Category: Guns

Shooter Self-Care at NRAAM 

I had some high expectations for this class based on the reviews from those who attended last year at Indy.

My expectations were met and exceeded. 

I learned a lot, but I also learned how much I knew was fecking worthless, or worse, could let someone die. 

Like so much of our world, the first part was to have a plan – know what to do in case of emergency. Where’s the first aid kit? What needs to be in the first aid kit? Is there an AED available if someone’s heart stops? 

We learned how to do chest compressions and work with an AED. Guess what? CPR has changed since I was first introduced to it in high school some two decades ago. For a layperson, forget breathing into the person and focus on chest compressions and the AED.

We learned how and when to apply a tourniquet. First, they aren’t as horrific as medical legend claims. Second, I will say applying a tourniquet one-handed can be a bitch.

Finally, Lawdog had a segment on the psychological and physiological effects of “critical stress.” 

Kelly said he wants to do this again at next year’s NRAAM in Louisville. I can’t recommend this enough for anyone. Well worth the price of admission. 

Money Spent on Day 1 of NRAAM

1. Gave some to Knife Rights. They’ve been fighting the good fight against asinine knife laws.

2. Streamlight – Bought their big Seige lantern (which means I need to go get some D-cells) and their little Seige lantern. Also picked up another of their Styluses. I like the little lights because they give off enough light and I can hand them off to others if necessary.

3. Nifty little beanie from Emerson.

  

Friday Quote – Marko Kloos

In a truly moral and civilized society, people exclusively interact through persuasion. Force has no place as a valid method of social interaction, and the only thing that removes force from the menu is the personal firearm, as paradoxical as it may sound to some.

When I carry a gun, you cannot deal with me by force. You have to use reason and try to persuade me, because I have a way to negate your threat or employment of force. The gun is the only personal weapon that puts a 100-pound woman on equal footing with a 220-pound mugger, a 75-year old retiree on equal footing with a 19-year old gangbanger, and a single gay guy on equal footing with a carload of drunk guys with baseball bats. The gun removes the disparity in physical strength, size, or numbers between a potential attacker and a defender.

 

Marko Kloos, in this post

I Am Sheep

So, this happened in my neighborhood last night.

I’m not even going to touch if it was a good shoot or not. There’s not enough info. 

My problem? I heard the gunfire and dismissed it. I thought my damn neighbors were shooting off fireworks again. I was pissed that I’d just managed to drift off when they lit them off. (I go to bed early because I get up early)

Except, there was that niggling in the back of my head that those were just a bit loud for fireworks. The part that said, maybe you should call the police. I ignored it. I went back to sleep. Then, I leave for work and the street is taped off and crammed with sheriff deputies, FDLE, and newsies.

I fucked up. I should have listened to that niggling part of my mind. It wouldn’t have mattered this time, but it would have set up the mental pathways if there is ever a next time.

My only comfort is that I’ve gained experience.

Good judgement comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgement.