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So, I Went SHOOTING On Monday…

la-dee da, la dee da…

Actually, this is a VERY BIG DEAL!

Since I became ill (with the lymphoma* – the unnecessary extra the is necessary now that I’m getting older!¬† ūüėõ¬† ) and went on disability, I’ve been shooting very little.¬† Perhaps six or seven times in the past 7 years…

And, when I was working I was going two to three times a month!

This is a very big deal, and a good thing!

(THANK YOU TO MY BENEFACTORS WHO PROVIDE TRANSPORTATION AND FUNDING, AND THOSE WHO PROVIDED AMMUNITION.  YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.)

AND, I’m told there is a tentative shooting date in DECEMBER!

OO-RAH!

‘hats and horns all around!’hats-and-horns

*I’ve been in remission since August 2009, thank-you-very-much!¬† Six months of chemo did the trick.¬† (knock-on-wood!)

 

 

Please Keep Yet Another Good Thought!

Or prayer, if that’s your thing…

TOMI, known to some of you long time readers of this humble blog, goes in for rather serious surgery this morning.

If all goes well, she will be released this Saturday.

She and I worked together at TMCCC, going back to the 80’s.¬† We even shared a cubicle for a time.¬† I even took her shooting once!

While we differ philosophically and politically, she has always been respectfully of our rights to differ, and has been quite supportive, personally, professionally, and in many other ways.

She and her wonderfully-generous husband Kevin (who also worked @ TMCCC) even helped me move from my house to my current digs!  And Kevin has helped me with automotive issues.

Tomi has had some difficult health issues for some time.  Hopefully, this will get her to the other side of at least some of those.

Thank you.

P.S.¬† –¬† Per her husband, everything went according to plan!¬† ūüôā

A Late Notice For Arizonans!

And enterprising (shooter and other) visitors to the Phoenix area…

(It’s not my fault!¬† The NRA/ILA dropped the ball – Guffaw!)

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Table Mesa Recreation Area is a very popular with recreational target shooters, off-highway vehicle riders, equestrians, mountain bikers, hikers, and others because of its close proximity to the Phoenix area. Unfortunately, this area is also prone to illegal dumping, littering, and debris that need to be cleaned up. Volunteer clean up events are the only way to keep this heavily used area an enjoyable place to recreate.
Please bring water, work gloves, hat, sunscreen, trash pinchers, buckets, and wear long pants and sturdy shoes. 4WD and OHV vehicles are useful.
The event will be held this Sunday from 8:00 to Noon.
The Table Mesa Recreation Area is located off I-17 (Mile Marker 236) and Table Mesa Road. Head west on Table Mesa Road, then north on the frontage road. Follow signs posted at the end of the pavement. Volunteers will also be on site providing more information and directions. Please park in rows as directed by signs and volunteers when signing in. If parking along a road, park only on one side of the road to prevent blocking traffic.
We regret the short notice asking our NRA members to come out and volunteer. Many have in the past and we hope you can help this Sunday. If you can, please wear your NRA shirt or hat to identify you as a NRA volunteer. Every volunteer counts for this event!

Unfortunately, I will be unable to attend.¬† ūüė¶

This is one my favorite desert shooting venues (as it was Bob Hall’s) and is constantly in need of attention.¬† Please help if you are able.

Yep, Another Bob!

Long-time readers of my drivel will recall I seem to have attracted an inordinate number of friends, relatives and acquaintances named either BOB or DAVE.  (One guy was even named Robert Davidson!)

This is about yet another Bob…

I met Bob P. when he was a guard supervisor for B**** Security.  The Captain.  It was his function to travel to all the guard posts, usually at night, making certain the security guard had arrived for duty, was in uniform, awake and not intoxicated.  And to obtain a replacement should a guard call in sick, or just not show up.  Or, replace the guard himself, if no one was available.

He got to know me, as I was one of the ‘regulars’ who showed up for duty, knew his job, and had some kind of education. ¬†He obtained permission from upper company management to make me his ‘second-in-command’. I became a lieutenant, obtained a small raise, and while continuing to work at my regular guard post three days a week, was tasked with doing the supervisor’s job the other two days. ¬†The idea was so that Bob could get two days off. ¬†Many ‘adventures’ ensued.

Bob was a large man, and had a deep, booming voice.  And loved to listen to and sing operatic music Рin spite of the fact he had been born in the South.  Seriously, in another life, he could have been a professional singer or an announcer.

But, as it is with many people, Bob had a phobia.  His was getting up in front of  groups of people(!) Doing a long stint in the Air Force and traveling the World failed to cure him of that.

I followed Bob from B****, to D******* Security, and ultimately to TMCCC (in 1987). ¬†He knew I’d both education and experience in investigation, and figured if he could do it, I could.

He loved movies, and was the first of the people I knew to buy a VCR! ¬†It was a Magnavox, ran on vacuum tubes, and weighed a ton! ¬†I believe it cost around $1000 (in 1975). ¬†It took VHS-sized tapes, but the recording system had yet to be standardized. ¬†He had hundreds he’d recorded off television that were unwatchable when the machine burned up in the mid-80s. ¬†Lot’s of sci-fi and John Wayne.

We also shot competitively together in a league of armed security guards he helped form.  He reloaded much of the ammo we used.  We engaged in friendly competition Рsometimes he would win; sometimes I would.

We worked together @ TMCCC for a number of years as credit card fraud investigators. ¬†He became involved in a number of ‘beefs’ with management and left the company, returning to physical security. He divorced his second wife, and married a younger woman. ¬†Then decided to move out-of-state and return to his Southern routes as a farmer.

We lost touch with one another.  Ultimately, utilizing the Internet, I determined he had passed away from a heart attack in Las Vegas(!?) in 2005.  I never found out what happened to his wife.

The reason all this came to mind was I remembered celebrating his 50th birthday, with a few other close friends. ¬†He had been born October 30, 1939, simultaneous with the Orson Welles’ radio broadcast of The War Of The Worlds. ¬†He would sometimes claim he was brought here by the Martians.

He was certainly out-of-this world.

I miss you, Bob.  You were a good friend.

Rare As Hen’s Teeth

hens teethToday, I get to do something rare (for me) as hen’s teeth.

GO SHOOTING!  :-p

Between not having the funds for ammunition, a decent vehicle for travel and few firearms from which to choose, shooting is indeed a rarity.  I miss it.

Fortunately, my friend Bob (a former PI boss and gun shop boss) suggested we get together as we used to and hit the desert.¬† He’s bringing an appropriate vehicle and targets.¬† I’m bringing my 1911 and some ammo, on loan from my roomie!¬† (aren’t friends great?)

We can’t stay out too long, as Bob has family responsibilities in town, but just getting away – ‘recoil therapy’ – should be fun.

I’ll try to do an after-action report.¬† Be safe!

Guffaw

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In Loving Memory…