When you can’t sleep… Write. Here is the scene from SILVERSHOT where our protagonist meets Mohtahe Okohke, aka Plague of Crows. She’s a Skinwalker, which according to Native American Lore in the Ute Tribe, is an evil shaman that haunts them, and causes sickness, death, and terror. Plague of Crows is all of that and more. Take a look:

Sleep must have taken me because I knew I had to be dreaming. I was once again standing in front of the mountain cabin. The snow on the cabin and around the area was completely gone and the ground was barren and muddy. I looked around with a distinct sense of both the familiar and a new strangeness. The once bright glass of the windows was coated in filth, broken, and some had rough boards hammered over the empty frames. Dim light seeped through where there should have been bright, warm light.

I walked up to the door with a couple rabbits that I had shot… good sized fat ones. Or at least they were in previous versions of this dream. I looked down at them they were no longer fat and juicy, but desiccated, with holes through the hide in patches that showed old rot, bones, and maggoty corruption. I dropped the rabbits.

When I pushed open the door, I expected to see the fun looking redhead from the strip. Instead, there was an Indian woman standing here. She was thin, with long, straight, black hair that had black crow feathers tied into some braids. She wore a tan buckskin dress with tribal decorations I’ve not seen around here before.

As she walked over to me, slowly, I realized that I was unable to move. Not even to flinch when she raised her hands and held my face. She had dark eyes and dark lips. She could have been beautiful… but something about her was off, and that made her unattractive. I felt a coldness in her hands. She pulled me down to her and gave me a kiss. Her lips were cold and dry and hard.

For just a moment, her presence felt familiar. Like I had seen her before. But I couldn’t place her. And then I remembered the church building in Dragon and seeing her up on the ridge after I came out of that perverse church building. Suddenly she bit my lip, too hard, too sharp, and the pain snapped me back to the moment and I pulled away from her.

One half of her face was young, almost beautiful but stark and angry. The other half of her face was bare skull, old and dead with no eye in the socket, The teeth on the skull side had a smear of blood that streaked down the bare bone of her chin.

She laughed at me and pushed me away, so hard I was sent half thrown, half stumbling across the room where I collided with the chair.

Darkness started swirling around her, like smoke. It pulled the light out of the single lit oil lamp left in the room and it grew dimmer and dimmer until the flame was barely a spark. The only other light was the orange glow coming from that empty eye socket. The swirling darkness started to fill the room, and I tried to back away from it, tumbling over the chair in front of the fireplace. But there was nowhere to go and the darkness reached me.

When it touched my hand, there was pain as if the fingers in my hand were broken. I looked at my hand and could see it and my arm shriveling and drying up. I could feel it in my boots, then up to my knees. I could feel my very life being pulled out of me, into that vortex of darkness. All I could see now was a pinpoint of orange light, coming from that eye socket, which was getting closer. I didn’t know if it was coming to me, or I was going to it. The very air in the cabin was a howling wind that carried my scream with it.

I was still screaming when I suddenly woke up with my chest aching, breathing hard, and my heart beat thumping like crazy.

“You need four things out here,” the grizzled old man said. He was old enough to be one of the fossils that littered the area. Covered in enough dust, he was the same color. “Fuel, water, ammunition, and a purpose. If you’re missing one of those things, you might as well just kill yourselves right now.” The old man laughed at his own humor, but it came out like a dry coughing fit.

Jane nodded to the old man with a smile and then turned away, dismissing the unsolicited advice and turning back to her cycle. She had listened to the locals long enough to know that they are either batshit insane, want something from you, or they are setting you up for something bad. But sometimes she needed them, and that pissed her off.

Marshall was already sitting on his cycle, letting the engine come up to temp. He had packed up quickly as soon as the sky got light enough to see and was ready to go.

Aaron was pushing his cycle out of the garage. The fresh tread on his new tires made Jane envious. But she grinned as she thought of all the miles it would take before those nobbies smoothed out enough that it didn’t vibrate his nuts until they were numb. Still, he had new treads and she didn’t. She’d have to get some as soon as possible. The terrain in this region was not easy on tires.

Jane opened a small pouch on her tank bag and pulled out three coins. “Here you go, Mister. Three duckets for a night’s rest and use of some tools as agreed. We appreciate it.”

As she turned around with the coins in her hand, she turned into the muzzle of a hacked-off gauge. The old man was grinning ear to crooked ear. “Damn.” She muttered.

“Maybe I’ll just take all of it and kill you three right now. Could sell those machines and have enough to move to the coast.”

Jane slowly raised her hands. “You don’t want to go down this road, mister.” The old man’s grin twisted and one eye started to close as he sighted down the barrel of his hacked gauge.
Suddenly the man’s head erupted in a chunky gore fountain and the echo of a gunshot bounced off the building and canyon walls.

“Damn it, Marshall!” Jane yelled as she wiped old man’s brain chunks off her jacket. One chunk was hard and she picked it off. It was a gold tooth. She put that in a pocket and pulled out a rag to clean up the blood splatter. “You could have waited a second till I backed up a step.”

Marshal just grunted as he holstered the long barreled magnum he kept under his jacket in a shoulder rig. “I hated that guy since I first saw him… he was sketchy. Didn’t trust him.” Marshal’s voice sounded like it was as dry and full of dust as his cycle’s air filter. This also explained why he kept his jacket open since they pulled up, even though it was cold at night. “Didn’t like the way he looked at you.”

Jane put the coins back in her bag and turned to the crumpled body. The shotgun pistol was still clutched in the old man’s chilling hand. It was rusted, cracked, and useless. Jane kicked it away from the body in case rigor made the trigger finger contracted enough to fire the gun. She went through the pockets and found a lighter and a packet of instant coffee. She took both and stood up.

“Can we get out of here?” Aaron asked as he pulled his goggles down over his helmet. He wore an old fashioned motocross helmet because he liked the vintage style. His goggles were new tech though. Full data streams and eye tracking. A strange meld of the ancient and new that worked well with Aaron’s style. He did a lot of things the old fashioned way. Like his coffee. He actually used a burner to heat the water and not a flash induction coil. Jane didn’t understand why he preferred to take a couple of minutes to wait for hot coffee when he could have it in seven seconds. He claimed there was a better flavor, but she didn’t buy it.

She threw her leg over the seat of her cycle, kicked the stand up, and hit the starter. There was a high pitched whine as the turbine spooled up. With a low thump the ignition kicked in and fired the fuel-air mixture. A moment later the engine RPMs were up to speed and she was ready to go.

Aaron started his cycle. The big bore Twin-V-Twins burbled to life after a couple of coughing starts. The engines were older than the bike’s frame, but Aaron loved them. They were ancient and Earth-Made. But they were efficient and reliable. Aaron could keep up with the other bikes, so they had to have enough power output. He patted his tank like a cowboy would pat the neck of his horse. Sometimes, he even talked to it. Not to the engine management system or the nav-comp, but to the bike itself, like it could listen and understand him. Strange.

Jane pulled down her lid and cinched the chin strap. Her HUD lit up and showed her machine’s telemetry data. The warning lights from yesterday were gone thanks to the night’s opportunity to wrench and wire without worrying about feral packs or ROUSs. When all the system checks were completed, she looked over at Aaron and Marshal. “Come on. Let’s roll.”
She didn’t wait for a response. She opened the throttle and feathered out the clutch, and her cycle surged forward like it was shot out of a cannon.

