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Very nice.  I like the two-tone look.

Probably so. I didn't see the mayor react or anything else that would indicate a mass exodus.

Very good article.  Thanks for posting!

I figured.  I think I'm eventually going to get a field grade one with more character.  I'll probably have to go to that grade to get one in the right serial range anyway.

Did anyone notice the difference in the number of people, and even chairs, b/w the shot at 3:45 and at 6:05?  Looks like, despite the council's support, the citizens bolted.

  Honestly, it was pretty easy. I used the checklist on the order form (http://www.thecmp.org/Sales/pdfs/1orderform.pdf) and the Eligibility Requirements page to put everything together.  I ended up forgetting to put a copy of my HCP in there to fulfill the shooting requirement, but they contacted me via email and snailmail to let me know.  Emailed that to them and they processed the order about 3 business days later.   I did call once to get one of the CS ladies to walk me through the process.  She was very helpful, and I realized they weren't like the DMV (or DOS here in TN) where they're practically looking for an excuse to can your paperwork.

I threw that first post up as I was getting to work. Here's a bit more detail. It's a Springfield with a 4 million serial, which is actually a little disappointing. I was hoping to get one of WWII vintage. I guess that just means I have to buy another one. ;) Anybody have any ideas of how to sell that to the wife? I choose the Service Grade, but it's in wonderful condition. A tiny bit of wear at the barrel, but the wood is almost flawless. Makes me think it's reconditioned. The rest of the metal looks to be good as well. Muzzle rating of 1 and throat gage of 2. 4,200,001 to 4,399,999 Springfield Armory 1952 – 1954 Here's how it came. Some closeups.

Thanks for the ammo links. I've got to order clips and ammo asap. :)

Got my first M1 from the CMP. I've wanted one of these since I was 8!

Hey, Shore.  The best option I've found is the Charlie Haffner Memorial Range (CHMR) south of Franklin.  There's a couple of clay target shooting places in Nashville and a few other indoor ranges, but they're much more limited.  

I don't believe that was their intent at all.  They would have specified that up front if it were the case.

Really?  Color me surprised, then.  I haven't seen (and have a hard time imagining) 8 year old boxes matches today.   *EDIT* Oh, and don't get me wrong.  I don't think they kids have changed that much.  It's the parents and the legal system.

Can you imagine the wailing and gnashing of teeth if this were tried today?   http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=UgB5f-wOjpM    

I just sent them the following email, and I will certainly remember this action in the future.              

This chain reaction by businesses is going to do more harm than the legislation if it keeps up, which it appears it will.  These companies seem to be terrified of backlash from the public sentiment with the big boys like Wal-mart and Dick's leading the way.  It's truly a shame.

Good to know, djay. I wish more companies could see these kind of stories (good and bad) have a direct impact on their bottom line.

It's a refreshing thing to see a LEO stand up for a citizen's rights, especially when he could tell it was going to cost him some inconvenience. You could tell he was getting fed up with the airport guy.

In fairness the Carnival Kia thing was relevant in a newsworthy way due to him being a felon and not being allowed to posses a firearm.

Thanks! I did a quick Google search, and it turns out Kay Miculek live in Shreveport and got a degree from my alma mater La Tech. I spent my first 28 years in La and still have family in her area. I don't know if I'll be able to sell my wife on a 3-day class. She might not want to take the class that badly.

well played, madam, well played.

