I just got back this afternoon from another defensive handgun class at Frontsight, Nevada. Some random reflections:
1) I transported a couple firearms thru the airlines (Allegiant, if anyone cares) for the first time. Here's how I packed 'em: each handgun was cable locked inside of their respective case. The cases themselves were not locked but were in a hard sided suitcase which was locked. Announced that I was checking firearms, the ticket agents inserted a red tag in the suitcase which I re-locked and that was it. A complete non-issue.
2) Weather was cold and wet and the range was a bit muddy. A couple (just a couple) folks left. Our range master stated that "if it ain't raining, we ain't training". I like that. IMHO, this is exactly when you want to train. Any thing which increases the stress factor is good.
3) Instructors woofing at you, lead and brass flying everywhere, bullhorns, buzzers, and moving targets. Good-natured ribbing and a lot of encouragement from instructors and compatriots. Does it get any better?
4) When you spend extended time with people under these conditions, you make good friends. I always end up exchanging cards, phone numbers, and e-mail addresses with people from all around the country when the course is done.
5) There ain't no liberals! At least, that I've ever detected. You are among folks who are completely in sync with your personal and political beliefs. Obviously, we can't live our everyday lives like this, but I love feeling like I'm among my true brother and sister patriots.
6) It does take a few bucks to do this, but it's worth every penny.
7) I'm exhausted, hands are chapped, cut, and swollen. Back hurts. Got a slight headache. In short, I am rejuvenated.
FWIW.
1) I transported a couple firearms thru the airlines (Allegiant, if anyone cares) for the first time. Here's how I packed 'em: each handgun was cable locked inside of their respective case. The cases themselves were not locked but were in a hard sided suitcase which was locked. Announced that I was checking firearms, the ticket agents inserted a red tag in the suitcase which I re-locked and that was it. A complete non-issue.
2) Weather was cold and wet and the range was a bit muddy. A couple (just a couple) folks left. Our range master stated that "if it ain't raining, we ain't training". I like that. IMHO, this is exactly when you want to train. Any thing which increases the stress factor is good.
3) Instructors woofing at you, lead and brass flying everywhere, bullhorns, buzzers, and moving targets. Good-natured ribbing and a lot of encouragement from instructors and compatriots. Does it get any better?
4) When you spend extended time with people under these conditions, you make good friends. I always end up exchanging cards, phone numbers, and e-mail addresses with people from all around the country when the course is done.
5) There ain't no liberals! At least, that I've ever detected. You are among folks who are completely in sync with your personal and political beliefs. Obviously, we can't live our everyday lives like this, but I love feeling like I'm among my true brother and sister patriots.
6) It does take a few bucks to do this, but it's worth every penny.
7) I'm exhausted, hands are chapped, cut, and swollen. Back hurts. Got a slight headache. In short, I am rejuvenated.
FWIW.