The three Riders tracked Spinward in a wedge formation, Jane on point. Three plumes of dust rooster tailing behind them.

After a high-speed burn across the open desert that was called “The Great Capacious Ocean”, Jane eased off the throttle. They had been riding all day, stopping only for a few minutes to drink and drain. This last stretch had been a sprint to the finish. Two of the bikes slowed and stopped in a small clearing off the main track. They were close to the Grand Banks that she had been warned about approaching. If you wanted to get out of the Ocean, you had to get up on top of the Grand Banks. To do that, you had to get up the Ramp and through the Gates.

Jane looked around. The Great Capacious was once one of the largest and deepest bodies of water in known space. Once. They had been riding for two weeks just to cross this dust bowl and the sight of the edge made her excited. She pulled off her helmet and looked around. Dust and trash. A hundred years ago, there was supposed to have been good fishing here. Before the Cataclysm. There were a few skeletons of old boats around. Usable materials were scavenged a long time ago, all that was left were keels and main bulkheads too heavy to make off with.

Marshal shook out his dreadlocks and pulled off his armored jacket. Sweat and salt-stained, his black shirt looked grey and old. Almost as old looking as his bike, which was brand new only a couple months ago.

Jane’s machine was looking no better. Dust and grit combined with high speeds had stripped much of the paint off all the leading edges. The machine started its familiar cool-down ticking even before the turbine stopped spinning.

Aaron was coming in. He had been lagging behind a little, keeping an eye on their six to make sure no one was following them. No one was.

Jane didn’t have to look. The rumble of those big pistons announced his position down to the centimeter. She held out a water bottle, knowing he would be there in a second to take it. She grinned as the bottle was plucked from her hand. He had caught more dust than her or Marshal had, being behind them, so he was full-on monochrome. Aaron emptied the water and carefully tucked the bottle away so they could refill it later.

“How are we doing on fuel?” Aaron asked after he wiped off his lips. He was getting low, and knew the other cycles were even more thirsty than his.

“I’ve got another thirty miles,” Jane answered.

“Twenty,” Marshal noted.

Aaron got off his bike and unstrapped a small fuel can. He poured some into his tank, more into Marshal’s, and the last of it into Jane’s. “This should be enough to get us up top to the Station.”

“Hopefully they have fuel.”

“They always have fuel.”

“Hopefully they have fuel that they can sell,” Jane said as she stretched, glad to be off the bike again.

Marshal glassed the upper edge of the Grand Bank and noted the positions of the cannons there. Ancient rifled cannons lined the edge where the sky and ground met. Huge barrels aimed out into the Ocean as a warning to those that might have bad intentions. The guns were old, but the cybernetic targeting computers were state of the art and that made for a brutally effective combination. What High Order Explosive Shells didn’t take care of, the Las-cannons did. One blast could cut an APC in half.

“We’ll stay the night here and go up in the morning,” Marshal said. Jane was fine with this.

Aaron looked around. “No Ferals?”

“Didn’t see any for the last hour,” Marshal said.

“They mostly come out at night. Mostly.”

Jane snorted. “Don’t worry, Aaron. You’ll be fine.”

Aaron had been nervous about the dogs and rats ever since one bit his foot while he was asleep. He almost lost the toe to the bite, and the foot to the infection.

They had just set up camp when the Night passed over them. Day and night cycled at the Earth normal 24-hour mark. This annoyed Jane as it felt like the days were too short. Athens had a civilized day night cycle of 30 hours, which meant her wristwatch was useless here. She had clasped the watch band around her handlebars so she wouldn’t lose it. Keeping it on meant looking at it out of habit, and that threw her day off.

Marshall took the time to strip and clean. Once he had washed down with moist Baby-Wipes, he let himself air dry by stretching out on his bedroll. His feet hung off the edge. Marshall was tall, dark-skinned, and considered handsome by most folks. The dreads were getting long, not because it was a fashion or style thing, but because they’ve been out a long time running.

Aaron tinkered with his bike for a bit before he decided to turn in. He was always doing that, even if the bike didn’t need it. “Gotta keep the old girl happy” he’d say.

Jane understood it though. They depended on their machines like the Cavalry of old depended on their horses. Before the Cavalry took care of themselves, they took care of the horses first. Priorities. That and Aaron’s bike had problems with intake filtration that Marshall’s and her bike didn’t have. Turbines sucked in everything and blew it out hot.

Before she laid down for the night she pulled out a small black sphere. The Sentry-Bot. She tapped it three times on the top and the little bot started to hum. Small blue lights under the surface flashed and little induction pods unfolded, glowed, and the bot lifted off her gloved hand. It hovered for a moment and then climbed up into the dark. She caught a glimpse of a couple more blips of blue light before it went stealth and hung in the air silent and invisible.

The Sentry-Bot was a small robot designed for campers. It would scare away animals that could hurt anyone sleeping by flashing harmless laser lights at them. If that didn’t work, the Bot would set off audible alarms in various tones inaudible to humans and if that didn’t work, it would go audible to humans. It could stay up for as long as fourteen hours if needed. Usually available at any sporting goods store for about 30 duckets. Jane’s had a customized hers to add a couple more features. One of which was to allow remote access to a small multi-spectrum camera array.

After verifying the Sentry-Bot was operating in the right modes, Jane pulled out her notebook. An old fashioned paper notebook bound with a simple spiraled coil of wire. It was thick with inserted scraps, data sheets, flexible PDAs, and anything else thin and light. The cover was torn in a couple of places that strips of adhesive tape held it together. Elastic bands held the rest of the stuff inside the notebook. The total collection of a decade’s worth of research. It was as adhoc and confusing as a method of collection, but to Jane it all made sense. She was able to flick through the leaves of paper and scraps and retrieve any bit of data she wanted faster than she could type in a request into any type of computer, or vocalize a request into a PDA.

She quickly flicked to a section highlighted in faded blue along the edge and opened the pages wide. A scrap almost fell out, but a thumb had caught it. The scrap had a small sketch on it. This scrap she picked up from ruined school on the planet Hector 3.

Hector 3 had been abandoned by a race of aliens, similar to the classic humanoid shape, but with an extra set of eyes and nostrils. The planet had been abandoned long before human contact. The ruins on Hector 3 were ancient and little evidence of sentient life remained on the surface. Underground though, things were preserved quite well. Including scrolls and books. Deciphering the history of the Hectarians wasn’t what interested Jane. It was this sketch. She looked at it once again… for the hundredth time if it was the first time.

It was a small simple sketch of a dragon. What made this sketch interesting was the isolation of the race of aliens that drew it. They wouldn’t have had contact with other species of Sentients. And yet here was a dragon. Humans from Earth arrogantly thought that dragons had been the invention of their own creativity. Turns out they were wrong.

Jane had found fables and legends of dragons in almost every culture, in almost every sentient race, across nine galaxies. All from pre-contact eras. Everyone had stories of dragons. And all of them had similarities enough in their descriptions that there had to be something more than coincidences. If the planet had a Nitro/O2 Atmo, there be dragons.

Most scientists dismissed this as a coincidence. Shared storytelling from early space travelers and wanderers. Jane had a different theory. It was the dragons that were the early travelers. Unfortunately finding any actual physical evidence had been elusive. Until last year. Her hunt had brought her to a Bizarre on one of the oldest planets in known space, Eridani.

