Getting a box from Brownells with chocolate.
Well played, Brownells. Well played.
Getting a box from Brownells with chocolate.
Well played, Brownells. Well played.
A Facebook friend brought this bit of tech to my attention.
Interesting? Sure, but I wouldn’t have one. Really, it brings up more questions than answers.
First off, I want to know what happens when the batteries die. Does the system lock up making your firearm a fancy looking club? What if there is some kind of interference?
And what is the range on that RFID? Anti-gun types often like to trot out the idea that a criminal will just take your gun and use it against you. I would assume that anyone that was close enough to snag your heater would still be within RFID range. Or is the range so short that I would have to be wearing the watch on the hand I was using to shoot the gun? I wear my watch on my left hand and generally shoot right-handed although I can shoot left-handed as well. What happens if I need to use the opposite hand?
I suppose if it works exactly as advertised, it would add a bit of security in the situation of a stolen gun, but that only lasts as long as it takes to hack the thing.
Or maybe it’s supposed to provide peace of mind when you leave a loaded gun on your nightstand. Bet Kendra St. Clair’s mom is glad she wasn’t using one of these. You can’t substitute technology for training. Teach your children to be safe around guns, and take the necessary precautions that fit your situation. No matter what 20/20 says, you probably know best how to keep your children safe. There is no one size fits all.
And finally, putting this technology out there does nothing to prevent crime of any sort. It’s just another marketing gimmick to separate naïve people from their money. Worse than that, it’s another place for some gung-ho legislator to hang their pet cause. Even if this worked perfectly, you can’t snap your fingers and make every firearm out there complaint any more than you can make all the icky guns disappear with a signature.
I wouldn’t want to live in a world where you could. You see, the world would be a far, far scarier place without firearms. Eliminating them would only serve to cripple the weak. Brute force would win the day. I do not want to live in a world where the most vulnerable among us are deprived of an equalizer against those bent on violence. You have to wonder about the true motivations of those calling for just that.
No, I’m not suggesting you sling a German Shepherd around. Although having a German Shepherd at the ready could come in handy, that would be awkward and uncomfortable for both you and the dog. Besides, most German Shepherds are pretty good at providing their own locomotion.
I’m talking about a rifle sling that’s been torture tested by German Shepherds. Go check it out over at Erin’s place.
I’ve not handled an Echo Sling personally, but Matt is a great guy and has been generous with his handiwork. I’ve heard nothing but good things about them, and they come in a wide variety of colors. Because who doesn’t want to be tactical and fabulous. (Says the girl that bought nail polish to match her handgun.)
I have, on occasion, at least attempt to manufacture organic silencers. Alright, so I tried and failed, but here are a couple of organic silencers (I know, suppressors. Geez!) that I got from a coworker.
There wasn’t even a background check! The horror!
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I’ve lost my mind.
Jen. Um. Those are squash, not silencers (suppressors)
I thought so too. Until I read this.
Investigators say a person suspected of robbing a Charleston County gas station used a squash to silence shots fired at the business.
Personally, I like my silencers lightly sautéed in butter. Or deep-fried. Or grilled.
We’ve got to crack down on the scourge of organic silencers! Think of the children! These things just grow on
A question for the peanut gallery. So does the BATFEIEIO* confiscate this one? Seems like taking it to the band saw of wanton destruction** would be kind of excessive. Not that the BATFEIEIO would ever do anything excessive.
*I will be eternally grateful to Tam for that one
**Feel free to use that as your next RPG weapon
Man pulls gun on lady. Lady phones a friend. Man attempts to rob salon. Gets a beat down and finds himself naked and locked out of the salon looking like this
That’s right. That’s how we roll in Oklahoma.
Read the story over at Kevin’s place. Looks like one of the intended victims had an ‘Awe hell no’ moment.
One word, onward.
This one is for you and for me, and I stole it from Brigid. Or maybe I should say I was inspired by Brigid.
In 2013, I got back into a good exercise routine and thus, my skinny jeans. I intend to continue this trend. Not because I think I’m fat (I’m not), but because I really like feeling stronger and being able to do more. Looking pretty great in the new skort I bought* myself is just a side benefit (SIZE 2?!?! Huh?).
2013 wasn’t kind to what little savings I’ve got, but I was able to be a part of doing some great things for people that could really use it. Remember Sam? And Kat? And the support for Erin? Watching our little community of misfits and miscreants come together to take care of one of our own is a really beautiful thing. And we didn’t even need any bureaucrats to make sure it happened.
I built half a rifle. Hope to build the other half in 2014. Hear that, Aero-Precision? Brownells? Yes, I’ll be telling you all about it in detail. If you’d like to just go ahead and play along at home, here’s the list so far
3. JARD trigger (not quite drop in, but not too complicated)
Since I’ve only built the lower, I slapped the upper from my S&W on it and headed out to the field. I am happy to report that it works exactly as it should. I’m only disappointed that it didn’t put meat in my freezer, but that’s not the rifle’s fault. I did take out a moving target at ~150yrds over iron sights, so there’s that. This will be the rifle that blogging built as everything listed above was provided for review. (psst! That’s a disclaimer)
I taught myself to crochet using internet tutorials. So far, I’ve made boot spats, an elf hat that fits the critters, 10 elf hats for mason jars as co-worker gifts (I put candy in the jars), A festive collar for a cat, a hat for Michael out of awesome yarn (Alpaca silk blend), and a head-band/earwarmer thing for me out of the same awesome yarn.
I didn’t really set out to learn to crochet. I found cool yarn and looked up knitting tutorials. Found one I liked and asked my grandmother if she had knitting needles. She said that she did and that she’d send them home with me. She’s also been on a lot of pain meds lately so it was only a small surprise when the package she left contained crochet hooks instead. Oh well. I was planning to learn a new skill anyway. And here is a terrible cell phone pic of my first project
So for 2014, I resolve to keep going. Onward.
You? You just keep being awesome.
*$0.88 at the local thrift store. I splurged.
Rudolph grew tired of the being called names and decided to take them instead. That’s right, Rudolph has gone tactical.
He upgraded his bright red nose to a Crimson Trace Rail Master Universal Mount Laser, and prepared for serious operations.
All of the other reindeer were distracted by their reindeer games. Rudolph settled in behind his silenced SBR fitted with the Trijicon ACOG. He placed the red dot on Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer, but not Vixen. He had other plans for her.
His eyes, how they twinkled when they saw the carbon steel that foggy Christmas eve.
All of the other reindeer, used to laugh and call him names.
Used to. Until that fateful night when Rudolph had enough.
Like Erin, I am giggling maniacally. And I kind of want some. For science.
You see, I’m betting these things would still kill rabbits, squirrels, birds. I certainly wouldn’t want to stand downrange of them. It’s just efficient. Bang! Death! Instant memorial! The circle of life right there in one shell. And as a bonus, your lucky critter hunting spot has a convenient marker.
It is a twisted place, my brain.
Maybe they could combine the idea with the flying buzz saws of destruction that have been specially engineered to be more deadlyer-er-er-est and simultaneously super safe for innocent bystanders. Because science! It’d be like a hug. A painful, bleeding, blooming hug.