(from Free North Carolina)
Glock is protesting the military’s decision to replace its current sidearm with the relatively new SIG P320-based XM17. The military selected the SIG design to replace the aging Beretta M9 series pistols in service late last year.
The protest, filed with the U.S. Government Accountability Office, needs a response from the U.S. Army Materiel Command by June 5th of 2017.
Until the Army responds to the protest the switch from Beretta pistols to SIG pistols will not move forward. Time will tell if this is a business formality or if it will alter the course of the Army’s hunt for their next sidearm.
Last I knew, Glock didn’t have any U.S. production facilities (?) Kinda a deal breaker if they somehow ultimately win this p***ing contest.
(Of course, how long it would take to establish one? – witness Beretta)
I like Glocks. I like Sigs. The general consensus amongst gun folks (based on my tiny, unscientific sample
) is that either one would be sufficient.
Time, or rather the DOD, will tell!
As it states in the ‘about’ part of the blog, I’m a child of the 50’s. Television, movies, play, were all about The Lone Ranger, Space Command, Warner Bros. cartoons, Forbidden Planet, The Untouchables, and all other manner of sanitized violence.
And my green, wooden toy box reflected that.
It was filled with cars, trucks, robots, construction equipment, tools, and yes, toy guns. Including a multitude of cap guns and rifles-that-made-noise, play bullets and all manner of boy’s toys. Not a doll in sight.
Sadly, when my Dad married my step-mother, the toy box was moved to the exterior of the house. Wouldn’t want Guffaw’s toys to clutter the house, now would we? 😦
And, as I advanced in grade school, I played with them less. This meant my Mattel™ Fanner Fifty (with left-handed holster!), Detective Special (both re-loadable with Matty Mattel bullets and ignited with Greenie Stickum Caps), the construction gear, cars, tools, and everything else were subjected to the elements.
And eventually discarded. 😦
(My friend Leigh’s parents did film me in full cowboy regalia once, reenacting some scene from a forgotten cowboy TV show, running, jumping, rolling into prone, drawing and shooting one of my cap guns. Of course, the 8mm home movie is probably long lost.) 😦
This was when children played outside!
But, boys are nothing but ingenious! 🙂
My friends and I began constructing rubber-band guns, using scraps of wood we ‘found’ at housing construction sites. (Hey, we had to have guns!)
a less-refined version of this
Affix a spring closepin to one end, stretch a rubber band (or a series of them for greater distance) and viola’! A toy gun with which we could play cowboy, or soldier, or spy, or whatever.
Of course, we were never happy with the limited distance or inaccuracy. (Sound familiar?)
As we got into the 5th and 6th Grade, we clamored for more.
So we attached the rubber bands to the wood (ala a slingshot) and began looking for projectiles to shoot! Obviously, after a few misadventures with pebbles and bent bobbie-pins, we made the universal decision to not shoot one another.
For safety sake.
Of course, escalation lead to model rockets, amateur rockets, BB guns, and eventually real guns. Always something to shoot.
And, we still don’t shoot each other.
This isn’t South Chicago…
I like speaking and writing correctly. Sometimes, I even succeed at so doing. 🙂
Perhaps a better title for this post would be Word Pet Peeves.
I loathe the use of this instead of the correct word, REGARDLESS. Sadly, the O.E.D. (Oxford English Dictionary) has added this variant as a real word, because it is in common use.
My guess is people were trying to pronounce SUPPOSEDLY, and stumbled. Or mis-heard. Then adopted it as correct. It’s not.
I used to work with an investigator. An educated man, I can only surmise he mis-heard VERBATIM, and ran with it.
(One from my roommate) FORTE
When one is good at something. You may notice an accent is missing. It is NOT FORTE’ ! And is pronounced fort. Again, something done wrong in common usage. Look it up. I had to.
And don’t get me started on mis-heard song lyrics! I blame overly loud speakers, concert noise and the tinny AM radios of my youth. Any suggestion that over indulgence in alcohol or other chemicals does not apply – to me, anyway! 😛
There have been books written about them.
Doughnuts make my brown eyes blue
There’s a bathroom on the right.
Hold me closer Tony Danza
‘Scuse me while I kiss this guy.
I’m certain you can add to the list(?)
Old stuff! (NO – not the 70’s TV series!) 😛
I’ve recently been blessed with the acquisition (or re-acquisition) of two firearms, as recounted in these pages – a first-year, original old frame style Ruger Security Six, and a Sig Sauer P245.
Both long out-of production and both ‘classics’ in their own right.
And both are fine to carry and shoot just as they are, but…
Like most gun folks, I cannot leave well enough alone!
Regarding the Ruger Security Six, she has the standard stocks. When I was previously gun poor and carried her as a loaner (thanks again Dave the
genius mechanic!) she was resplendent with a pair of Herrett Shooting Star checkered stocks. Reportedly, these cracked beyond repair and have been discarded.
And Herrett no longer makes them for the original old frame.
