Marswolf

Not sure if he is a Glock worshiper, or SIG hater, or both. (But I'd be a lot more careful of my reloading technique if I shot a Glock rather than a SIG)

I have a local friend who is a descendant of Francis Marion.

I think yhe G17 came to be called that because it was Gaston's 17th patent. I have no idea about the rest of them. Probably has to do with numerology and Glock Perfection.

Well, maybe we need to have a full transparent this-who-I- am forum of folks who are not afraid of the typical paranoia?

I definitely agree, Yeah, it's a slam against the good old USof A. Regardless of what the manufacturer says. It was a put down. Who cares? except it will be a cold day in hell.....

You just learning that? That can be deadly.

We'd figured that out. I kept mine. Plan to get another.

I'm not a big basket-baller, bit thought that was fantastic!!!!! I actually had predicted it - because of their fantastic coach. BTW,. can we finally fire Fat Phil Fulmer?

You are an idiot. Get a divorce or whatever it takes.

Oh, I'm boring as hell in person. They recruit people like that.

"Legally Armed Idiot Patrol"?

OK, spring has sprung. I love warm weather (as opposed to cold or cooler weather) so I'm glad it's here. But with the warmer weather comes growing grass. I am not fond of repetitive yard work. So I have a "lawn" of about an acre. And the riding mower is under the weather. And stuff is dry enough to mow with possible showers tonight. Why do I have an acre of grass to hand mow out in the country? Beats me. Ask my soon to be ex-wife. Tall grass attracts snakes. OK, I never knew that, and besides snakes are her phobia, not mine, and I'd rather it grow up as timberland like the rest of the property. So I got up this morning, checked email and a couple of gun boards, got the wild birds and domesticated dogs their food and got naked. That is I took a shower. Just as I was getting out of the shower, I heard my answering machine beep and kick into record mode. So I went dripping wet into the kitchen, still hanging out in all the usual places, and found it was a friend who had bought a piece of computer equipment from me yesterday. He wanted something else, computer-wise, and was heading to breakfast. I intercepted the message, told him I was naked, and he wanted to get together for breakfast anyway. So I finished cleaning up - and dressing - and met him at the local hole-in-the-wall diner that I'd been meaning to go by for the last year or so anyway. It turned out to be a great place (as I expected). Two biscuits and gravy with two strips of very good bacon are $1.99. Besides, he bought breakfast for me. I find if you leave the tickets on the table long enough, the other guy will normally pick both tickets up and pay for both. So, we exchanged a little Wi-Fi signal strength thingy I had but never use for money plus breakfast. Another gun buddy and his SO came in, ate breakfast and he asked how to keep a woman happy. This was in front of his (pregnant - I hope) SO. If she is not pregnant, she has "East-Tennessee Wives Syndrome." (Get engaged - get fat) My friend started on his comedy routine about not talking to her to make a wife happy, etc. I pointed out that my friend was divorced and I'm headed that way - so ignore anything serious that might be said. She left and went to the car. Eventually, so did the rest of us (our cars, not hers). We all (except the SO) talked for a few minutes in the parking lot. I have no idea why guys do that instead of inside where there is climate control but we do. My buddy said something about having to take one. I wondered why he had come outside of the restaurant before announcing his need, until I realized that this used to be a gas station and the rest rooms are outside. Well, they are actually only accessible from the outside but in the basement. Then I started toward the mall for coffee with my normal military buddies. Half way to the Interstate, I decided that grass mowing seemed more prudent since my coffee drinking buddies would only be there for a few minutes before heading for free coffee at the local Guns R Us store. So I turned off and headed back for home an an obscure back route. It isn't really an obscure road. It's really the main drag on the back side of the county jail, Public Defender, Health Department, and Animal Shelter, but it makes a better story this way. So I get home. The grass is still a bit wet from dew, and I remember that the gas tank on my expensive snotty Toro Personal Pace push mower has a gasoline tank leak that I never got fixed after last season. Oh ****. So I disassemble half of the mower. Having failed at all attempts to glue the tank leak last year and figuring that the closest repair parts place is both 15 miles away and they will have to order the part anyway, I decide to heat up the old soldering iron and fuse the two talk halves seam where I know (somewhere) the leak is. At this point I didn't care if the tank exploded in my face, or I got gasoline poisoning from whatever is in the stuff when you pressurize the tank, under water, to see where the problem is. The problem was a four inch break, along the seem of the tank halves. So, I fused the talk halves - more or less. Hey I can afford to lose a little gasoline, just not half a tank every time I fill it. Nothing exploded, I didn't get poisoned. It only took three times as long as I expected (normal for me) to fix it. So I get out and mow the ****ing grass. Got my cool military A-shirt on and my gym shorts that show all my bulges. Unfortunately the mail lady didn't deliver my Priority Mail boxes today. But the garbage guys did pick up my garbage. The weren't impressed (I hope). So I get hot and sweaty (almost always a good thing) while mowing my lawn. I like getting hot and sweaty, although I think of more fun ways to do it besides lawn mowing. A few hours later, it's done. So I come in to check out the weather online anc check the email and gun boards. Grab a beer. On the way for another beer, I look out the front storm door and realize I can already see where the grass has grown. NO!!!!! I'm letting half the "lawn" grow up and inviting the snakes to come sleep with me. They will keep down the mouse population I will keep them warm. It will be very symbiotic. The dogs will get used to them. I'm going back to the mall for coffee tomorrow.

