Having a second gun on me confounds the debate I constantly have with myself:
A small revolver because it's good for contact shots, but low capacity; a J-Frame?
-or-
A small pistol that uses the same mags and operating system as my primary; a G26?
Having a second gun on me confounds the debate I constantly have with myself:
A small revolver because it's good for contact shots, but low capacity; a J-Frame?
-or-
A small pistol that uses the same mags and operating system as my primary; a G26?
Is the boy you were proud of the man you are?
Fimbo iliyo mkononi, ndio iuwayo nyoka!
"BLM land" is too varied to just dismiss shooting on it at all.
Within an hour or two of me I can be on a salt flat with sight lines only limited by the earths curvature and not a living creature for miles or tucked away in a pit next to a river recreation area full of shifty characters with neck tattoos.
There are times I won't shoot at the gun club I am president of because I don't like the looks of the people on the firing line (semi-private club, by lease agreement our membership must be open to the general public). I can't toss people for being shady if they're following the rules.
At other times I will camp, hike and shoot on BLM land for two or three days at a time and not see another person the entire time.
Only place I absolutely won't go to is a somewhat local indoor range because their air filtration system is shit and I don't want black lung.
"For a moment he felt good about this. A moment or two later he felt bad about feeling good about it. Then he felt good about feeling bad about feeling good about it and, satisfied, drove on into the night."
-- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy --
I was at work one morning checking substations when a guy riding a bike passed by on the road. The guy was in his thirties and the first thing he said was "You're at my dad's work." then he saw my gun (holstered) and went absolutely ballistic. First he started screaming that the gun was fake then he started telling me he was going to kick my ass and get me fired. He rolled on down the hill and he was still screaming something I couldn't understand when he passed completely out of earshot.
I never saw him again but I'm sure he was a half a bubble off plumb