The bank president wasn't going to put up with this crap. Not sure what he could have done if the guy had just driven away, since I don't think it's legal to use lethal force in that instance. http://www.stltoday....4baebc1539.html David W. Thompson, the president of a Troy bank, was in his office Tuesday afternoon talking with a salesman about advertising when his receptionist buzzed him with an emergency. "David, we've got a problem," she told him. Thompson said he looked out his office window into the bank lobby of Peoples Bank & Trust. He saw that his tellers looked fearful. And he saw a man wearing a heavy jacket and a ghoulish Halloween mask calmly walk away from the tellers, carrying one of the bank's money bags. Thompson, 58, followed the man outside, onto the parking lot, and locked the bank door behind him. Thompson let the robber get to his truck — then Thompson pulled his personal handgun, a Colt .380, and pointed it at the robber's face before he could drive away, he told the Post-Dispatch. "Sir, get out of the truck," Thompson remembers demanding. "You're not going anywhere." And when the man put his hand in his jacket pocket, as if he had a weapon, Thompson scolded him again. "You don't want to go there," Thompson implored. "This will end badly." By that time, another bank official who also carries a concealed weapon had joined Thompson on the lot. "Now you have two guns on you," Thompson said. "Don't try anything." The robber, it turns out, had no weapon of his own. He only pretended to have one — but Thompson said he wasn't scared. "It worked out wonderfully," Thompson said Wednesday morning. "I had the element of surprise." The bank robber never took off his mask or said anything during the confrontation on the parking lot, Thompson said. He said he thought the man was on drugs because he walked slowly and had slow movements to his right and left. Thompson said he pulled the man from the truck and stood between the robber and the truck. Thompson could hear the sirens in the distance. Police arrived within 60 seconds of the time the bandit walked out of the bank. Police forced him to the ground and pulled the mask off his face. The man's eyes looked a bit dazed, Thompson said. Thompson didn't recognize the man but one of his tellers later said she did. Police opened the man's wallet, and Thompson saw a debit card for Peoples Bank, at 430 East Wood Street. "That's when I realized he was one of our customers," Thompson said. The man, Donald R. Lee, 58, of the first block of Ruby Drive in unincorporated Lincoln County, was charged with first-degree robbery. His bail was set at $50,000 cash-only. Afterward, Thompson did some research on the suspect. Lee had opened an account with the bank in April, Thompson said. The man had walked into the bank a few minutes before the lobby was to close for the day. There were about 60 employees in the three-story building and about three customers in the bank, Thompson said. The man had ignored, and brushed right by, two bank employees who told him to take off the Halloween mask. The teller also told him to remove the mask, but he said, "No, you gotta give me all your money." The tellers then saw the masked man put his hand in his coat pocket, indicating he had a gun. Thompson credits his tellers for their handling of the situation. "They did exactly what they were supposed to do," he said. "They stayed calm and nobody caused a stink." Thompson said his own training kicked in, too, and he knew to let the robber get outside — so his workers were safe —and to lock the door behind him. He wasn't scared. Mad is more like it, he said. "I didn't have time to get scared," Thompson said. "I was excited. Your adrenaline pumps. He robbed a bank, he menaced my employees — and I don't allow that," said Thompson, a life member of the National Rifle Association who proudly supports conceal-carry laws. When he got home Tuesday night, his wife ordered him a "victory pizza. " He was so giddy from nabbing the bandit that he didn't get to sleep until about 1 a.m. Wednesday. Thompson, who was born and raised in Lincoln County, has been with the bank 36 years. It is a family-operated business. He started as a bookkeeper in 1978 and was promoted to president about nine years ago. He was mowing the grass at the bank when he was 8 years old and his father ran the bank. His father is now 82 years old and is chairman of the board. This is the first bank robbery in Thompson's tenure. There was a robbery in the 1930s, he said. As the story goes, the two brothers who robbed the bank were caught by police and served their time. When they were released from prison, "they came back to their hometown and became fairly responsible citizens and customers of the bank." Thompson said, "If this guy (from Tuesday's robbery) wants to serve his time and come back, I can't say I wouldn't let him be a customer."

My wife expressed some interest in a handgun class, but wants women instructors. Does anyone know of a basic class in Middle TN that is women-only and has women instructors?

Done.

My dad squirrel hunts in the Tensas Wildlife Refuge in La every year. I've got with him several times and found homesteads in the middle of what is now 80k acres of swamp and bottomland hardwoods. The one that I can remember best was a crumbling house with a small corrall and the rusting shell of a Studebaker truck. We never investigated the houses or anything, but when I stopped and really looked at the woods around the house, I noticed some of the trees were smaller in a linear path and had some low spots that might have been ruts. Figured that was where the road used to be 80 years ago. They had built the house next to a river, and there might have been some remants of a small dock if I remember correctly. After driving down gravel roads for 30 minutes, riding a 4-wheeler for almost an hour, walking for 4 hours and then finding a house is still hard weird to me. I can't imagine the isolation these folks lived in. Not a find, but a spooky story. I went hunting down there one winter with my dad and bro-in-law. Dad and bro-in-law went in the woods together, and I headed off on my own. We got started around 3pm and after a few hours I started back to the road, navigating by compass. It gets dark really quickly in those woods, and, since I didn't have a flashlight, I wanted to get back to the road before it got dark. Those woods are pretty dense with lots of undergrowth. Specifically these fan-shaped Palmetto bushes that sound like you're walking through brown paper bags when you brush them. I'd been walking slowly for about 15 minutes and wasn't sure how much farther it was to the road when I started to think I was hearing something moving other than me. I casually stopped and listened, but didn't hear anything. I shrugged and kept on. As soon as I started walking, I heard the noise again. It sounded like something moving through the Palmetto, but I was making enough noise that I couldn't distinguish b/w me and the other noise. I could tell it was behind me and to the right, though. Figured I'd be clever and this time I stopped as I was passing a big tree that would shield me from anything in that direction. The noise stopped as soon as I stopped moving. At this point I'm wondering if I'm just paranoid. Headed back out and the noise was getting a little louder. Definitely not my imagination. Tried stopping mid-stride a couple of times at random just to see if I could get whatever it was to take one more step. No go. The noise just kept stopped as soon as I did. I found a tree, put my back against it and stood there for a while. I figured if it's a bear or other woodland animal it will move soon. The sunlight was fading quickly and it was already getting hard to see. Not having a light I DID NOT want to be in those woods with something behind me and not be able to see anything. I consulted the compass, picked a heading perpendicular to the road and worked on my speed walking, checking my six every 10 yards or so. Finally hit the road, but was separated by a narrow, but deep ditch full of water. I had rubberized knee-length boots on for wading through the swampy pools, but I could tell this was deeper than that. At this point I was a little spooked and just said screw it. Waded about two steps through thigh deep, 45 degree water, which filled my boots to the brim. Dumped them out and headed down the road to find the truck and waited for Dad and bro-in-law to get back. I never said anything to them, for obvious reasons. A couple of hours after we got back to the camp, bro-in-law said, "Did you hear anything while you were in the woods?" with this smile on his face. He had separated from Dad and run across me on the way out, then decided to follow me. He could see me as long as I was moving, and he would freeze when I did. As long as he didn't move, I couldn't see him in the camo. I told him he was lucky I didn't shoot him!

it's killing you waiting for someone to respond isn't it?