How on earth did I miss this until now? [edit] This shows the unsupported area on a G30.

I like heights. Looking off of cliffs from the very edge is almost a hobby. I just hate the climbing of stuff like ladders. I start getting very nervous and slow in my climbing when I get six feet off the ground on an extension ladder. But I can rappel from a helicopter if I have to.

Well, I have a Class XCVII license and I think guns are yucky. (Unless they are Glocks)

As a target?

Rookie.

I could make some suggestions.

Does your wife know you don't want a big commitment? All of these signs are cute, but probably show questionable judgment if you actually put one up. I suspect a jury might find it shows a temperament toward violent confrontation. I suspect a sign to the effect of absolutely no uninvited guests or solicitation. Violators will be prosecuted for trespass might be a better way to go.

I just added a vote.

http://www.reuters.com/article/ADVERT/idUSN0729018920080409

For most people, this would do just as well.

They certainly can make target practice more comfortable, but I find they tend to make drawing the handgun more difficult for "serious" use. I'm sure I still have a couple of them around here, but don't use them on street guns. Soaking them for a few seconds in hot water makes them easier to install.

The more I hear from this Phantom6 person, the more smart I think he is. This pretty much sums up what I was going to say. Taking a super tactical course for a couple of days and burning a lot of powder may make you think you are super-operator but getting the right procedures and mindset are something that takes longer than that. It takes a while and I find that cramming a bunch of "training" into a short time doesn't work very well. In addition, very-very few of us who don't do real military type stuff are going to get into a running gunfight on the streets of Kingsport. The money spent on training needs to be for common scenarios that actually happen and that training probably needs to be spoon fed over a period of time. You train, then you reflect, then train some more over time. Gun training schools are a good place to get the basics, and more advanced training later if you really think you need it. It's awfully easy to get wrapped up in "training" as an expensive social weekend that really has little function.

The P3AT has no manual safety. The DAO trigger and trigger throw mean it ain't going off unless you definitely pull the trigger. No realistic concern that something will just hit the trigger and accidentally set it off, as in some guns. There is no firing pin block, which is, as I understand it, the reason it isn't sold in Kalifornia. But the P3AT has a real, if hidden, hammer and a stiff firing pin spring. Again, there is no realistic way it is going off by dropping it. I'm probably going to get yet another P3AT to use as a car gun. It will be easy to hide and always ready to fire. I've had a couple so far and really like them. I carry all of my handguns with one in the chamber and the safety off. I won't carry any handgun that I think is unsafe with the safety off and one in the chamber.