It has been a month without having one shot fired. Missed one IDPA match due to back problems and the last one on Saturday I had to sit out and dig deep to get the scores flowing in the laptop. Seventy shooters enduring 90+ degree weather came to our 9/11 Memorial Match which considering the really crappy closet we are forced to shoot in, it was an accomplishment for the shooters and their deep respect for the victims of 9/11.  So my co-conspirator in scoring Frank and I had to get all secretary with no time to put some lead on target.

While it is fulfilling to take care of your fellow shooters’ need and wants, I am going to shanghai into service some new blood. Ranges in South Florida are few and far between and having a range that allows you to draw and fast fire is almost a figment of your imagination. Some will not even allow a target that even hints a living thing so you are doomed to shoot concentric circles and that gets old pretty fast for me.

The powers that be in South Florida still have not realized the money they could have in income if they decided to give decent space to Action Shooting Sports. Trail Glades Range just underwent a multi-million dollar renovation and action shooting only got a couple of feet worth of berm raised in the “Tactical Range” A.K.A. The Closet which is basically one single solitary rectangular space in which you may park 6 cars or two trucks… if you are careful.

Anyway, rant off. I must get some trigger time and I am guessing I’ll be doing some dry firing till the next match. But November is coming along with vacation time in cool weather and I am planning on making up for lost time and unspent ammunition in Handgun, Shotgun and Rifle.

And I choose not to forget.

“And that was how a great scandal threatened to affect the kingdom of Bohemia, and how the best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman’s wit.  He used to make merry over the cleverness of women, but I have not heard him do it of late.  And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honorable title of the woman.”
(A Scandal in Bohemia. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.)

A Century or so before there were trekkies, there were (and still are) Sherlockians. Nowadays the fictional heroines are very voluptuous and with graphical depictions that leave almost nothing to the imagination. For us there is only one amazing redhead (As I see her) who according to Dr. Watson had a “superb figure outlined against the lights of the hall.” And yet she conquered us with her amazing brain and broke our hearts when she eloped with a stranger. She is the First Love, The One That Got Away, The Dark Secret In Our Hearts.

Remember always: It is not the choices you make that bear responsibility for your actions. It is never your fault even if you did it on your won. No sir, no way, no how: it was the gun and the violence that emmanates from an inanimate piece of metal.

That’s according to Meredith Mandell and Elizabeth Llorent, staff writers for  NorthJersey.com as the weave the tale of poor Mathew Malave. You see, poor Matt’s mistake was not that he was in a gang or that he was dealing dope (what kid nowadays does not do something like that?) or that he got shot twice for his extra curricular activities, Matt’s mistake is that he succumbed to the siren’s call of a gun that jumped like a cursed object in his hands and transformed him into a killer.

I can only guess that the writers of the article and many anti-gunners believe that gun makers add some sort of evil zombie additive to selected guns. This additive will transform any rational person into a Jason Vorhees or Freddy Kruger-like killer that will mow little children in a park without any remorse. But never that people are responsible for their actions or decisions and that the “enlightened” souls are the true at fault for their stupid social engineering and feel-good philosophy they’ve been shoving down our throats.

Jennifer had a great post regarding Hollywood types and their need to be communicational stupid in a grandiose scale. In her honor, I give you this: