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    High-tech guns, cameras, fast cars and sharp knives. Happily married, so the days of fast women are behind me.

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  1. I saw this item in the NROI/USPSA email: https://nroi.org/miscellaneous/what-really-matters/ And I have an answer to the "Has this ever happened" question. It was either the 1990 or 1991 Steel Challenge. (I think 1990, because the World Shoot figures into this) The shoot-off gets down to Jerry Barnhart and Jethro Dinisio. First run, i don;t knwo who won, but they reload, check, and get ready. Beep. Both draw, and Jerry shoots. Jethro pulls the trigger and nothing happens. The run is over before the Jet can do anything, and when they inspect his pistol, they find an empty case in the chamber. somehow it had funcitioned well enoguh to clang the plate, but didn't eject the last fired round, and also closed back up, re-chambering the empty. Jerry says "Let's do it again." The ROs want to write it up as a malfunction, a lost run, and point to Jerry, but he's having none of it. either do it again, or he's not shooting. So, they do the run over again. Jerry ends up winning the shoot-off, but did it shooting, not on a malf. Works for me.
  2. Sparky, use a cell phone to record, and show them. Then delete so it isn't something that can be used later.
  3. OK, it has been a while, and I thought I'd regale you with tales of the past, now that they are past: the 2011 World Shoot, in Greece. In prrevious shoots, we had had to schlep our own ammo to the match. Which meant dodging the arbitrary and B-S 11 pound limit on ammo. For Greece, we had one of the shooters make arrangements to have all of our ammo commercially shipped, provided we packaged it properly, and shipped it within the US to the central shipping point. We all held our breaths,b ut there it was; all our ammo, in /greece, at the range. Getting out was something else. Every step of the way there, there was paperwork. Each person we encountered, it seemed, had a new form for us to fill out, and a copy to be kept. Not that any of them wanted to see any paperwork that had been generated by the previous stops. No, just fill out theirs, keep a copy, and move on. Oh, and a peculiarity of Greek law on firearms; the firearms case was a case of its own. You could not put your firearms case into your regular luggage. (This will be very important much later, for me.) When the match is over, it is time to leave. the match was on Rhodes, and we US competitors all had the same flight. (More or less, there had to have been a succession of flights as waves of shooters left the island.) We fly from Rhodes to Athens. there, we all gather down int he lower section of the airport, where we had been told we could pick up our firearms. We gather there, and we can see the big rolling bin that our gun cases are in. time is getting short, and we start to become insistent. I think it was Lisa Munson who finally walks up, forces open the big double doors, and tells the Greek handlers in no uncertain terms, that we need oru guns or we'll miss our flights. So they roll the bin out, and proceed according to the usual custom: one of them looks at the list, and calls out a name. The others there (2 or 3, at most) start pawing through the cases, looking for that name. We put up with that for one name. then we rush the bin, start grabbing cases, and calling out names. We all know each other, so it is all over in a couple of minutes. when the cases are all gone, and everyone has their case, we leave, and let the locals figure out how to finish the paperwork. Every time I found myself aggravated by the local law, paperwork, etc. I reminded myself: a generation ago, this was a military dictatorship. That we are here at all is a miracle.
  4. Question: does someone make a large-head safety button for the SLP?
  5. The 2019 Pin Shoot will be the third of the renewed series. While many of the events are much like the old days, there have been changes, so be ready for new challenges if you shot in the old days. And new shooters, pin shooting can peg the fun meter.
