. The blood in Jack's face drained as he witnessed this poor soul shambling towards him, "Sweet mother Mary, they're damned monsters."   He aimed once more, this time his fear gave way to new found accuracy putting the personal defense round right above the mans left eye, the head snapped back and the young mans body went limp. Jack so terrified of what he had just done, immediately began to gag and then vomited, releasing just a little of his amounted anxiety and stress. Jacks hands were shaking to the point to where he had to physically force them to stop by clasping them together and holding tightly. It was then he heard the sound of screeching tires, looking to where the sound came from Jack saw a police cruiser sitting there with the spot light now pointed at him, a loud booming voice commanded, "Drop the weapon!!!" Jack knew this was going to be a long night...

Jack began to see dancing and dazzling lights swirl about his vision. The smell of smoke and air bag propellant filled Jacks nostrils like water causing him to cough and in doing so he felt the burn of his seatbelt against his neck. "Well at least I can still feel pain", he muttered to himself. Jack gained his bearings looking around as he sat in the intersection of Cedar and Spring Street, he unbuckled his belt and made his way over to the Ram, it's front end completely smashed. Upon reaching the front of the Ram Jack began to felt woozy and even dizzy, "C'mon you bastard, keep it together!". Jack finally got to the driver door which in itself felt an eternity.   He opened the driver door, the occupant slid out in a heap, Jack catching the older man mid fall, he lay the man down on the pavement, "Hey, are you okay?!" Jack reached for the mans neck checking his pulse, the neck had a jut protruding out from it and it returned nothing, "He must've broken his neck in the wreck..." Jack then noticed something very odd about the dead truck driver's arm, he had what appeared to be a bite mark, "Must've been what he was rushing towards the hospital for." At that moment, the mans body began to twitch, as if being prodded by an electrical current. Catching Jack off guard he fell on his butt from the crouched position he had just assumed and began scooting back as quickly as he could. The jaws on the head began to snap with a bite force similar to what he had seen in films of crocodiles and alligators, a thought then crossed Jacks mind and his body responded to the thought with, " NO @#$&ING WAY!!!!!!?????"   The body of the poor man wasn't moving with the exception of the jaws clacking and snapping to and fro. Not wasting any time whatsoever Jack gets on his feet and climbs into the cab of his truck, opening the center console to retrieve his FNX-9, releasing the safety on it, Jack tucked it into the small of his back. He then reached into the center console and retrieved his two spare magazines and pocketed them. Going back around the side of the truck he checks on the dead man, the body still lay there chomping away as if compelled to do so. Walking very slowly up to the corpse, Jack grabs the tuff of the mans little remaining hair, lifting back to reveal the mans eyes wide open, looking right at Jack, seeing this he lets go of the hair, the mouth still biting even as it hits pavement. Using one hand to press the head into the ground, Jack uses his free hand to check the limp mans pulse once again, just making sure he didn't misdiagnose the poor fellow. Still as unresponsive as the moment when Jack first tried.   Once again, he grabs the tuff of the mans hair, only this time, he held his weapon in his left hand, readying just as a precaution. The head did not stop, it continued it's gnawing and teething, biting at something not there, only moaning when it stopped that. The thing that scared Jack most, wasn't the biting as human bodies have been known to do strange things upon death, it was the eyes, eyes which were already very dead, stared at Jack with unwavering determination, without a thought nor provocation, the eyes didn't meet his own, they almost looked through him but Jack knew then and there, the eyes did in fact see him but not as a fellow human but as prey, the same way a lion views gazelle,  "My god, this is all starting to come together now" , Jack surmised, "the Martial Law, the warning to stay in doors, and now this." Jack now realized how dire things truly were. He knew that after tonight, life as humanity knew it, would change forever. Taking the initiative, he pointed his weapon at the temple of the snapping skull, trying to pull the trigger, he couldn't bring himself to do it, after all, this man was alive just minutes ago, trying to get to the hospital. Jack heard sirens in the background making their way closer.   He decided the best thing to do would be to hide his weapon in his car, a police officer showing up to the scene of a car accident seeing one of those involved with a firearm, well that just wouldn't bode well for Jack at all. That's when he heard footsteps behind him and a familiar moan that ran a chill up his spine, considering the only thing he thought of as 'undead', was laying in front of him. His adrenal glands went full active, the hair on the back of neck stood on end, and his pupils dilated, all of these are root causes when your primal instincts are telling you one thing, 'run'.......

glock 19 on my hip and glock 26 in center console :pleased:

You folks know that I'm a slave to fashion. Its true that I once shot a match that took place after 6 PM in a tuxedo jacket, but amittingly without the cummerbund. IDPA summer concealment for me is a lightweight jacket. A cotton-seersucker that is mostly unlined is the epitome of elegance and taste for the well-dressed shootist. This replicates the light blazers, jackets and summer suits I wear when my EDC is something fullsize.