Jane had been searching for projectiles for an Eridani firearm she had already purchased when she found a clear crystal sarcophagus that contained what looked like a preserved baby dragon. The only thing that the proprietor of the shop would give her was the name of an Earth-Human university professor Thull Chafe who was said to be the one who discovered the sarcophagus. This started the hunt for Thull Chafe which took three world jumps to track down.

The night was uneventful for Jane. She slept well enough. She woke up slowly, opening one eye first. Then the other. She listened, then looked around. Marshall was rolling up his gear as Aaron was making coffee and rehydrating a nutrient mash that was supposed to be like scrambled eggs.

“About time,” Aaron said. “Here you go. Breakfast in bed.” He handed her a small plate and a cup of steaming hot coffee.

“Thanks, Aaron.” She said. He only grunted in acknowledgment, as he sat down to his own food. Marshall finished up packing his gear and sat down close by and helped himself to the rest.

“I could kill someone for some salt and sugar,” Marshall grumbled but downed the breakfast nonetheless. Once done he leaned back against what was once a huge ship’s keel. He looked around, “So how was this an ocean? What happened? What was this cataclysm?”

As Jane got dressed, Aaron explained. “This world didn’t use to be a Ring. Eighty years ago it was a Dyson Sphere. The biggest one ever. Then something punched it. The impact shattered one side and blew out the other. All that mass added to the sun made it hotter. Surface water vaped off over the years. The underground water won’t last.”

“So why is the world called ‘Deirdre’?” Marshal asked.

“Because it was once beautiful and has a tragic end. It’s a Lore thing. A beautiful woman that ends up with her head smashed open.” Aaron said.

“There’s more to the story, Aaron.” Jane said as she shook out her armored jacket.

My name is Micha Orlov, and I’m a photographer. Or at least, I used to be. Until I found what I call the Method. You see, my Grand Father was a priest back in Russia. Our family lived in Moscow until Napoleon burned it… The whole city. Including my grandfather’s church. I wasn’t there, but I remember the stories. The stories made it seem real to me like it was for them.

How my grandfather came running out of the church, robes, and hat on fire, carrying the bible under one arm and the box under the other. The Bible was fine, but the box was burned. That’s probably why it’s special.

It’s made of wood, mostly. Gopher Wood, my grandfather had claimed. Wood from the Ark of Noah, he said. The wood was blackened and charred on the outside, but still intact. Around the edges and corners was intricate silver inlay shaped like tiny silver leafy vines. The vines wrapped up over the Lid too, and in the back formed the hinge, and in the front, the latch. It’s beautiful, which is why we kept it in the family. The charred wood was a striking contrast to the bright silver vines.

In the church, it was on the alter and my grandfather’s prayer scrolls were kept in it… but it was said that the scrolls were just ash when he opened the lid.

I remember my grandfather’s hands. They were scared. As wrinkly as his skin was, the skin on his hands was tight, stretched, and mottled from the burns. In places, it was as if his flesh had melted. This had given me nightmares as a child.

They immigrated to America a few years later. My grandfather and his new wife, my Grandmother, was pregnant at the time with my dad.
When my Dad was still a teenager, my Grandmother, died of illness. Her ashes were kept in the box for years until my Grandfather’s Ashes were added.

It was when we moved west that we lost the ashes. The wagon wheel broke crossing a river and things went sideways. I saved the box from being swept down river… but my grandparents were gone. After that, the box was just used for keepsakes. Little special odds and ends that my father thought were too precious to just sit on a shelf. Like this pocketwatch that he never would even let me touch. It’s mine now, so I just wear it every day. It keeps perfect time, so it’s too good not to use, right?

I learned photography in school and found I had a knack for it. I even made my own camera. I couldn’t afford to buy one, so I used parts from the school’s broken cameras. lenses from one, shutter mechanism from another. I made the camera body and tripod myself.
The chemicals for development weren’t too expensive so I was able to make my own darkroom at home. What was expensive though, was the film.

I worked jobs around town to buy film. I worked as a cowboy and a ranch hand. Helped make deliveries for folk. But all the while, when I had time, I took pictures and practiced my hobby. I took photos of the town and the people for free at first, And when people saw the results, I started getting commissions and selling them to the newspaper. After that, I didn’t have to work so many jobs. Things were good.

When Mom and Dad passed on I used the box for my special lenses. And then later I put some film in there. Good high-quality stuff I wanted to use for special occasions.

That’s when I found the method.
That’s why I can take photos of them. The others.

The lenses I had put in the box, made the difference. You see, with just the film, film that I put in the box, I’d get these smudges during development. At first, I thought I screwed something up but I could see the smudges on the negatives too. Thought maybe it was something on the lenses, or in the camera. But I know my camera in and out. Then I found everything was fine until I used the film I had put in the box. The smudges were always different too. So I knew it wasn’t an artifact from something in the process. It was the box.

Then one day, I used one of the lenses I had kept in the box with the film. And the result was perfect clarity.

There is something about the box. I can only guess that the holiness of what had been the box was tainted by Napoleon’s burning of the church, and the box. My grandfather’s prayer scrolls, through the acts of hatred and evil. And that corrupts the purity of the silver that’s in the film. I guess. I don’t know. This isn’t really my area of expertise. I’m just a photographer, not an alchemist. I know how to use it, but I don’t know what makes it work.

Since I found the Method, I’ve been able to take pictures of the others. That’s what the smudges were… what I call the others. The others are… Well, most are people… people that died. But they’re still here. Look at these photos here. The crowds. Almost all of them in this picture… weren’t there went I took the picture. But the film caught them. See how the trailing edges are just slightly blurred? Those are the others… the ghosts. You can call them ghosts if you like. Or spirits.

See this picture? The bright person there? That’s an Angel. He’s following that girl. Look close at the faces. They look related huh? You know what I think? I think that angel is going to become her son. I’ve been doing this for thirty years. I’ve seen folks grow up, grow old, pass on, and I’ve seen their ghosts. And I’ve seen these angels in the flesh years later.

You’re going to ask about the other ones. The dark ones. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?

Yeah, I got pictures of them too. You don’t want to see them. Because you can’t take that back. You can’t unsee them. You can’t forget what you see. And you won’t be able to sleep right for a long time. It’s like finding out that all of your nightmares are true. I keep those pictures in a special book locked in my safe. Don’t want anyone to accidentally find it and look at them.

I showed the pictures to a priest that had come out from Denver. Good long-time Catholic priest like my Grandfather was. That was a mistake. I shouldn’t have done that to him. Heard that he isn’t a priest anymore… but I don’t know if that’s true or not. I would think it would strengthen your faith, not wreck it. And you don’t look like you have any faith either way. So I don’t know what it’s going to do to you.

Okay, If you insist. I’ll get the book. But first… Let me just get you ready for this. Demons are real. They walk the earth. They were never human, never going to be human… not like Angels. Angels are people that just ain’t been people yet. Demons… they’re corrupted. Chaos and hate made into form. Everything rotten and wrong with the world all condensed into these… beings of pure evil.

Okay, you ready to see?

Uprising USA:
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Uprising UK:
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The Shadow Over Miskatonic:
Coming Soon.

Silvershot:
Coming Sometime after TSOM.

Privateer:
Coming Sometime after Silvershot.

Kasserine Lost:
Coming Somtime after Privateer.

Vibrant Darkness:
Coming Sometime after Kasserine Lost.

