Lots of fun!
I’d like you to meet Nana.
She’s 80 years young and awesome. As a kid, my cousin and I would spend a month with Nana and Granddad every summer. We’d take over the basement and refer to it as our apartment. She taught me the value of proper grammar, much to my childhood frustration.
Me: Me and Mandy…
Nana: Mandy is not mean
Me: *grumble* Mandy and I…
She sat through countless hairbrush concerts with me using a coffee table as a stage. Sure, she’d applaud but only if I had earned it. She introduced me to fireworks and made me face my fears.
It was a great honor when she asked if I would show her how to shoot. She lives alone now. She has already scared off a home invader using nothing more than a stern voice, but she is wise enough to realize she might need something more persuasive if there is a next time. Although, I can tell you that her stern voice is pretty darn persuasive.
We hung a milk carton and started slow. A nice heavy revolver in .22lr. The double action trigger pull on the 617 was heavy, but she did great in single action.
Soon we moved on to her gun. When she decided that she needed a gun, she decided that she needed a small revolver. We did all we could to convince her otherwise, but she would have none of it. Stubbornness does run in the family, I suppose.
Word got around to her nephew that she wanted one, so he bought her a brand new Ruger LCR in .357 magnum with Crimson Trace laser grips. He’s cool like that. Although, he’s never bought me a gun (insert spoiled pout here).
And she handled it like a champ. That milk carton won’t be bothering anyone anymore. She had a great time too.
And while we’re having fun…
All she’d ever shot previously was a rifle in .22lr and 410 shotgun. She totally rocked everything that she got her hands on that day. She is my grandmother, after all
Quote of the day:
If I ever get too old to learn something new, just bury me-Nana
I want to be her when I grow up.
Now you’re wondering how this all ties into Kilted to Kick Cancer, aren’t you? Well, Nana is a widow. Granddad passed away October 11, 2007, shortly after I started blogging. He survived prostate cancer but not without several undignified side effects. He was the 1 out of 6, and his life was never the same. You don’t have to ask why I’m just as committed as Michael to this cause.
Please, for the men you love, spread the word. If you can, give to fund the research to kill this terrible disease. Get checked, or encourage your loved ones to get checked. While everyone jokes and embarrasses themselves, don’t forget that the cause really is a serious one.
It’s just a few more days until the whole world turns pink. Give Kilted to Kick Cancer the boost it needs now.
Well, I didn’t have a girl. How about a niece?
Caught her taking a break.
Don’t use the finger with no feeling to work the slide on a Ruger Mark series.
But at least it doesn’t hurt. Honestly didn’t realize it had happened until I noticed all the blood.
So everyone knows I screwed something up in my back. Pinched a nerve. Pulled something in the trapezius* family. Something.
You know what happens if you are feeling kinda better and take an all day defensive handgun class? Flinch. And pain. Like can’t get out of bed without help kind of pain.
And more flinch. No matter how much you think about applying pressure to get the surprise break on that trigger, pain is an extra effective teacher. Even though your instructor spends special time with you with an awesome drill that you will make sure to use on some new shooters, you will fall back to the flinch.
And then you get to meet your freaking deductible in medical bills. Fan-freaking-tastic. Not to mention shooting like crap because raising your left elbow high enough to deal with recoil causes your neck to spasm. Like screw up your sight picture violent spasm.
I know. I said I was going to go ahead and do the class because an assailant was not going to ask me if I was feeling up to being assaulted in that moment. It’s true that they won’t, but you are not likely to need 250 rounds to deal with that assailant either.
The instruction was top notch, really. I had a couple of stages where I was hitting an index card like a pro. When I did everything he told me to do, I shot like a rock star. And then I wanted to cry. If you can’t bring your support arm perpendicular to your body without wincing, you’re not in shape for training. Get healthy, then train.
This is yet another time that I am telling you to learn from my mistakes. It is going to take a lot of practice for me to actually learn the skills that were taught and overcome the bad habits that the pain pushed. I’ve never had a flinch. And yet, now I’ve got to beat one. Don’t make the same mistake.
*which apparently is going to take a while to heal. Dammit.
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Breda is back. Knew she couldn’t stay gone forever.
Robb speaks the truth. Carry it loaded, seriously.
Borepatch endorses Obama. Agree or disagree, it’s good reading.
Barron gets his scold on. And rightfully so.
Me? Well let’s see. Tomorrow, I will be taking Defensive Handgun with Will Andrews of Oklahoma Shooting Skills. Will is a great guy and a skilled instructor. I’ve taken his Home Defense Shotgun class twice (the second time while wearing 3 inch heels) and come away with much improved skills each time. This will be the first handgun class I’ve taken from him. I will wear far more sensible shoes. Yeah, the back is still giving me fits, but I figure bad guys aren’t going to ask me if I’m feeling up to being assaulted today, so I will train as I am.
Oh hell yes!
And another view
Three of those shots went into the engine block of a 240sx
ETA: The rifle isn’t mine, alas. It belongs to Daniels of Among The Leaves.
It’s been said a few times that I carry a gun the size of a toaster. Yeah, the FNP-45tactical isn’t small, but really? A toaster?
Well let’s put that to the test. Something people are always concerned about is weight. Personally, I believe a good holster on a good belt will mitigate weight quite a bit. Now maybe not the weight of a classic chrome and Bakelite General Electric toaster.
It’s a big toaster. Especially for one that will only handle 2 slices of bread at a time. But it is the best toaster ever.
And it apparently weighs 4lbs 7oz. The FN?
Let’s look a little closer
1lb 15oz. Not even close.
But Jen! It’s not like you carry it empty like that! 15+1 rounds of 45ACP makes a pretty major difference in weight.
So now we’re up to 2lbs 14oz. That’s still not classic toaster weight. Maybe some of the new-fangled polymer toasters.
Oh, but I suppose we should take the reload into account as well. I mean, 30 more rounds of 45ACP…
What’s that say?
1lb 11 oz which brings us to a whopping 4lbs 8oz.
See! My carry gun is not the size of a toaster!