LadyinBlue

I did a "shoot on the move" the other day at practice and was amazed that all 4 poppers went down just like I knew what I was doing. ding ding ding ding Then yesterday the Shooting USA program on the Outdoor Channel showed Sergeant Max Michel of the United States Army Marksmanship Unit (USAMU) from Fort Benning, Georgia. That guys knows how to do it. The website does not show a video (oh bummer) but a detailed explanation of what the guy said. http://www.shootingusa.com/PRO_TIPS/USAMU/usamu.html Oh BTW, you also missed an awesome video of the 3-Gun Challenge at Fort Benning ~Nanci~

Hi Jane...I never knew guns were so much fun. The guys have been keeping this a secret for many years. Well it's not a secret anymore....he he he ~Nanci~

Oh man...I just watched it...it's awesome I wanna go

My new blue Trubor major 9mm Our new AR15 My new (used) JP1100 ~Nanci~ Oh and I got Jim a few things too

I am quite disappointed in the fact that eBay will do nothing to help the seller in a case like this. Been there done that! Their security sucks as bad as Paypal. I don't know if eBay cooperates with the FEDs in this type of situation. Maybe if they found these same fine armored and armed folks knocking at their corporate front door they might be more inclined to do something to curtail rip-offs and criminal behavior in their client population. JMHO

I laughed so hard at this Chris I almost blew an o-ring... LMAO

Do not get between a hungry squirrel and his nuts...uh food.

The way I was taught was to hold/squeeze a tennis ball in my strong hand with only the 3 bottom fingers and thumb...then move the trigger finger independantly. This exercise will train the trigger finger to operate on its own. It helped me...

Now there's a thought....

I am LMAO at this one...

Ok, the results are in... I had several malfunctions (of the gun type) and a few of the brain type. However, I did get a new Aftec extractor during lunch break the first day. After zeroing one stage I managed 130 out of 200. I did not get a sunburn even though it was 95-98 degrees both days! My husband beat me (surprise) but I'll let him tell you his story. The best part of the match was that I met many nice people. Several willing to offer advice to the old slow chick. Thanks to all..I had lotsa fun! Nanci

Y'all are making me feel guilty. I will suffer the pain of shooting the chrono... I will not ask for a new gun... I will not serve the husband tofu... How 'bout we go out for dinner? Steak?

I would think that SHE would suggest she is in need of a new gun. If her gun is so worn out and shoots so poorly as to hit the danged chrono.......... I knew I liked you Merlin...this is a great idea!

Ok, so I shot the darn chronograph...but my gun was shooting low until Jim adjusted the dot. Now its hitting correctly instead of 3 inches too low. Hate to say I told you so. Now I can put 20 hits into the upper A zone at 25 yards. Too bad we didn't adjust first and chrono second. Sorry dear. ~Nanci~ I'm thinking he's gonna have tofu for dinner.

We have shot 5-6 real matches since December...at the club level. This is a major match to start us off again. We are psyched! Jim's a bit tweaked...wound tighter than a two dollar watch. I may have to scrape him off the ceiling before we leave. BTW...sweetheart, you spelled Thursday wrong. ~Nanci~

Oh no, I've been labeled. I guess that's the price you pay for being a brunette. ~Nanci~

Hi Miranda...I cannot take credit for this humorous tale...I did not write it! I received it in my email. My husband and I laughed so hard I just had to share it. ~Nanci~

uh...you spelled intelligence wrong.

Deer story... I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The First step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, who had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up - 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and received an education. The first thing that I learned is that while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope with some dignity. A deer, no chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off My feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I originally imagined. The only up side is that they do not have as much stamina as many animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point I had lost my taste for corn fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a Small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have it suffer a slow death so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand. Kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and started moving up so I could get my rope back. Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head - almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose. That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that when an animal like a horse strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond I devised a different strategy. I screamed like woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and three times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down. Now when a deer paws at you and knocks you down it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split open, I had several large goose eggs, my wrist was bleeding pretty good and felt broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my back was bleeding in a few places, though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from most of the worst of it. I drove to the nearest place, which was the co-op. I got out of the truck, covered in blood and dust and looking like hell. The guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out yelling "what happened?" I have never seen any law in the state of Kansas that would prohibit an individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that they have overlooked entirely. Knowing, as I do, the lengths to which law enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power, I was concerned that they may find a way to twist the existing laws to paint my actions as criminal. I swear...not wanting to admit that I had done something monumentally stupid played no part in my response. I told him "I was attacked by a deer". I did not mention that at the time I had a rope on it. The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my jacket where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my face where it had struck me there. I asked him to call somebody to come get me. I didn't think I could make it home on my own. He did. Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house and wanted to know about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare thing and wildlife and parks was interested in the event. I tried to describe the attack as completely and accurately as I could. I was filling the grain hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just started kicking the hell out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or insane or something. EVERYBODY for miles around knows about the deer attack (the guy at the co-op has a big mouth). For several weeks people dragged their kids in the house when they saw deer around and the local ranchers carried rifles when they filled their feeders. I have told several people the story, but NEVER anybody around here. I have to see these people every day and as an outsider - a "city folk". I have enough trouble fitting in without them snickering behind my back and whispering "there is the dumbass that tried to rope the deer."

Hey Taterhead, I'll be there. I haven't shot the New Mexico Sectional since 1989...walked away with a trophy that day...Top Lady. Ouch, that makes me feel old. Boy do I need to practice! ~Nanci~

Now I don't care who you are that's funny......you should see the melted credit cards I leave in my wake Y'all don't know the half of it...my husband's credit cards have been shredded. He may never get a new one. But I am the first to whine when I want a new gun. Go figure... Nanci

Hey Scott, That's exactly what I was looking for...thank you! ~Nanci~

And not necessarily because they've taken on more credit card debt or become over-indulgent, either! It takes two incomes in many cases just to pay the rent (let alone a house payment!), buy food, buy petrol, raise a child, buy medicine, make even a modest car payment, pay insurance premiums, buy clothes (even second-hand ones), see the occasional movie or buy a little take-out now an' then... and still find a little left over for shooting. FYI: My rent consumes a full 60% of my net income. This makes the futility factor a little high. Ouch...you need to move! That way you'll more money for bullets! ~Nanci~

Okay, so I don't really know what it's called...but I think they call it a clamshell target stand. When activated, it presents a shoot target and then another target covers it up...like a clamshell. So, does anyone know where I can buy one of these? Thanks...and no laughing Nanci

"I know some just parked their RV at the range. No hookups i think, check or e-mail the range staff and see. www.pimapistol.org" I have spoken with the range master for the match and he gave me the info on how long it is to the wishing well RV. Also, he said that the drive across the wash can be a little rough on large RV's. We're in a situation where we must have electricity due to running an oxygen machine for my mother-in-law. I was hoping that someone who has been there before might know the actual driving time or know of an RV park that has more amenities that's no too far away. Thanks Bear23 for the info...