Sanctuary:
Coming Sometime After Vibrant Darkness. 

CONGRATULATIONS! You are taking your first steps into a new world, into the “Gun Culture”. Hopefully with a little coaching here those steps will turn into a run. First off, we’ve got to define what that Gun Culture really is. Because the Mainstream Media will have you believe that the Gun Culture is full of banjo-playing, illiterate racists. This is not the case. For over the last decade I’ve been selling guns professionally. I’ve sold some guns to people that, yes, could be called banjo playing illiterate racists. But I’ve sold far more guns to people who can not be categorized and labeled in such a manner that the Media could so easily dismiss them.

Some of my best customers were Lawyers, Doctors, and other Professionals that spent years in studying and working in their fields. Published Authors, Artists, and Musicians. Radio Hosts and DJs. Scientists in the fields of Archeology, Geology, Biology, Physics, and actual Rocket Science. Several actual Rocket Scientists, yes. People who went to the big named prestige schools. People who went to State schools. People who’ve only gone to Community schools. I’ve sold guns to people who’ve never set foot in a college or even graduated high school. I’ve sold guns to Oil Barons, Roustabouts, and Roughnecks. I’ve sold guns to CEO’s and Celebrities. Cooks and Cashiers. The old and the young. Immigrants from north, south, east, and west of all of our borders. Fathers and sons. Mothers and Daughters. I’ve sold guns to all kinds of people. I’ve sold guns to Liberal Hipsters that brought their Starbucks cups in with them to the gun counter. Peace and Beads tie-dyed hippies who drove VW Vans with flowers on the sides and wore sandals. I’m not kidding, he bought a high-end 1911 and a tactical shotgun that he brought to one of my training courses.

You can’t pigeonhole the American Gun Owner, because he or she is everyone. We are everyone. The one thing we all have in common is that we are Americans.

The media would have you believe that there is something wrong with owning a gun. They try to take a moral high ground that firearms are traditions of the past fit only for history books. Let me tell you, there can be a lot of history in a firearm. And if you are an intelligent person, you’ve already picked up on that. A firearm, regardless of what it is or what type, is a time machine. Pick up your Grandfather’s old rifle. Feel the heft of it, the balance. Now close your eyes and imagine your Grandfather, young and strong stalking through the deer fields. Can you feel that connection? You connected to your Grandfather through time and have just caught a better understanding of who he was. And who you are.

Some of you don’t understand anything I’ve just said and can’t comprehend this because maybe your Grandfather never had a gun or you’ve never been allowed to see it. Or you were not lucky enough to have this tradition passed to you. Others know exactly what I’m talking about because they’ve done just that and have felt the connection. You don’t get that connection from any other object that might be passed down through the family. Not even through photographs. Maybe a Motorcycle, but that’s another topic.

America has a gun culture stemming from the very first pilgrims and explorers to land in the New World. They brought with them the tools that they needed to survive in the new world. Hammers, Axes, Drills and Saws. And the Gun. By coming into this American Gun Culture you are really embracing who you are as an American. Be proud of that. Never apologize for that. And never back down from that.

Most people get into guns for fairly specific reasons. Some are collectors and historians. Others want a gun for home or personal protection. Some for hunting. Others because of the shooting sports. And some just want to have something to plink with on occasion. So I’m going to categorize new gun owners into a few groups.

Sheepdogs: Defense oriented. For personal defense or defense against tyranny. For the sake of this book, Sheepdogs will include those who are Military and Law Enforcement who are off duty or retired. You know who you are. The Sheepdog is taking the burden of security upon themselves. They will protect themselves and their families and not rely on the efforts of strangers. This could be you. You have your reasons and concerns enough to warrant the need to buy a gun for protection. This may be the most common reason for getting into guns these days.

Competitors: Those looking at IDPA or IPSC or the Glock Shooting Sport, and wanting to join in that fun. Because it is a lot of fun and I suggest everyone serious about firearms give it a go. It’s also a fantastic crucible for improving your skills in a way that regular training just doesn’t give you. You learn a lot about yourself, your guns, and your gear.

Hunters: Those that are looking to put food on the table or to sell a pelt on the side. Or maybe they want more of a challenge to getting their meat at the store. Venison and Elk are very delicious and probably a lot healthier than commercially sourced cattle products.

Collectors: Those looking to get into guns for that greater historical perspective. These guys are also the Collectors and Librarians of our gun culture. They also appreciate the art and aesthetics of the gun. The artistic and clever way of how the gunsmith’s talent crafted a piece. They appreciate the design and engineering of these very simple machines.

Then there is another category that we will touch on… The Investor. The Investor looks at a gun as a commodity or asset. He calculates an item’s value and projected value in the hope of either turning a profit or increasing his estate’s net worth.

Many of us are a combination of these category types, maybe even all of them rolled up into one. And that’s the type of Gun Owner that we affectionately call “The Gun Nut”.

I am one of those Gun Nuts. I do not call myself an Expert, though others have called me such. I only call myself an Enthusiast of The Gun. So what are we waiting for? Let’s get started! The best way to start some things is to hit the books and study the subject. For the gun, it’s a hands-on thing as much as it’s a research thing. How did you learn to ride a bicycle? Someone helped you get on the bike. Held that seat while you felt the balance and ran alongside you as you peddled. And after some yards running, he gave you a little push and watched you ride off. Both proud and smiling and praying you don’t run into a tree. That’s me, here and now.

There are a few different places to find a firearm to purchase. Gun Stores, and Gun Shows are the two retail outlets. Then there are the Private Sales through printed or online ads, gun discussion forums… and “Friends”. Your buddy knows a guy that is selling a gun at a good price… That’s a whole other topic I want you just avoid for the time being. Private gun sales require extra caution. New Gun Buyers should stick with a commercial retail establishment.

Let’s say that for the time being, we’re not going to talk to your Buddy. Because if it’s one thing I know, it’s that the number one source of bad information about what guys should buy, comes from Buddy. Buddy would have you buy a .50 Caliber Desert Eagle for your Everyday Carry Gun. So let’s not listen to Buddy for just a while. Okay? We’ll talk about Buddy later.

Right off the bat, I’m not your Buddy. I don’t know you. And if I don’t know you as well as your spouse, how can I tell you what gun you need? At this point I don’t know what you are going to want to do with it. If I don’t know that, then I can’t make any educated suggestion for something that’s going to fit your needs. However, when we are done, you will be able to make your own good decision. Now let’s go shopping. Gun Shows are also to be avoided right now. You are not yet ready. Play Welcome to the Jungle by Guns and Roses… “Your gunna die!” Well, you won’t die, but I promise you will get ripped off big time at a Gun Show if you are not prepared. So we are concentrating on Gun Stores. Normal, Retail Stores that specialize in Firearms.

Finding a good Gun Store is critical to the Novice Gunny. You want a store that is well lit, clean, organized, and where the Sales Clerks or Gun Counter Guys are clean and respectful looking. The staff at the Counter should be welcoming. They should greet you as you walk in, If they don’t, that’s not a good sign.

The Gun Counter should be clean and well presented and have some organization to it. If the gun store you walk into looks unclean and unorganized, just turn around and walk out. Don’t waste another moment in there. Now here is why. A serious Gunny knows that Maintenance is critical. Gun Care is essential and if these guys can’t keep their gun counter maintained, then they are probably not keeping their guns maintained. A serious gunny also knows how to keep his guns organized according to the metric they want to highlight. How it’s organized is not important, but that there is organization is. Again, if they can’t organize the guns, well, then they probably don’t know much about them and that’s an indication that you are wasting time there. Walk.

