After the incident in Waco, bikers are a little more in people’s awareness in this area. Last Friday, I was at a gas station on the way to the range. Waiting to meet my brother and sister-in-law, I was people watching (aka situational awareness) for about 15 minutes when two bikers pulled in to fill up.
Now the previous clientele had been the usual mix; family of 6 piling out of a mini-van, men and women just getting a fill up and a soda, etc. The two bikers weren’t that far out of the norm but definitely in full regalia; blue jeans, boots, leather vests. Didn’t see any colors on the back through.
Nothing to be greatly concerned about but I did pay a little more attention to them. They parked at the first available pumps; about 3 or 4 away from each other. One shut down immediately and moved to the pump. The other — well, I couldn’t figure out what he was doing until I saw him take off his helmet and remove a blue tooth head set. Clue number one to ease my concern.
Clue number two was the tune blasting out of the stereo……..Don’t you (forget about me) by Simple Minds.
I will neither confirm nor deny that I laughed or sung along with the soundtrack until he shut it down.
Situational awareness can be used to keep life interesting and fun.
I’m in my 50’s. Been into computers since High School; took the first computer programming class the school ever offered way back in ’81.
I should be very aware of storage capacity and limitations but some things sneak up on even the most aware. Today it really struck home how much things have changed.
I need to work on some documents at home so I sought out one of the USB thumb drives our marketing folks distributes as the industry version of ‘gimme’ caps.
My initial thought on looking at it was “How quaint*; 512 MB — not even a full Gig or a 2 Gig drive.”
Of course, there was more then enough room on the drive for all 200+ documents; not even 40 megs of worth of files. Realized I’ve been spoiled by how fast technology has advanced and how cheap components are now days. Makes me thankful for the times we do live in.
* Or something to that effect minus the sentence enhancers and more colorful phrasing.
Let’s talk about many people’s nemesis this time of year — the lowly ragweed plant. This thing is loaded for trouble and then some.
Ragweed is the biggest culprit in causing fall allergies, according to AAFA; there are 17 different species found in the United States, and it’s found most often in rural areas in the Northeast and Midwest.
“Scientists estimate that a single ragweed plant can release one billion grains of pollen over the course of ragweed season,” an AAFA fact sheet states*. “Ragweed pollen grains are light and are easily dispersed by the gentlest of breezes.”
1 Billion grains of pollen in a single season. Jiminy Crickets- no wonder I feel like someone’s stuffed a water balloon between my nose and eyeballs.
*- PDF alert
Why do I need an AR-15?
To satisfy a deep seated psychological need to flip a metaphorical finger at the gun grabbers.
Reading reports of this issue brought back a memory of a similar issue decades ago.
In 1981, horse meat labeled as beef was discovered at a Foodmaker plant that supplied hamburger and taco meat to Jack in the Box.
Yep, smart-alec Bob was working at Jack In The Box in 1981. This resulted in one of the many times I was called into the owner’s office for a brief discussion. As near as I can remember it went something like this.
Owner- “Bob would you care to explain why I had an irate customer calling me this morning”.
Bob – “Sure. I bet I can guess who it was and what it was about; some guy who stopped here last night to buy a burger. He was drunk; really really drunk. Kept going on about the story in the news”.
Owner – “He mentioned something about the news and how he asked you a simple question.”
Bob – “Well, he didn’t ask me a simple question. He kept asking the same question over and over again. Wouldn’t take any of the assurances you (even then I was smart enough to stick that in) told us to say.”
Owner – “So what happened to make him so mad.”
Bob – “I really don’t know. I tried to reassure him like you said but nothing but he kept asking if there was horsemeat in his burger and he didn’t want horsemeat.
So I assured him as I handed him the order that Jack In The Box does not use horsemeat but our burgers are 100% pure Kangaroo meat”.
I think the only reason I kept that job was the fact I was the only person who would consistently work the grave yard shift.
Spent a large chunk of the day sleeping in and lazing around the house; Life can be good even if it isn’t all spent at the range.
Later that day, I met up with a friend and reader Cormac (
didn’t ask if I could use his name, so for now he is Nameless) and headed out to the Super Secret Shooting Range aka The Club.
Nameless Cormac isn’t a member of the club so I did the usual nickel tour then headed to the pistol and rifle range. Oh boy, was my timing off. I thought that going later in the day made sense; hoping that most people showed up earlier then went to lunch.
Apparently many folks thought like I did — late lunch then show up to the range.
There was a large group of people taking up all the stations at the 200 yard range, a group of folks plinking away (with very high dollar firearms) on the 25 yard Rimfire only range, and a hand full of folks on the 50- and 100-yard ranges. The 25-yard range was plum full of folks. It was probably as busy it had ever been. Of course,
Nameless Cormac was a little shocked by that opinion. He pointed out there was no waiting line and it did have a couple of open spaces. I just smiled and pointed out the advantages of being a member of a private range.
We decided to start out on the plate rack on another 25-yard range. Unfortunately it was almost as if we were doing a nature television show “No plates were actually harmed in the process of filming or shooting at them”.
It wasn’t quite that bad but the steel industry won’t be running on high due to our shooting. We did manage to start knocking a few down consistently later though.
We took the time to punch some holes in paper targets at 25 yards also. Did better there and it was fun to shoot at that range; normally I practice at 7 or 15 yards. It was also humbling for me, I can see how much work I have to do.
Updated to include name and mention Cormac’s shooting with his Mosin — 3 shots in the bullseye that could have been covered with a quarter at 25 yards. He can stick around if there is a Zombie Apocolypse 🙂
Guests, Guests and more guests.
It was also very interesting to see how many people brought out guests to the club. I would say easily 1/3 of the people shooting Saturday afternoon were visitors to the club. I was glad to see them. I made sure to introduce myself and thank them for coming out.
So what did you do on Gun Appreciation Day?