  6. OK, a bit of updating. I haven't shot in a match-match in a while, who has time to practice? But it seems at every gun company PR event, or gun writer get-together, someone in charge has the same "Hey, kids, let's put on a show" thought. Let's have a shooting contest. When I started going to these things, I thought "OK, this could be interesting." Then I found out that most gun writers then (and now) can't shoot. Oh, hunters can hunt, and they can hit what they shoot at, but think about it: there's not much time pressure. They can stalk and get into a solid position, and take the shot they need. Any hit that pokes a hole through a basketball-sized sphere gets the job done. Put a timer on them, or an audience behind them, and for a lot of them it is meltdown time. After a while, the "Let's have a contest" produces a sea of faces turned towards me. I loved the prizes, but it got old. At the last one I did, the contest was break a single clay bird on the hill at 75 yards or so, with a handgun. Me, I was busy with other things. Well, when my boss's boss's boss reminds me, for the third time "We have a shooting match going on at the other end of the range" I figured I can't avoid it. The pistol is a polymer-framed striker-fired 9mm with a suppressor on it. No-one has hit anything but the backstop. Soon after, the company receptionist hits the clay bird. Then I do. (Hey, I may have to be roped into it, but I'm not going to throw a match.) She and I go back and forth until I hit and she doesn't. Was it luck? Yes. Were there congratulations? Not really. next time, i'm going to break a leg if I have to, walking to the range where the match is. Except The Pin Shoot, of course, which is back on, and I have been to, twice.
  7. OK, back to the era of trucker hats, trimmed beards, and post-1980s. That's a Steel Challenge 12th shirt I'm wearing, so clearly this is later than 1992. but not much, since the range at Second Chance isn't covered. Those who were there can tell you the names of the two people we can see. Those who weren't, can't.
  8. Doing some more cleaning, and I came across a letter from Nyle Leatham. A form letter. Nyle had the bright idea of setting up a camera on a tripod, and getting aciton photos of each shooter. Then, sending out letters with the frames from teh contact sheets, and letting you know you caould have your own full-szied action shots, as if you had been featured in the pages of American Handgunner. I had intended to send off for a pritn, but one thing led to another, and I didn't. This was the 1992 Steel Challenge, the third one run by Kerby Smith, and by then it had moved to Bakersfield, I believe.
  9. Bob shuttles back and forth to AZ. I'm still an LGC member, it's where I get my work done.
  10. Worn out long ago, and besides, I have no hope of fitting into pants with a 28" waist any more. Don't have the hat, either, just the guns, the patches the loot and the memories.
  11. And finally, some rolling thuinder, three-man team action. Closest to the camera is Paul Askew, with a comped .45 and eight assigned pins. In the middle is Bob Gerak, with an 870, and eight assigned pins. I'm the guy furthest away, with my Remington Model 11, my eight pins, and we have a plan; the idea is teamwork, not spectacular demonstrations of shooting skills. And, we are all trying our best to shoot at about 85% of max throttle. Three-man teams needed a clean run from all three, on the same run. In 1986, a winning time for the five-pin was just under four seconds a table, or 20 seconds total. A winning time for 3-man was anything under five-and-a-half seconds. At 85% throttle, we're playing the percentages. The plan was to post a time good enough to get on the prize table, then come back and do better. You could enter a dozen times in 1986, later years, entries were unlimited.
  12. The five-pin event in 1986 was still done on the flat-eight tables. That is, they were stands that supported a 4'X8' sheet of steel. eight pins, you had to knock them off, and time was a ticking. And no "New York Reload" allowed. You had to dump the empty six and reload the same wheelgun. This would have been the faux 25-2 I built, on an M-28 frame, with a barrel from a gun show and a cylinder from S&W.
  13. The true tale of the HK 21, and the range set on fire? Here's the gun in question. Yes, that's me, smiling like a maniac, and yes, that's my beard. I was bearded like a pirate before it was tacticool to be bearded.
  14. OK, here goes. This is from the Main Event, the 5-pin event, in June 1986. I still have that gun, it is a single-stack .45 ACP, but it has had a new barrel and comp since then. In 1986, I would have been shooting a 200 grain Speer JHP over 6.3 grains of WW-231. Note the hand position. This was state-of-the-art ca. 1986, and not much has changed since then.
  15. I've already scanned them, i just can't remember how to wrestle them into a post.
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