Never be afraid to just walk out. Say, “Thank you for your time”, and leave the store. There are other gun stores around. You don’t have to settle. If they look organized, clean, and professional, then you are on the right track. To be a serious gunny, it takes a lot of experience. And if this is a well stocked gun counter, there is a lot for the Counter Crew to know.

Another reason to walk out is if the guy or gal behind the gun counter isn’t listening to you. If he is preoccupied he isn’t taking you seriously. If he is showing you guns that are not matching what you are asking for, he isn’t taking you seriously. Understand that most gun guys behind the counter are just gun guys, and not usually well versed in sales professionalism or have customer skills. But they have knowledge. Some counter guys might have the salesmanship, but maybe not the knowledge. Finding a place that has both is rare and special. Listening to you is a good sign.

Now, some guns stores operate on the basis that they push guns that they want to sell. Maybe it’s high margin items or its items that they have had on the shelf too long. Either way, the Clerk is incentivized to push those items. This isn’t a reason to walk just yet. This is where you need to communicate your needs and wants. If he can’t show you something that is in the ballpark, then maybe it is time to walk. The phrase to look out for is something along the lines of “This is what you need.” I’ve heard it thousands of times… and mostly from the most ignorant of sources. Newly hired gun counter help with his own fascinations, boyfriends or husbands with huge egos, or Buddy. If you hear “This is what you need”, your eyebrow should raise like Mr. Spock’s and the next words you say should be “Oh really? Why is that?” If he is grinning like an idiot – there’s probably a reason for that. I’m not calling him an idiot… but guys can just get that way all of the sudden. It’s like having a stroke of some sort.

One customer I used to deal with was a well-respected Paleontologist. He looked like someone that would be comfortable lecturing in an auditorium full of students, or looking through some sort of magnifying instruments at a rock or fossil. And then I showed him a gun that just caused it to happen… The Stroke of Idiot. It started the second he touched the pistol. The symptoms manifested immediately at the corners of his mouth… that smile spread across his whole face. And all the sudden he was no longer that highly intelligent Paleontologist. Luckily, the condition passed quickly as blood returned to his brain and neurons started sparking again.

I too have suffered from these sudden attacks myself. Many times, I must admit. The problem though is that we don’t recognize when this is happening. Hindsight, as they say, will point and laugh. This is why maybe you don’t want to go to the gun store with anyone that may snap a photo of this moment and post it to Facebook… You don’t want that moment immortalized.

So imagine that you are standing there, and Buddy is in the middle of a Stroke of Idiot, grinning, and saying “this is what you need”. You then give him the Eye of Spock and ask why. His response will go one of two ways. He will stand there continuing to grin and look like Chet from Weird Science, holding the pistol as if that is making his point for him. Or he’ll actually pull out some sort of actually tangible reason. If it’s the first response, just smile, chuckle, and have sympathy because he’s having a Stroke of Idiot. If it’s the second response, listen and give it some consideration. Weight it with what your desires and needs are. And then keep looking.

I would suggest that you never impulse buy. You can impulse look all you like. But don’t impulse buy. Instead, write down the specifics on the gun. Make, Model, Caliber, and Price. If it’s a used gun, note the Condition. Condition is very important in the used gun market, so only look at used guns that are in “Like New” condition. These should be roughly 10 to 20 percent less than the same gun new in box. If it’s not, just buy the new one and skip the used one. Buying used guns is a whole book on it’s own.

Now that we are to the point of handling a firearm, I want you to remember the four basic rules of firearm safety:

1. ALWAYS KEEP YOUR FIREARM POINTED IN A SAFE DIRECTION.
2. TREAT ALL FIREARMS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED.
3. KEEP YOUR TRIGGER FINGER OUTSIDE THE GUARD AND OFF OF THE TRIGGER UNTIL YOU ARE READY TO FIRE.
4. KNOW OUR TARGET, WHAT’S IN FRONT OF YOUR TARGET, AND WHAT IS BEHIND YOUR TARGET.

Read that a few more times, carefully. I’ll wait… go on. Okay, one more time. Can you remember that? Excellent.

Okay, now for a little Gun Counter Etiquette. When you ask to take a look at a gun, the Clerk behind the counter SHOULD pull the gun out and then check the gun to make sure the gun is unloaded. This should be done every single time. If the Clerk fails to do this, it’s not rude to ask them, “Can you please clear the Weapon for me first? Thank you.”

Now here comes the fun part… It’s your turn to do the very same thing. Even if you just watched the Clerk do it. Remove the magazine and then lock the slide to the rear. Visually check the breach to verify that you don’t see a round in the chamber. Then use your pinky and feel the empty chamber. With a revolver, open the cylinder or loading gate, and then check all five or Six or Seven or Nine individual chambers. However many the gun has. I’ve seen revolvers with as few as four chambers and as many as nine. Not that it’s important… But what is important is that you make absolutely sure the gun is empty.

We do it this way because our eyes can play tricks on us. And the yellow brass we’re looking for could end up being a silver colored nickel plated case. And if you think this is silly, look up Gun Counter Accidents. So we check visually and physically.

Let’s focus back on the Gun Counter Guy. Let’s say that you specify the needs of defense, concealment, and lightweight. These are generally three common criteria. The guns he then suggests are going to determine if you should be doing any business with him. The smallest caliber he should be pulling out is maybe .380 auto. .380 is the minimum caliber I would recommend for a defensive purpose. We’ll talk more of calibers later. That’s an important discussion. For the criteria of concealment, the gun should be smaller… Shorter in barrel, grip length, or both. And the weight should be something that you wouldn’t mind packing around all day long. Hopefully he asked you some questions to help him determine the best options for you. If he is a professional he may have already sized you up, considered your build, the way you dress, the size of your hands… and he probably has a good idea what can work for you based on what you said you are looking for. But then, maybe not. Which leads to the next tip for you.

Ask why. This is important… Most good gun counter guys that take their profession seriously will have reasons for showing you something unless you specifically asked to see “that” gun. He or she should be able to articulate why a certain gun was presented to you. “Popular” is a common reason, but you need more to go on. Ask to see other options as well. If you are in a well-stocked gun shop, there should be plenty of options for you to choose from. If your Gun Counter Person is a professional and knowledgeable, maybe he or she can help you narrow your choices down to a “Top 3”. Write that information down. And write down the name of the guy that helped you.

Now it’s time to go home and do some research. Those three guns you selected, look up each one, one at a time. Look for reviews from professional sources. Look at reviews from actual owners. I like Gun Forums and find that they can be a very helpful resource. A good gun forum that I like is “WeTheArmed.com”. Like We The People… but the people are armed. For the sake of full disclosure, WeTheArmed, or WTA, ahem… was mine. I was one of the founders. You can get a lot of personal bias on a forum, for or against anything and everything, so you have to weigh the responses. If you like, you can post the question, “I’m looking at A, B and C. What do you guys think?” You will of course get new options D, E, F, and the lot… These may be worth considering if you have not already looked at them. But take these suggestions with a grain of salt. See, on a forum, everyone wants you to get what they have too. I don’t know why, but it’s a thing. Because if you buy what they have, their lives will be so much better. Evidently. I don’t really get it either, but it’s a validation thing… It means they chose well if you pick the same gun.

