Lately I have spent a large amount of time among the "under 35" age group. Most all are in agreement that I am firmly stuck somewhere in the 20th Century, mostly between 1969 and the ensuing 25 years. I doth protest; until today.
A gorgeous, cloudless, mid '70's, glad to be alive day. I resolved to set my "office" chair out on the driveway for a 2nd vitamin D helping (walked 4 mi in the am) about 4 pm, my trusty "NRA American Rifleman" magazine in hand and an open mind.
Huh, an assortment of "plastic, striker fired" guns in all shapes and sizes offered for sale. "F(eatures), A(ssets), B(enefits) abound, and you can screw on a suppressor. Unfortunately, I can't be trusted with a "real" gun, only exposed hammer DA/SA with decocker for this moron. The tool at the Florida Mall this weekend demonstrated "proper, striker fired gun handling etiquette," his GF, not skipping a beat, deftly picking up his (striker fired) gat off the floor after shooting it in his pants.
All kinds of "collector" coins, knives, and "Male blood flow enhancers."
Then there's a "lever action AR type" rifle that says "why?" to me. At least you can screw a suppressor on.
I'll stop at the "steel cased 7mm Backcountry" round that gives "m.o.a. groups out to 500 yds from a 20" barrel." I can barely see a locomotive at 500 yds, much less shoot something with a vital area about a foot and a half square. I'm 71 now and even 40 years ago I'm not shooting something that far away.
Although I might, if'n I had a "scope that interfaces with a smartphone through advanced Bluetooth technology." I guess I could dial up that distant bull elk and ask him to hold still for another 30 seconds.
Only spent about an hour before thoughtfully depositing the mag in the recycle, saving the planet and all. I guess I have become my dad, but seeing as he was a pretty solid guy, I'm in good company. Joe
A gorgeous, cloudless, mid '70's, glad to be alive day. I resolved to set my "office" chair out on the driveway for a 2nd vitamin D helping (walked 4 mi in the am) about 4 pm, my trusty "NRA American Rifleman" magazine in hand and an open mind.
Huh, an assortment of "plastic, striker fired" guns in all shapes and sizes offered for sale. "F(eatures), A(ssets), B(enefits) abound, and you can screw on a suppressor. Unfortunately, I can't be trusted with a "real" gun, only exposed hammer DA/SA with decocker for this moron. The tool at the Florida Mall this weekend demonstrated "proper, striker fired gun handling etiquette," his GF, not skipping a beat, deftly picking up his (striker fired) gat off the floor after shooting it in his pants.
All kinds of "collector" coins, knives, and "Male blood flow enhancers."
Then there's a "lever action AR type" rifle that says "why?" to me. At least you can screw a suppressor on.
I'll stop at the "steel cased 7mm Backcountry" round that gives "m.o.a. groups out to 500 yds from a 20" barrel." I can barely see a locomotive at 500 yds, much less shoot something with a vital area about a foot and a half square. I'm 71 now and even 40 years ago I'm not shooting something that far away.
Although I might, if'n I had a "scope that interfaces with a smartphone through advanced Bluetooth technology." I guess I could dial up that distant bull elk and ask him to hold still for another 30 seconds.
Only spent about an hour before thoughtfully depositing the mag in the recycle, saving the planet and all. I guess I have become my dad, but seeing as he was a pretty solid guy, I'm in good company. Joe