Sunday, June 30, 2013

Tactical Rifle Skills, Take II

In April, I took a class from Double Tap, taught by the guys at 13 Zulu and struggled through the entire course.  In retrospect, part of the reason I struggled was that I was sick and on a ton of cold meds, so while I could see Mike and Casey's mouths moving and I could hear noises coming from them, not much was sticking.  Add the pharmaceutical help to my apprehension about making a fool of myself and I created my own recipe for disaster.  This became perfectly clear to me when I woke up excited to go to class, instead of dreading dragging myself out of bed.  I went into yesterday's class with a much better attitude.

I came away from the class in April having learned a lot, but I didn't realize exactly how much I learned until yesterday.  I was much more comfortable handling the rifle and was better able to make the connection between how I manipulate my pistol and how I manipulate the rifle.  Pretty much everything is the same, just on a bigger scale.  I sort of began to grasp that concept in the first class, but the light bulb went on this time around.  Suddenly, everything made sense.

I use a car analogy a lot when teaching pistol classes.  I'm constantly telling my students that if they can drive their car, they can get into pretty much anyone else's car and drive it.  It's just a matter of taking the time to orient themselves to the controls and such in the other car; otherwise, it functions the same way.  Just like pistols.  The pistol might look different, and the controls might be in different places than the controls in your car pistol, but it works the same way.

Now why the hell couldn't I make that connection between a semi-automatic pistol and a semi-automatic rifle?  Because I'm an idiot, that's why.  Once I made the connection, everything else just fell into place.  I didn't have to think about what I was doing when I had a double feed.  I already knew what to do from clearing them in my pistol - I just had to learn where the controls were.  There was nothing magical or difficult about it.

We started the day zeroing the rifles at 25 yards.  Most of my classmates were using optics of some sorts, but there were a few of us using iron sights.  After a couple of quick adjustments, I was where I wanted to be on target, then we started in on the lecture portion of the class.  Mike and Casey have a ton of real-world experience and it's always enlightening to listen to them.

I struggled with the fighting stance.  Having been primarily a Weaver shooter my entire shooting life, squaring up to the target is difficult for me.  It was much easier the second time around, but it's still a matter of re-training muscles that have been doing things one way for ten years. (I'm using pictures from the class in April, as I don't have any from yesterday's class)

I tried to square up, I really did, but I couldn't help cocking my shoulder back.
I don't have any pictures from yesterday's class, so I can only go by feel, and I was conscious of squaring myself up to the target and keeping my shoulders squared.  It felt awkward, and hopefully, it was correct.

The controls on the rifle are quite a reach for me, so I modified the techniques to work for my hands.  My thumb is sore today from constantly rotating around the tang - I had to move my hand forward to reach the mag release and then move it the other way to work the safety.  We learned two ways to "tac" reload: the "L" reload and indexing (I think that's what it's called).

The "L", required lots of concentration.
"Indexing" required even more concentration.

In the end, I modified the indexing reload.  My hands aren't quite big enough to go around the mag in a "beer can" hold, so instead of holding the mags like a beer can, I grasp them on the bottom and keep my index finger between as a spacer.  That method worked out very well for me yesterday, so I think I'll keep it.

I love the way the class started with the fundamentals: grip, stance, etc., and them moved us forward rapidly.  We covered far too much in six hours for me to write about it all, so I'll give you some highlights.

The 9-hole.  Oh, it's a bitch.  But it's an excellent way to encourage us (the students) to break out of the standing on the line and shooting mentality.  The 9-hole requires some creative problem solving and unorthodox stances.  It's an excellent training tool. My class mates with optics definitely had the advantage here - shooting iron sights was challenging with some of the positions. No two people shoot this the same.  Heck, I didn't shoot it the same way no matter how many times I ran through it.



We also did side-to-side rifle transitions.  I did okay with them in April, but got a lot more practice yesterday, because I can't follow directions.  Our directions were to load up two magazines with ten rounds apiece.  I had a brain fart and thought, "okay, twenty rounds" and then happily loaded up two twenty round magazines.  The drill was to complete the 9-hole, then stand and engage the steel targets utilizing side-to-side transitions until we were out.  Awesome!  I run through the 9-hole with only one make up shot, do my tac reload and start my transitions.  And kept going and going and going.  I was beginning to believe that I had stumbled across a magical Hollywood magazine like they have in the movies.  Ten rounds is a goodly number of transitions to do.  Twenty is torture.  But, by God, I went until I was dry.  I couldn't hold up my arms and it was taking me longer and longer between shots, but I did it.

Afterward, I was very careful to double check what we were supposed to be loading. I wasn't sure I had it in me to overcome that kind of a mistake again.  My arms are aching now just from the memory.

The "capstone" or "final exam" of the day is an exercise that encompasses all of the skills we learned throughout the day.  We partner up, engage our targets while moving, transition to our secondary weapon if necessary, cover each other on the reloads and then continue attacking our targets.  It's supposed to look something like this:



Mike and Casey make it look effortless because they are two halves of the same whole, I swear.  They've been working together long enough that I'm fairly certain they have their own telepathic communication going on and that they were only talking back and forth for our benefit.

It was a great class, and I'm glad I took it a second time.  So much more clicked for me and my confidence level with the carbine is much higher.  I'm looking forward to taking the next level of this course when it's offered.

If this looks like a class you'd be interested in, be sure to contact Double Tap.  It's worth every penny.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Why Can't We Just Have Fun?

One of the biggest selling points for me when teaching others to shoot is that it's FUN.  I've always said if you can get the giggle, you've got the shooter.

It never occurred to me that there was an attitude out there that it wasn't okay for women to have fun shooting, that it was only okay for them to shoot if they choose to for self-defense.  That the only reason women would want to shoot is because they're afraid.  I can't say that I've ever run into that. 

Obviously, other women have run into that attitude, as Natalie Foster discusses in her new video "Welcome to the Present".

She makes some valid points, go check out the video.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Revolver P0rn

I think I've mentioned before that I have a problem with gun lust. So, I thought I would share my unrequited lust with others.

Go here: https://www.geminicustoms.com/ruger-revolvers/

Drool.

You're welcome. 

Monday, June 3, 2013

This is Ridiculous

I know people are going bat guano insane right now when it comes to firearms and ammo, but enough is enough people. 

A couple of months ago, I was looking for an 18.5" barrel for my Remington 870 shotgun because a 28" barrel, while manly and really awesome for dusting clays and small birds in flight, doesn't "slice the pie" as easily as one might think when stuff goes "bump, CRASH!!!" in the middle of the night. I located a suitable barrel at your friendly, internet hub of all things gunnie, Midway USA, but I was disappointed to learn that my intended purchase was out of stock. I was offered the opportunity to request notification via email when said product once again was in stock which I did. 

That email arrived one hour and 15 minutes ago. Seeing as how I am at work and otherwise engaged in the business of covering my keister from the office politics of the day, I just now attempted to follow the link and see if my bank account would allow me to buy said barrel. 

Turns out my bank balance is a moot point as said barrel is already out of stock. AGAIN. 

Tease.

Back to the drawing board Wile E.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

I Love Momma Fargo!

She has generously donated a copy of her book for me to give away!

I loved the book and I know that this book can help a lot of parents, so I'm thrilled she is providing me with one for a give-away.  You have several ways to earn entries into the give-away and the contest will run until June 7th, 2013.

As you know, she threw down a challenge to Phil Robertson, and while she was gaining ground, now her numbers are slipping and we can help her rebound in the ratings.


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Sunday, May 19, 2013

The Boogie Man Is My Friend Book Review

Shamelessly stolen from the author.
If you've read Momma Fargo's blog, you might be expecting this book to be nothing but funny anecdotes from her time as a peace officer in Gotham City. You would be wrong.

As funny as Momma Fargo is, she can be deadly serious when the time calls for it.  In this book, she takes on a very serious subject: the Boogie Man.  He is real and it takes people like her to bring him to justice.

This book makes us, as parents, confront the fact that he Boogie Man is not some mythical creature that hides under our kids' beds or in their closets, but is a family member, neighbor, or highly regarded member of society.  Or sometimes the Boogie Man is just some transient creeper who leaves destruction in his wake.

Just as reality gets to be too much, Momma's cop humor comes through, giving us some much-needed relief.  Suddenly, it's crystal clear why LEOs (and firefighters and EMTs/Paramedics) need black humor to survive.

In addition to forcing us to open our eyes to the possibility of the Boogie Man being much closer than we would like, she gives us things to be aware of: like how the Boogie Man "grooms" not only the child, but often the family.  And, more importantly, she addresses how to keep our kids from negative interactions with the Popo in her "top 9 reasons why our kids are at this dysfunctional place".

I totally respect her for admitting that she, herself, was an absent parent and is trying to make up for that.  I get it; I was an absent parent myself, just trying to better our lives, and in the process let some important things at home slip.  That was perhaps the hardest part of the book for me to read, because if I'd been home more often, maybe I could have headed off a lot of problems my youngest son has.  Maybe my boys would have stayed in school and graduated from high school. Maybe, maybe, maybe...

There are parts of this book that are absolutely hard to read, I won't deny it, but it should be read and taken to heart by all parents.

Besides, how can you not read a book by a woman who has thrown down a challenge to Phil Robertson?  Yes, THE Phil Robertson, the Duck Commander.

As much as I love and respect the Duck Commander, he's going down!


Wednesday, May 15, 2013

You've Heard About Checks in the Mail, Right?

This is sort of like that...


That last line in the green section is of particular interest to me right now.

Bye bye NICS background checks. It was nice knowing you. No...not really. Don't let the door hit you on the butt on the way out.