YouTube is another source of information. Hopefully you can find a reasonable review of what you are looking for. Notice I only said it was a source of information… I didn’t say it was a source of good information. You have to filter the information on your own and weigh it against what others have said.

If you find that one of your choices has some negative points that have been consistent from all the information sources, then you can safely assume that you will eventually find those negative points as well. You have to weigh the negative against the positives. Because no one makes the perfect gun. But some do come very close!

Now that you have narrowed down your options, it’s time to get those guns back into your hands. If you have access to an indoor shooting range that offers rentals, see if the guns you are interested in are available to rent. Other than some special events or you have a friends that has one – renting the pistol is the only way to try it out. Don’t be afraid to rent all the guns you can. You are probably going to be spending about five to eight hundred bucks on average for any decent pistol, dropping twenty bucks to see if you are actually going to like that pistol is pretty cheap. I strongly advise you do this. This is like test driving a car. Always test drive the car before you buy, same with a pistol. If you can. Some places, there are no rental options, so your research online is going to have to do.

The research and range rentals are important. Because unlike other consumer products, there is no returning a gun once you bought it and decided that you don’t like it. At best, they may allow you to trade it back in. But if you do that, you will lose a large chunk of value. This is why I stressed the research so much. When you buy the gun, that sale is final.

One thing that annoyed me when I was selling guns, were the Info-Miners. For example there was one customer that I literally spent hours and hours with over the course of a week. Every day he would come in and glean information. And when it came time to buy the gun – he bought it someplace else because it was $20 dollars less. This frustrated me because I made my money selling guns, not giving away pertinent information. Information has value.

This is something that should be considered when you buy your gun. You can imagine how I felt when he bragged that he got the gun I basically sold him for twenty bucks less someplace else… from someone that didn’t work for that sale. You can also imagine my eagerness to answer all his new questions. See, he didn’t put any value on the information I gave him.

Don’t do that to your Gun Counter Guy. That’s basically giving him the middle finger and telling him you don’t value his input on the questions you ask of him. This is why I suggested writing down the guy’s name. Here’s why. He will remember you. He might not remember your name off the bat, but he will remember talking to you about those guns you were interested in. The more you work with a good Gun Counter Guy – the more he will be willing to go the extra mile in helping you. This is just human nature and nothing specific to the gun industry. This can be to your advantage in the long run.

Okay, so now you are back at the counter and you have those three pistols in mind. From your research you found that one of them is less than ideal for your purposes, so you can dismiss that one. Now you are down to two pistols. This is where spending a little time with the guns is good. If you can rent examples, the same makes and models, you will quickly decide which one you like best. If you can’t rent them, then you are going to have to concentrate on the way the gun feels and fits. Fit is an important word. The gun has to fit you. The problem is that the way a gun fits and feels at the gun counter is very different from how the gun actually feels when you are shooting it.

For example, the 5th Generation Glock pistols. I think they feel great in the hand with none of the alternate back-straps that you can install to make the grip feel bigger. The gun is smaller without them, and the trigger reach is easier. However when I got my Gen 5 Glock Model 45 out to the range, the way the gun handled in recoil showed me that maybe it was a little too small for my hands. I found that it shot better for me with one of the backstraps installed. I had better control of the gun because it actually fit better. There have been a couple other guns like this for me as well. You only really know when you’ve shot the gun. Again, rentals are worth it. I suggest you try as many as you can this way.

In the gun store there are a couple things you can do to check the gun’s fitment. Look at a spot on the wall in a clear direction that is at eye level. Get a good firing grip on the gun, and close your eyes. Bring the gun up into firing position and freeze. Don’t move. Now look at the sights. This is like playing Blackjack. You want to hit 21 or as close to it without going over. The closer to being on target the better the gun fits you. If the front sight is a little below the target, that’s fine. If it’s above the target, that’s less than ideal and it could mean that this gun is not for you. It’s not an absolute deal breaker, but it’s something to consider. Getting that gun on target is just a matter of practice now. You have to train yourself with that gun so that you can aim accurately and instinctively.

A lot of guns are made with grips that can be removed and replaced with alternate sizes or styles. One of my personal favorite guns came from the factory with just horrible grips. I couldn’t even hold on to the gun properly. But after I swapped out the grips for something better… The gun became fantastic. This consideration is a good conversation to have with your gun counter guy, if alternate grips could help your selection.

The other important thing to consider is the trigger pull. When you are aiming at the target spot on the wall, try the trigger pull. Look only at the front sight post and see if you can dry fire the pistol without the front sight post even twitching.

Before you dry fire anything in a store, you need to ask. This is a courtesy. Some gun stores do not allow dry firing, others are actually offended by it. But most will nod and say that it is fine. I would also say that you should not dry fire the pistol more than twice max… And try to stick to doing it just once.

I’ve seen some guys that asked to dry fire a pistol and then proceed to snap the trigger as fast as they can, as many times as they can. This is drastically uncool. This is like asking to test drive a car and then doing burnouts in it. The pistol is inventory of the store and is a product that they have to sell… So please, some professional courtesy is a good thing.

To me, trigger pull is one of the most important deciding factors. A good trigger is better than anything else. Reason being is that shooting a pistol is hard because you have a one or two pound gun with a six to nine pound trigger pull. So it’s easy for a poor trigger pull to throw your shot off target even if your sights were dead nuts on. Most misses are made because of a bad trigger pull. So the quality of the trigger’s mechanical action is important to me to help me make a better pull and keep my rounds on target.

By this time you should have narrowed down the selection to just one. Or two. Hey, you’re a grown adult, I’m not putting limits on you. But before you decide to slap down the plastic and make that final purchase, consider the accessories. Do they have a holster for it? And I am not meaning a floppy sewn nylon holster for less than 20 bucks, I mean a real holster that will carry the gun securely and safely. The holster is a critical component to the firearm as a part of the system. The holster protects the gun. The holster carries the gun at the ready. Don’t cheap out on it. Good holsters are going to be priced about sixty dollars on up. Personally, I like leather, but there are a lot of good polymer holsters on the market that will work just fine. Just please stay away from nylon fabric holsters. And if it has a spare magazine pouch on the holster, just put it down and walk away.

Spare Magazines are also an important item. Some new pistols only come with one magazine. Most will come with two. You are going to want at least three though. So check with your Local Gun Seller about those. If you are looking to get into guns for Competition, your minimum should be five magazines. And you are going to want to be able to carry at least two spare magazines on your person. So a Magazine Carrier is advisable. Now, getting into Competition Shooting is actually a whole other topic, for another Booklet, so I’m going to leave that alone at this time.

Fact: Holsters should NEVER be made out of any type of fabric.

Let’s back up a moment and talk about terminology. You may be tempted to use the word “Clip”. Don’t. The device that holds the ammunition in the gun is called a Magazine. Calling it a “Clip” is one of the fastest ways to make the guy selling the gun to you think you are an idiot. A clip and a magazine are two different things, and I do not know of any new production semi-automatic handguns that feed from Clips. The difference between the two is that a Clip will hold the cartridges by the base, keeping them in line like the teeth on a comb. A Magazine is a small fancy metal box with a spring in it that pushes the cartridges up to the open top like a Pez dispenser. Glocks use Magazine. Sometimes Clips are used to load guns with built-in magazines, such as Enfield rifles from WWII, or Broomhandle Mauser pistols. Both of those are going to be firearms that fall into the Collector category and are not ideal for a first-time gun buyer and aspiring Gun Owner.

