Dances With Wolves

I have over the course of the last four days been watching the Kevin Costner film Dances With Wolves. I remember having seen parts of it when I was younger, but I couldn’t watch a four hour movie with out getting bored. I didn’t really even remember what the movie was entirely about. The reason I watched it now is very simple, Kane said lets watch this. I said ok. He bought it from the BX over here, it is the extended version with four hours of movie and alot of special features. I enjoyed the film alot more now, than when I was younger, that is to be expected of course though. It kind of makes you wonder what other good movies your missing out on. I am sure there are plenty of them, including ones that will be recommended to me and I will still never watch. Others though I might get around to watching sooner or later.

Long Guns

I am going to eventually need to get a rifle, I already have a shotgun, and will be getting my handgun soon. A rifle is needed for hunting certain animals, some of wich I may get a chance to. Also I just love shooting guns, so why not have a rifle. Of course there are plenty of other reasons I can think of to own a rifle too.I haven’t done a lot of research and don’t plan on getting one this year, howeer I think it might be nice to have a .308 Bushmaster Varminter style gun(go here for more info http://www.gunblast.com/Bushmaster_Varminter.htm.) It would be useful for prarrie dogs, deer, elk, big cats, and for precision target shoting at the range. I am not even sure if bushmaster makes any variants in a .308, however there are plenty of companies that make the parts to build your own. I might do that as a project some time, but for now I am more focused on my pistol.  

Pool

I play pool against Kane pretty often, he has improved considerably, I have improved a little. I used to win a game once in a while now he just runs the table on me. He is getting to where he can make jump shots(the que ball jumps over another ball and still goes where he wants it to) now. I am not complaining or anything I just didn’t know what else to write about. There was a point where he would deserve to win the game, but he always scratched on the eight-ball, and so I would win by default it happened a lot. I can’t remember the last time he has lost a game to me now though. Oh well, lets go see if I can lose again.

Food

I enjoy peanut butter and jelly. I do like to change things up once in a while though, tonight I had peanut butter and honey, heated up and mixed together on an English muffin. I sometimes toast the English muffin, or use regular bread. I sometimes do peanut butter and jelly on the English muffin. Somedays I even do peanut butter and syrup(though not often) I eat cereal or oatmeal pretty regularly also. I miss the simple things like crackers and peanut butter, or ramen noodles, I live off those when I am not deployed though, so I won’t be missing them pretty soon. I actually don’t mind cooking to much, I just don’t like cooking for one person, that and I rarely ever have the required pots and pans and ingredients for anything. I think that gladware and the microwave were invented for bachelors though so I make good use of both of them when I am back in the States. Oh yeah, I also eat fruit pretty much everynight, either a banana, apple or kiwis, and occasionally sliced peaches(although not as often do to the thick syrup.)

Camping

So I plan on going camping when I get back to the states, it looks as though my dad is going to come out to Utah and we will go down to Zion National Park area. There is a area on the Utah/Arizona border called “The Wave” it is an huge area of petrified sand dunes  it looks pretty cool in the pictures I have seen. The frustrating thing with the wave is trying to obtain a permit. Only 20 permits are given out in a day, 10 in advance and 10 the day of. There aren’t open reservations for several months out, and it could be risky to get there and not receive a permit. I think it is a chance we are willing to take though. For more information and some pictures you can look here  http://www.zionnational-park.com/coyote-buttes-paria.htm 

I went to Moab last year and had an awesome time, this year though is going to be real camping in tents, no trailers. I won’t have the budget I had last year either so I can’t afford to rent cool toys and pay for white water rafting trips. I think it will a lot of fun though I am sure we will get to do a good amount of hiking, taking pictures, and exploring the natural beauty of Utah.

Stories of Heros

I was reading on SIGForums earlier and came across this story of a True American Hero. The saddest thing is I know people with similar stories.—————-

Hello All.

I am new to this group; however I am not new to carrying. I have been carrying for awhile now. I have lived my entire life by the traditional Republican values (yes I said I am a Republican and damn proud of it!), the Boy Scout Motto of Be Prepared, and the motto Better to be judged by 12 than carried by 6.