Does anyone know where an old set might be acquired, or failing that, a similar style manufactured by some other manufacturer?
(Being an old-school gun guy just doesn’t get any easier?)
Now to the Sig Sauer P245. Again no longer in production. And the long-used night sites have faded to the brightness of the spark generated by breaking a Wint-O-Green Life Saver or white Necco Wafer in a dark closet. Fortunately, when I can afford it, replacements ARE available. (Although she does shoot quite well without any tritium, regardless!)
The ‘problem’ here is a decent IWB concealment holster. Just like the Ruger, as they are no longer in production, finding accountrement for her is difficult.
AND, of course, I’m left-handed!
I like the idea of something straight-drop in Kydex, but at this point anything above a Fruit-Of-The-Loom, metal clip-on chamois pouch would suffice.
Anybody? Bueller? Bueller?
(from TFB in part)
MHS Contract Awarded To The SIG Sauer P320!
The Sig Sauer P320 was selected as the winner of the Modular Handgun System contract on January 19th, 2017. This was the largest weapons contract that the Department of Defense has awarded in the last 32 years for a small arms replacement program. You can read the full details over at The Firearm Blog at the below link.
Breaking Story on The Firearm Blog: http://bit.ly/2jIiPtD
This story has come out the past few days, obviously overshadowed by political events of the day.
(It’s difficult to imagine we’ve had the Beretta M9 for 32 years!)
Of course, special ops/special team folks will still get to carry that which they choose, I imagine(?) Like the venerable 1911 and the Seals’ Sig Sauer P226.
There has been a back and forth thing with Sig Sauer regarding U.S. versus European production over the past few years. I imagine U.S. production will be required to pick up for the increased demand. And production security.
If I had the funds, I’d like to own one. (I don’t). I did have a Beretta back-in-the-day as well as a number of 1911s.
1911s are my first choice. I’m old-school. 🙂
I was never a huge circus guy as a kid, probably because I wasn’t a very good athlete – although the acrobats did impress me. Of course, being feet from large wild animals was thrilling! (except for the smell!) And being a ‘semi-professional’ magician (starting in the Fourth Grade) I was drawn to performers like clowns – even considering crossing the makeup line and becoming a clown magician myself! I’d read of Harry Houdini, and how he got his start in traveling carnivals performing feats of strength and ‘oddities’, like being able to pick up needles with his eyelashes while hanging inverted! (How one does this for an audience – who knows?)
But what really got my attention were the oddities, the Sideshow. The beginnings of the traveling circus. People and animals with disabilities or birth defects – Siamese twins, women with beards, two headed snakes – that sort of thing. Obviously, middle-America in the early 1800’s needed some kind of diversion, right?
And this is precisely why the circuses are ending. If one wants to see an elephant, there are thousands on You Tube. The same for magic, people with birth defects and feats of strength. No longer must one wait in line for tickets, endure the crowds, animal smells and over-priced popcorn to see such things. The circus can come to you! And there are TV, movies, shows – all stream-able to your TV, computer or cell phone.
Jeff Cooper sometimes spoke of seeing the elephant. In the olden days, a farm youth (as most were prior to 1920) had little or no exposure to life outside that which was on the farm. Birth, death, butchering, harvesting, hunting, planting – all hard physical labor. But little else.
When a boy ‘came of age’, his father would shove a few dollars in his pocket, point him to town, and tell him to go ‘see the elephant’. The circus was coming to town! The boy would dutifully go, see the elephant, the sideshow, perhaps have some liquor and engage in games of chance. If he had any money left, he might find a woman of ill-repute with whom to ‘spend some time’.
It was all about a rite-of-passage. Learning something about the outside world.
But, in today’s instantaneous electronically-connected world, there is no rite-of-passage. Boys (and girls) learn about sex from the Internet. Not exactly seeing the elephant.
No wonder instant gratification is the motto for the Millennials.
And we as a society are lesser for it.
Go see the elephant before the circus closes forever! Reportedly, they will stop using elephants by 2018. of course, the circus will end before that…
Find a woman?
Going to the recent memorial for Bob reminded me of others who have gone before.
Like my work-pal Clive!
One of most unforgettable characters when I worked @ TMCCC was CLIVE.
At least that’s the name from which we all knew him: Clive.
Could he have BEEN any more British?
Clive was another of the credit card fraud investigators with whom I worked. He had the accent, was married to his American wife (his 3rd, I think) and had lived in the United States (legally) 40 years.
I once asked him why he didn’t go for citizenship. He said a piece of paper wouldn’t change where he was born!
He was a classical liberal and loathed Margaret Thatcher. We had many a thrilling political discussion.
He found out via the company grapevine I was a firearms enthusiast, and was quite anxious to know if I had a Lee Enfield .303 rifle. He apparently was familiar with them through the British military. I did not, but he still wanted to go shooting with me. We made a desert run (with his pal, a retired Flagstaff PD guy ‘Harry’, also an investigator) and had a blast (no pun intended).