The term “Automatic” does not mean that the pistol is fully auto, even though most guys call pistols “Autos”. They mean to say “Semi-Automatic” which means the gun is merely “Self Loading”. When the gun is fired, it will load itself to make ready for the next shot. The trigger must be pulled for each shot with a semi-automatic handgun.

The term “Pistol” is often used for Semi-Automatic Handguns or for Single Shot handguns. Repeating handguns that fire from a cylinder that holds the ammunition are generally called Revolvers. Modern use of the language has handguns divided into Pistols or Revolvers. As I said before, Single Shot handguns are also Pistols. Lever Action Handguns are also Pistols. When in doubt, any handgun is a Pistol. Technically according to history, you can call a Revolver a Pistol too, but we don’t do that anymore because ATF categorizes Revolvers as only Revolvers. We don’t want the ATF to be any more confused than they already are. They get cranky when they get confused.

Revolvers are famous for the Cowboy Gun style of “Single Action” revolvers, like the Colt Peacemaker. Or the “Double Action” type of revolver, like Dirty Harry’s revolver… If you feel lucky. A Single Action revolver and a Double Action revolver are both related in that the cartridges are held in the gun within the Cylinder, which rotates to align the cartridge to the barrel. The Action is described as Single Action or Double Action depending on what the Trigger mechanism does when the Trigger is pulled. A Single Action type revolver has a Trigger that performs a single action… dropping the hammer. A Double Action type revolver has a Trigger that does two different actions. One is to cock the hammer, and the other is to then drop the hammer. So with the “Cowboy Gun”, the Shooter will have to cock the hammer back manually, with his/her thumb. While cocking the hammer back, the cylinder rotates and the hammer locks back ready to fire. When the trigger is pulled, the hammer falls, and the cartridge discharges. With Dirty Harry’s revolver, one could manually cock the hammer just like the Single Action type can… But you can also simply pull the trigger and the mechanism will rotate the cylinder, cock the hammer and then fire the gun. Cocking and Firing… Double Action.

Pistols can be categorized in Single Actions and Double Actions as well. Single Actions are pistols such as the “1911” or the Browning High Power. And Double Action type Pistols are like the Beretta 92FS or SIG P226. And then there are the Striker Fired type guns which are famous because of the Glock series of pistols which use what they call their “Safe Action” Pistols. Guns that operate like this, hold the striker partially cocked and ready to fire and the trigger just finishes that job before allowing the striker to fly forward to fire gun. But some strikers are all double action only and the trigger does two jobs… and then there are some strikers that are single action only. Which is which depends on the individual firearm and a knowledgeable gun counter clerk should be able to tell you which is which. But the type of action the firearm is designed with, isn’t as important as how you feel about the individual firearm. How it feels in your hand and how you feel holding it. Because really, that’s all that matters.

Bullets. Let’s talk about the bullets. A round of Ammunition is called a Cartridge. A bunch of Cartridges collectively is referred to as Ammunition. A Cartridge is made from several parts. A Bullet is what comes out of the gun and zips off to the target. A Case is what holds all the parts together. It holds the Gunpowder safely inside, it holds the Primer at the base, and it holds the Bullet. A single cartridge is also commonly called a “Round”. So you don’t load Bullets into the gun, you load your cartridges, or rounds of ammunition.

A Cartridge is fired when a Striker or a Firing Pin hits the Primer at the base of the Cartridge. The primer is a small metal button that is filled with a combustible compound that is sensitive to shock and pressure. So the impact of firing pin causes that compound to ignite. This in turn lights off the gunpowder, which also burns. The burning gunpowder causes a rapid expansion of hot gasses. This causes the pressure which pushes the bullet down the barrel and out of the gun. The bullet then flies at high speed to impact the target. The bullet then penetrates the target, making a hole in the target. How big and deep that hole is going to depend on the bullet and what the target is.

There is a whole division of Science called Ballistics that encompasses all of this. And even this is broken down into three separate sciences. Internal Ballistics is all about what happens between the moment of the trigger pull until the bullet leaves the barrel. It’s all about Lock Time, Bullet Weight, Pressure, and Powder Burn Rates. Exterior Ballistics is all about what affects the bullet in flight. Rate of Twist of the Rifling, Gravity, Angles, Wind, Temperature, Humidity, Spin Drift, even the Earth’s Rotation. All of this is about getting the bullet to the target. Then there is Terminal Ballistics, which is what the bullet does to the target, based on bullet construction, impact velocity, fluid dynamics, and the construction of the target itself.

If you are shooting at paper targets, all of this ballistic science is easy. If the target is a murderous thug with a knife coming at you, well, that’s a lot more complicated and you will be happy that the people who made your defensive ammunition have spent a lot of time studying Terminal Ballistics to help ensure that you stay alive and the threat to your life is stopped.

That’s an import point I want to make sure that everyone understands. In a defensive shooting, we do not Shoot To Kill. We are not James Bond with a license for that sort of thing. And we are not Assassins who are out for blood. When we shoot, we shoot to stop a threat. No more. No less. If you have to pull your gun because someone is about to take your life – You Are The Victim. That person that’s intent on harming you has to be stopped. If you stopping him results in the loss of his life, that’s terrible, but that’s the result of his poor choice to try to take yours. We don’t shoot to stop the theft of a TV or your Car. We shoot to Save an Innocent Life. Yours, or that of a loved one. What would you do to save the life of someone you loved?

That brings me to the next point. Which is much like the first, “We Shoot To Stop A Threat.” That means we don’t shoot once and then stand around waiting to see what happens. You shoot until the threat is stopped. This is the unpleasant part of Defensive Firearms, and you might not like it. Welcome To The Jungle.

Now let’s get back to some more fun stuff. Let’s talk about target shooting. Target Shooting is a Recreational Activity. It’s for enjoyment and it can be competitive. The pistols you use for Target Shooting can be quite different than what you would use for Defense. Typically target pistols are often chambered in .22 Long Rifle. Don’t let the name fool you, a .22 Long Rifle Cartridge is the most popular of pistol calibers. Because they are cheap and plenty and offer low recoil. They make for terrible defensive cartridges! Luckily, paper targets are not that tough.

A Target Pistol is often something that looks long and sleek, and maybe even a little Sci-Fi in styling. The key to a target pistol is the longer barrel. Not that longer barrels are more accurate. Because they are not. But longer barrels do two things for you. One, is that they give you a higher velocity with the given ammunition compared to a shorter barrel. Two, is that they give you a longer sight radius. The distance between the front and rear sights is longer, which means you can aim more precisely. So while a longer barreled pistol is not necessarily more accurate than the same gun with a shorter barrel… it’s easier to shoot more accurately with the longer barreled gun.

Target pistols are fantastic for having fun and improving basic fundamental skills, like sight alignment, sight picture, breathing, your physical stability, and of course, trigger pull.

See, shooting a pistol is easy to do. But shooting a pistol well… that’s the challenge. Pistol shooting requires the full body and mind to attune to the task. The physicality is one thing… but the mental game is a whole other level. Shooting well requires focus, and concentration enough to tune out everything going on around you. This challenge might seem easy to the uninitiated. But the more you learn about shooting, the more you realize just what a challenge it really is.