I carry six guns. All of them are Glocks in .40 S&@ caliber with Night Sights and are bone stock except for some wolf springs. I carry 2 Glock 22s on my right and left hips in C-Tacs, 2 Glock 23s in my Alessi Bodyguard shoulder holster, 1 Glock 27 on my left ankle, and another Glock 27 in my right hand pocket. I also carry some folding knives. I carry 2 Chris Reeves folding knives, both of them are Sebenzas. I carry the small one in the left hand pocket of my 5.11 Tactical pants. I carry the larger one in the mag pocket on the right hand side with a Glock 22 magazine. I carry another 4 Glock 22 magazines behind the guns on my hips. I carry an extra magazine on a mag pouch on my right hip. I also carry a surefire E2E flashlight clipped onto my left hand pocket. You never know when you will need a light. I am going to be carrying 2 pairs of hand cuffs when I decide on a decent manufacturer and holster (suggestions are wanted). For my commo gear (I wasnt in the military but I adopted some of it into my everyday lingo through many CCW courses) I use a Nextel I560 phone in black (dont want to get the yellow one and give my reflection away in case some BG seems me in an alley) and I have a Pager with Skytel service. I also have a Zippo lighter in case I need to make a torch or something if stuck in a Hurricane Katrina situation. I also carry some OC spray (Fox labs if youre wondering)

I just wanted to share some of my experiences. I have been carrying a long time. I remember when I got my first permit. I felt ecstatic. It was an awesome responsibility I was ready to deal with. Not to mention I had been trained for it. I took an intensive CCW class that was several hours in length and have taken a few classes since then. I was like a Police Officer on his first shift. I was so happy that I had been granted the right to carry because there needs to be many more CCWers to help bring crime rates down. It is a heavy burden that we as Sheepdogs have to bear to protect the sheeple.

On my first day CCWing I went on patrol and walked around the entire neighborhood watching things with my hyper sense of awareness. Nobody but other CCWers understands what I am talking about. I walked through the neighborhood and I saw the illegal immigrants sitting on the stoop watching me with a keen eye. I suspect that they were intimidated by my presence (I am 61 and 325 lbs) with a 50 inch waist. I dont understand Spanish but they must have been talking about me.

As a side note, what does Gordo mean?

I continued walking and I saw some gangbangers. There were 4 urban youth (read black kids playing basketball with jerseys listening to crap music err I mean rap music) who were probably carrying illegally. They were talking on someones porch. They looked at me and started talking amongst themselves. One of them called me biggie (some sort of respect thing?) and I kept walking.

As I got further into town I realized I needed to recharge my batteries with some food. I got myself a burrito at the local store. It was being worked by illegals (they are everywhere arent they?) but they make some damn good burritos and nachos. I got a huge super burrito (the kind that are football size) and some nachos with extra cheese and jalapenos. A large soda would wash that down nicely. I brought my food to the table and then got up to fill my soda (it was a self serve soda fountain) when some illegal immigrant gangbanger drug dealers walked in. One of them looked at me and I knew I was in for some trouble. They were probably packing guns. Gangbangers always pack lorcins and hi-points and not quality tactical gear. I made eye contact to let them know that I am hyper aware and that they will not be getting past me should something go down. Those stupid illegal immigrant gangbangers would regret messing with me.

Sure enough they called me a racist name. (Only white people can be racist, stupid racist illegal loving liberals!). I ignored it because I never start trouble when I am CCWing. I just waited in line for the soda machine when one of them pushed me. He wasnt strong enough to push my 345 lb frame. I told him not to touch me and took a defensive posture. I read about it on some tactical forums. Its one Navy SEALs use when going into close quarters combat. (I am not a SEAL or a veteran but I train just as hard with my CCW.) My CCW instructor approved of it and I told the illegal scumbag gangbanger that I would use force to defend myself and my family (who were not there, they dont patrol the neighborhood with me) if he should continue his attack.

They laughed and pushed me again. I pushed back. I threw my weight into it and pushed him into some tables. His other stupid Mexican illegal immigrant friend started saying something in Spanish and he put his hand into his pocket. I reached for the Glock 22 on my right hip and drew. The illegal immigrant took his hand out of his pocket and I told him to get down on the ground. Then I told his buddies to do the same thing. I then proceeded to handcuff the one who pushed me and the bigger of the other two. I then put on some Hatch Cooltac gloves and searched them. All of the employees in the store and the customers started clapping and cheering for me.

