Saturday was supposed to be double-booked. We were going to shoot in a competition at a club in Wright City. We were also supposed to show up for a workday at our “home” club. Every member is required to put in 16 hours of maintenance per year, and we are running out of year. My […]

Comic book shows and gun shows are stupid. Both are places you go to pay too much money for crap just because it’s the only place you can find said crap. Only an idiot buys a gun at a gun show. If it’s possible to pay more than retail for a gun or gun part, […]

Friday afternoon I got the call announcing that my special order finally arrived. My new pistol shipped from the factory. Serial number in the low 5000s. I wanted lower, but… As hard as it is to find the Heckler VP9s, I should have been happy to get my paws on any one I could. I […]

Dang it. I’m the guy who takes out his contact lenses once every three weeks. Usually when they crisp up and dry out and they can’t make it another day without a soak in their tiny twin Cialis bathtubs. As I pulled the Fritos off my irises last night, the thought went through my mind: […]

I don’t even want to talk about the IPDA pistol completion in which me and the missus participated this weekend. I stunk up the place. I was cookin’ onions. The missus did much better than I. Repeating for emphasis: Much. We’ve been flirting with this scenario for a while. Then came the day when I […]