One morning recently I was on my KTM 525 MXC sitting just below the trail head to “SUPER SECRET TRAINING LOCATION 2”. To get to SSTL2, you pop off Highway 121 where there is a narrow looking trail going up rather steeply to the top of the hill. It looks daunting, but it’s really no problem.
I was sitting there adjusting my neck strap and gloves after having to stop to take a cellular call when a Jeep Wrangler Safari pulled up. It hurt my eyes it was so shiny new. The driver and his girl (smokin hot redhead) were wondering if they could make it up that trail as it looked too narrow, so they asked me if I thought they could make it up.
I told them it was plenty wide enough if they take it easy. I explained how I used to go up it all the time in my Chevy 2500. The driver… the boy… was unconvinced.
At this point a pair of Ford F-350’s came down the trail. The second truck was pulling a trailer with a Bobcat on it.
I looked back at the boy, winked at the girl, flipped my visor down, and took off down the highway. A mile later I looked back. There was the Jeep. The boy didn’t sack up and try it.
Recoil & Recoil.
I remember the first time I ate a Jalapeno. It made me cry. I was young… still watching Saturday morning cartoons. Just a kid. I think we had just moved to Fircrest, Washington. I remember going into the kitchen and seeing these peppers on the counter. Don’t remember why, but I picked up the pepper off the counter and started eating it. Never had one before, seen one even. I was unprepared and unfamiliar with the heat of that little thing. Thought I was going to die.
Now, if I’m in the mood, I can eat them whole like I would a carrot or something. I’ve learned to enjoy the heat. Tolerance is the word. I built up tolerance to the heat and found I liked the flavor. Took some time of course, but now I do not consider them to be all that hot.
Much is the same with recoil. Especially with Shotguns. I don’t mind the recoil and I enjoy the devastating results a shotgun can give you. People perceive spicy food’s heat, and recoil differently. This is based on familiarity and tolerance of the thing. The more you are exposed to it, the less it effects you. It’s not that one guy is packing more sack than the other guy… it’s just a matter of getting used to it.
Speaking of hot peppers in Fircrest. I remember pranking my brothers, Josh and Zack. I coated a couple apples in Tabasco Sauce. Multiple Coatings, let dry, coat some more, and let dry again. The apples looked normal. Then I made sure there was nothing in the fridge to drink. Then I filled the faucet with Tabasco.
Like a good big brother, I offered my brothers the apples. In a very short amount of time, the boys were in great distress and running around… they ran to the fridge… nothing… they ran to the sink. One of them put his head under and opened the tap. Hilarity ensued.
To this day I feel bad about it… but still laugh at the memory of it.
Speaking of Recoil. I got the latest issue of Recoil Magazine on my Nexus 7 Tablet. I had little interest in it, as I had cancelled the subscription. But since I knew Ian took over as Editor & Chief I thought I might give it a look through. I’m impressed. The magazine is good. I’m not through reading the issue, but I am liking everything I’m seeing. It’s less GQ with guns and more Gun Magazine, with Style. It makes most news stand gun rags look tired and old. If they keep it up, I’ll renew my subscription.
What we are dealing with.
The Video is found HERE. She is a complete idiot and thinks you can’t reload a magazine. The problem that I have with this, is not that she’s rock hard stupid… but that idiots like her have force MagPul to relocate… costing Colorado 600 jobs, and a Private Business potentially millions of dollars in the expense and interruption of commerce.
Our Nation is being “Lead” by the most idiotic, self righteous, ignorant, and incompetent people we’ve ever seen. These fools are in charge.
Guns are not the Problem
A well spoken young lady.
The Ogre onTwitter
Yes, I’m on Twitter now. George H Hill there, like on Face Book. On Twitter it’s @georgehill1911 is the… er… Twit name? Tweet name?
I hit that more frequently than updating MadOgre.com.
Dear Utah State Legislature
Dear members of the Utah State Legislature,
Your failure to pass Constitutional Carry was deeply disappointing to me. Sure the Governor vetoed it, but this is a Governor who is obnoxious and disliked. He’s a Rino at best, and a total jackwagon on top of that… he’s not going to win the next election. So what if he vetoed it? Your Constituents wanted it. The people who voted you in, wanted it. It would have put us in line with our fellow western states to the north and south of us. Colorado is nothing more than Eastern California, and thus doesn’t count… full of Broncos fans anyway. And Nevada is full of Unionized Gambling Addicts and Whores, so really, they don’t count either. Arizona, and Wyoming though… Our Brothers!
You’re jobs, by your very title “Representatives” need to represent us. We wanted Constitutional Carry. And you guys know it. It flew through the House and Senate so fast, it was unbelievable… so much momentum. Only to be stopped by pompous stuffed shirt? That’s not right. You guys could have taken it the very next day and Overridden that clown. You guys could have done that in a matter of minutes. You had the votes, your just had to cast them one more time… but you couldn’t do it. That was disappointing, but not as disappointing as what you guys did to the bill along the way.
Somewhere along the way you took Constitutional Carry and ruined it. You watered it down and made it useless. Not just useless… but you in fact made it even more dangerous. Just like the asinine Open Carry Law… you insisted on making concealed carriers run unloaded. Open carry, unloaded, is dangerous. It puts the Citizen behind the 8-Ball in reaction to a criminal action. You in fact, make the Citizen a Target for a criminal attack, because the Criminal knows the Citizen is unloaded! And you did the same thing to Constitutional Carry? That’s reckless. It’s in fact, irresponsible. Allow me to show you why.
It’s not just about speed, as this young man illustrated. It’s also adding in unnecessary manipulation that can be fumbled when the defensive tool is needed the most. A fumble here at such a critical moment could cause the gun to jam, or an accident to happen. There is no reason to insist on empty chamber carry. It’s wrong, and I don’t know any professional firearms instructor or expert that advocates it. You are putting Citizens at greater risk by insisting on Empty Chamber Carry. You guys need to fix the bill, vote it again and pass it… Then override this Governor who is single handedly blocking what your Constituents want done.
Crusader Pistol & Shotgun Training in WVA
Can’t watch Top Gear anymore
See what I mean? Jeremy Clarkson is the Mouth of Sauron. He’s always had bad teeth, but in seasons 17 and worse, 18, they are so bad that they are distracting and horrifying. You would think that a man making as much money as he is, could afford to know what a dentist is.
Maybe…
He is the most Tactical Man in the World. He’s Teeth are Disruptive Multicam Flat Dark Earth.
Briefest car ownership.
What has been your shortest period of car ownership?
I was studying the automotive market for Pony Cars yesterday, and I was reminded of a Mustang that I had briefly. I don’t remember the year and I don’t think I have a photo of it… but it was blue and had a V-6. It had a 5 speed manual, nice stereo, and every upgrade known to man to get more power out of the V-6… which was rated from the factory at only 210 horse powers and I don’t think it had any torques. Exhaust and cold air intakes, this V-6 was actually pretty energetic. It might have had upwards of 250 horses. I had it a day. I bought the car in Provo and then thought better of it as I brought it back the next day and traded it for a Subaru Legacy. And then a couple days after that, I drove it to Virginia and back, through some serious snow storms. I don’t think the Mustang would have allowed me to survive that. Thinking that was my shortest ownership of a car, I then remembered my Saab 900 Turbo. It was black with some rust and cheap wheels and the interior smelled like bubblegum. Back when I was working in IT in Salt Lake City, I found a guy selling a very nice SAAB 900 Turbo. It was low miles and then engine was great. Asking 1500 for it, it was probably worth that, but he was desperate to sell it. I only had 900 dollars, and said, I have this much cash so take it or leave it.
He took it. He filled out the Title and handed it to me, along with the keys, and I was off. I drove it around Salt Lake and started to really like it. I found myself flying south to Lehi, and then west… heading out to the West Desert. Where I wrecked it.
I was doing power slides and larking about like a jackass. It was in the middle of a pendulum turn, the car sliding sideways at full opposite lock when something happened. I’m not sure exactly what it was. Maybe a tire lost it’s bead and the wheel hit the ground. Maybe something broke. Or maybe Heaven’s Office Manager said that I can’t have a Saab. Which is fine, and I’ll explain why later. So anyways, there I was, sliding sideways around a curve… when all the sudden the horizon flipped over. And continued to flip about 9 more times. Maybe 11 more times. I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly counting. The Saab came to rest on it’s wheels. Or where the wheels should have been. One of them was just gone. I think it ended up in Nevada. The others were hiding up in the wheel wells. Out of the top of the hood protruded what I think used to be the struts. I was very lucky and pretty much unhurt. I was mostly scared of telling my bride that I just blew 900 bucks cash on a roller coaster ride.
I was contemplating how my wife was going to kill me, when another motorist who had a cell phone stopped and asked what happened. I said, “I don’t know, but I think I broke it.”
About an hour later the tow truck arrived. It was of course a flat bed wrecker driven by a man who was almost brought to tears by the site of the ruined Saab. He was a Saab fanatic and was rebuilding one of his own. One with a blown engine. As the story goes and luck would have it, by the time we reached I-15, he agreed to pay me 900 bucks for the remains of the car so he could take out the engine and use it in his car… and maybe any other useful bits that I didn’t destroy. Like the shift knob. He was happy. I was happy I wasn’t killed or going to get killed.
I’ve decided after that instance, that I hate Saabs. Total time of ownership… just over 2 hours.
I’ve become very boring.
My favorite gun is the classic old Remington 870.
I’ve got one just like this one… And it’s my personal favorite. An old Police trade in. Very basic. Mine has a two shot extension, but otherwise identical.