I suggested he could obtain his own SMLE, but he didn’t understand that particular abbreviation. And, anyway, he explained his American wife (whom he lovingly referred to as SWMBO*) wouldn’t stand for it. She didn’t like guns. I knew a high-end range in North Scottsdale offered lockers for storage. And he was carefully considering it.
I took a vacation week, and upon my return found out that Clive had also. He told his wife he was not feeling well and stretched out on their couch.
He never awakened. (this was some years ago)
I never knew much more about him, until I saw his obituary. Turned out his first name was Richard, and he had been a respected scientist in the U.K.
From his obituary, in part…
For many years Clive was a Research Scientist for Weyerhaeuser and has three patents. He was a founder of Home Builders International, which developed low cost housing in Third World countries using mostly straw and mud for construction. He and his wife, Dawn, spent six months in Mexico City where Clive helped establish a factory to manufacture the straw and mud into a material suitable for home construction. He was the founder of the Phoenix Institute of Technology. It was a national group of scientists who developed a report on methods to generate power in Third World countries using only local resources. The report was presented to the world at an international environmental conference in New Mexico in 1995. It was written initially for the Vatican and the Mennonite Church who are the largest missionary groups in the world. This research was done and sent with no monetary exchange. (…)
Clive served 3 years in 341 Squadron of the Air Training Corps, connected to the Royal Air Force. (…)
I miss our spirited exchanges, my friend.
*She Who Must Be Obeyed
(from Brock Townsend)
Via Ol’ Remus
A sensational discovery in Denisova Cave is at least 50,000-years-old BUT it wasn’t made by Homo sapiens. The 7-centimeter (2 3/4 inch) needle was made and used by our long extinct Denisovan ancestors, a recently-discovered hominin species or subspecies.
Scientists found the sewing implement – complete with a hole for thread – during the annual summer archeological dig at an Altai Mountains cave widely believed to hold the secrets of man’s origins. It appears to be still useable after 50,000 years.
Professor Mikhail Shunkov, head of the Institute of Archaeology and Ethnography in Novosibirsk, said: ‘It is the most unique find of this season, which can even be called sensational.
I know for every Indiana Jones fantasy there are many serious archaeological professionals out there, finding stuff heretofore unimaginable.
So much for the Earth only being 5000 years old and flat!
And cannot afford one!
I AM a learner, albeit a slow one. After shooting a friend’s Smith & Wesson J-Frame Monday last ( 🙂 ), I’m considering improving the trigger pull on mine.
You see, I generally prefer STOCK guns. When I had my Browning High Power, I purposely DID NOT REMOVE the magazine safety, as it was the way the gun was manufactured. (Yes, I know it improves trigger pull, yadda yadda…)
I’ve been carrying my S&W model 442 – electroless nickel for going on 22 years. With the stock trigger (15 pounds?). Because that’s the way it came. And I shoot ‘okay’ with her.
HOWEVER, my friend’s revolver had a trigger-job done on his. And the result was amazing. I inquired if he ever had a problem with lack-of-ignition. He replied in the negative.
As stated before, I cannot afford
an over-priced dilettante the services of a gunsmith.
Off to the Brownell’s website!
They have all manner of replacement spring kits for S&W J-Frames – including a Wilson version with one (7 1/2 pound?) mainspring and three choices of trigger return spring weight!
For under $10 !!!
And, while I’m not the most mechanically-adept (insert laughter here, Dave!) I do know how to remove the side plate and remove/replace springs.
My questions are – is this a good deal? Beneficial to the gun’s function? Are there other choices out there of similar cost that are better?
I figure minimally, I get to detail clean and lube the revolver and possibly improve function.
Inquiring minds want to know.
Better shape than mine…
This just in – I gave in and ordered the Wilson kit yesterday! 😛
Smith & Wesson and Brownell’s gave me nothing! Go Away FTC!
I’m having a bit of an identity crisis.
I was born white, which makes me a racist.
I am a fiscal and moral conservative, which makes me a fascist.
I am heterosexual, which makes me a homophobe.
I am non-union, which makes me a traitor to the working class and an ally of big business.
I am older than 55 and semi retired which makes me a useless old man.
I think and I reason; therefore I doubt much that the main stream media tells me, which makes me a reactionary.
I am proud of my heritage and our inclusive American culture, which makes me a xenophobe.
I value my safety and that of my family; therefore I appreciate the police and the legal system, which makes me a right wing extremist.
I believe in hard work, fair play, and fair compensation according to each individual’s merits, which makes me anti-social.
I, and my friends, acquired a good education without student loans and no debt at graduation, which makes me some kind of odd underachiever.
I believe in the defense and protection of the homeland by all citizens, which makes me a militarist.
Please help me come to terms with this, because I’m not sure who I am anymore!
And now I don’t know which bathroom to use anymore….
H/T Doverthere, Theo Spark