The great thing about Shooting as a Sport is that it’s a level playing field physically. A man and a woman can compete as equals in a casual bullseye match. A youth can compete against an elder. The Target doesn’t care about your sex or your sexual orientation. The Target doesn’t care about your religious or political beliefs. The Target doesn’t care about your age or your grade or what school you attend. The Target doesn’t care about your job title or your rank or your office view. The Target doesn’t care about what car you drive, or your credit score or your debt ratio. The only thing that matters to the Target is if you kept your focus, held your breath, aimed properly, and pulled the trigger perfectly.

A Target Pistol will help you attain a high level of focus and skill. And they are generally pistols that anyone can use. As such, I recommend one to everyone as a place to start. The reason being is that too many people to new firearms who are looking at a pistol for self-defense, start out with a gun that is difficult to shoot well with and fires expensive ammunition.

RECOMMENDATIONS

I’m going to break it down by category and give you my personal recommendations. Not to tell you what to buy, but to give you a place to start. As I said earlier, I don’t know you. So I can’t give you a solid recommendation on what is going to work best for you. That’s up to you. This is a very personal choice here. Think of it like an ice cream joint with 31 different flavors. They are all going to be sweet and delicious, but you will have your favorites, and I will have mine.

Target Pistols. In this category, my favorite is the Browning Buckmark family. I say family because they make a lot of different styles with different barrels, sights, grips… it’s crazy. But they are all excellent. The Basic version is called the ” Camper”. You can work your way up from there with the Confidence knowing there are no bad choices.

Defensive Pistols. I’m personally a huge fan of SIG. The P229, P226, P228, P224, P22o, P227… These are all amazing handguns. To pick just one, I’ll take the P229. That was the choice of the US Air Marshals for a very long time… for very good reasons. The SIG P22X Series are all Double Action/ Single Action pistols… with the safest mechanism on the planet. I’m also a big fan of the CZ 75 Series of pistols, the Beretta 92 series, and the H&K P30 series.

For Striker-fired defensive pistols, my personal choice is a Glock model 45, in 9mm. But I’m also a huge fan of the H&K Vp9, the FN 509, and the CZ P-10C.

For Revolvers, I’m very much a Ruger kind of guy. I adore the full sized GP 100 series and the smaller SP 101 for concealed carry. I prefer the .357 Magnum chambering as it gives me the flexibility to also use .38 Special if ammo is hard to find.

Now, one last recommendation. The Best Gun Store I’ve ever been to on the planet… With the best selection and the Best Gun Counter Crew… Basin Sports in Vernal, Utah. Those boys know their guns. Because they buy them as much as the customers and they go shooting ALL the time! They’re crazy like that. And if you want to see them make a funny face… Tell them George Hill says “Howdy.”

CHEERS!

The other day, I was called arrogant, stuck up, and such. That I act like I’m too good to join in certain conversations and to be friends with people. This is far from true… In fact, it’s quite the opposite.

You see, I have some pretty harsh self-esteem issues. I struggle with this daily. It’s one of the reasons I’ve pretty much stopped blogging almost completely… Why I only occasionally record videos. Why I don’t really take part.

Internally, I feel like I have nothing to contribute. And if I do, my words hold no value anyways. You haters out there – and I know I have more than my share – could not possibly come close to the scathing rebukes I give myself. The self-loathing and criticism is epic.

Let me be perfectly honest here… For the last decade, longer actually… I’ve struggled with suicidal thoughts. Not occasionally… But daily. Constantly. There have been a few times when I’ve actually planned on doing just that. Find a nice place to park, put on some Pink Floyd and just end it. You see, that’s been my inner dialog. But I decided that no matter what – I’m not going to do that. Though, inside I have to admit that I actually want to.

I feel like before I can let myself find peace… I have some work to do yet. I’m not afraid of dying… I’ve had a “near-death experience” before and I was disappointed in “coming back”. I wanted to stay there. I look forward to returning there. But not yet.

Arrogant… I wish. I’d like to know what that feels like. Maybe I was, back when I was in my 20’s. But now that I’ve hit 50, I pretty much have forgotten what that could even mean. If you hear me talking about myself – I’m not trying to impress you. I’m trying to tell myself that maybe I have some self-value here, and that I’m good enough to be apart of whatever the situation is. Maybe. Because really all that ever really does for me is make me feel worse.

Let me be clear – I am not asking for help or reaching out. I’m only seeking a cathartic release in this confession. This is not a cry for help and you do not need to take this as a call to action and I don’t need anyone to reach out. This has been well over a decade, and I’m still here. Like it or not.

Being in the auto industry, I get to examine a lot of different vehicles. And when I say a lot, I do mean all of them. And being the opinionated Ogre that I am… I have my biases. This is a personal fault of mine, and I embrace it. However, I am often delighted when I find that a company has really stepped up their game and I have to admit that I am now wrong.

Buick’s 2018-2019 Regal series is generally rather boring, being somewhere in the GM line up as an elevated Chevy, or discount Caddy. But the Regal GS package is a little different. Someone at Buick spiked the dish with a little hot sauce. Because you can have it with a V-6, and All Wheel Drive, and seats that don’t feel like they belong in a retirement home community room. This is something for the Lads… and to be honest, this is something that I am increasingly interested in, Comfortable Sedans that just happen to not be boring.

This is a Car well worth looking at. Well worth taking a test drive in. I think it’s one of the best sedan options out there, and if you are looking for an American sedan… One of the very best in an ever shrinking list. It feels more of a premium vehicle than say, a V-6 Charger… And not as pretentious as a Caddy. I really like it. One of the things I also like about it… the engine is Naturally Aspirated. I appreciate a twin turbo’s power boost, but I like the feel of an NA engine.

This car will compare well against an Audi A6, BMW 326, Genesis G70, as well as certain sedans from Lexus and Acura. So if you are looking at this segment… I think the Regal GS is well worth the consideration.

We have all seen the new Policy put out by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. If you haven’t, here’s a link to it. For a long time, the church has said that guns carried into the buildings were inappropriate. Now, they have basically outright banned them for anyone that is not a uniformed officer on duty.

I’m a Mormon. A member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. No, I am not pleased with this. Not at all. One of my ancestors was, in fact, a Martyr of the LDS Church. He was shot off of his horse by an Anti-Mormon mob. Others of my family faced mobs and were driven across the country by Hate. Mormons have a thick history with this as we were driven from our homes repeatedly. My family had suffered from this, as had many others. We’ve seen violence at our church buildings… so being prepared is something that we just do. So no, I am very much not happy about this policy change.

You know what though? Churches are for matters of God, not matters of men or politics. So I’m not going to mix those. It’s not a good mix. That being said, Concealed Means Concealed. If they Trespass me for that, well, then it’s an instant 10% raise as I won’t have to pay tithing anymore. While I might disagree with the policy of the corporate structure of the church, my faith and belief in the gospel remains unshaken.

Here’s why… The Church operates on two different levels… One of them being Spiritual, and the other you can call Corporate. This policy is from that Corporate side of things and is not Church Doctrine. Members such as myself, understand the difference, though to the uninitiated it might seem otherwise. Basically, if it’s not a matter of Doctrine, then it’s a Policy.
Joseph Smith said it himself, “a prophet is only a prophet when acting as such.”

I’m done with Facebook. I’m on MeWe now. You can find me under the same name there, but here’s the URL to my Profile.
I’ll only keep my FB account for Business related things. Maybe check messages once a week at most.