Bu not one to neglect my civic duty I had to keep a close eye and my Glock on the other one until my backup arrived. The responding officers came in with their guns drawn and ready to do some wet work. I laughed as once they saw me they put their guns away and I holstered mine. They proceeded to laugh once they saw I had the situation under complete control. They asked my advice on guns and we talked. I told them how I considered law enforcement at one point but I felt the job wasnt my forte. They didnt cuff me or anything and just took a statement. One of them even offered to buy me lunch and I got the number of one of the female officers who responded to the man with a gun call. When will the liberal anti-gunners learn that people like me are able to handle ourselves and act as sheepdogs for them (the sheeple)? Anyway we are going to the range and I am going to show her how to shoot. She also expressed getting her CCW permit. Luckily I have a lot of training and know a lot of people so she will probably taking a class where she will learn to think tactically.

After about 10 minutes of questioning from the cops I was ready to hit the streets again. I continued to walk down the street and check the neighborhood out. I decided that I should probably check the local Dunkin Donuts / Baskin Robbins out. I wanted to stop and rest my tired feet but as a civic minded CCWer I would not shirk my god given responsibilities to protect the neighborhood. I went in and got myself an extra large Peanut Butter and Chocolate malt. As I waited for the raghead to make my malt I noticed one of the officers I saw at the burrito shop. He nodded at me and I sat down at the table next to him. He told me what a good job I did and how much he loved responsible CCWers. I told him that it was just the training from my CCW classes. The whole You default to your level of training thing. He was very impressed and said I would make a fine tac-officer (SWAT for all you non-LEO types). Then he offered to pay for my malt as the raghead guy who worked there called out my order.

That was just one of my many forays into the streets. What made it unique was that it was my first day CCWing. Since then I have become an old hand when it comes to CCWing. I just wanted to share what my first day was like.

Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy-Quotes

I saw this movie on TV the other night. I’d seen it before, but it is funnier after you watch it a second or third time with friends who also have nothing better to do than laugh at stupid stuff. Any way here are some of my favorite quotes.(got them from www.imdb.com)

Veronica Corningstone: This is pathetic.
Ron Burgundy: You’re pathetic.

Ron Burgundy: Great Odin’s raven.

Brick Tamland: [riding a bear] Hey, Ron. I’m riding a furry tractor.

Ron Burgundy: Look, it’s the most glorious rainbow ever.
Veronica Corningstone: Do me on it.
Ron Burgundy: It’s so damn hot… milk was a bad choice.

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Ron Burgundy: [to Veronica Corningstone as the news has just gone off the air] You’re a real hooker. I’m gonna slap you in public.

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Ron Burgundy: [to Veronica Corningstone] I’m gonna shoot you with a BB gun when you’re not looking. Yep, back of the head.
Brian Fantana: Ron, I know it sounds harsh, but God does not want her to live.
Ron Burgundy: Boy, that escalated quickly… I mean, that really got out of hand fast.
Champ Kind: It jumped up a notch.
Ron Burgundy: It did, didn’t it?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart.
Ron Burgundy: I saw that. Brick killed a guy. Did you throw a trident?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident.
Ron Burgundy: Brick, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. You should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you’re probably wanted for murder.

Veronica Corningstone: Take me to Pleasure Town.
Ron Burgundy: Oh, we’re going there.
Ron Burgundy: Why don’t you go back to your home on Whore Island?
Brian Fantana: Panda Watch. The mood is tense; I have been on some serious, serious reports but nothing quite like this. I uh… Ching… King is inside right now. I tried to get an interview with him, but they said no, you can’t do that he’s a live bear, he will literally rip your face off.
[to the Panda]
Brian Fantana: Hey, you’re making me look stupid. Get out of here, Panda Jerk.

Ron Burgundy: I don’t know how to put this but I’m kind of a big deal.

Ron Burgundy: VERONICA CORNINGSTONE AND I HAD SEX AND WE ARE IN LOVE!
[Brian shuts office door]
Ron Burgundy: Did I say that too loud?
Brian Fantana: Yeah, you sort of just yelled it.

Bartender: You know, times are changing. Ladies can do stuff now and you’re going to learn how to deal with it.
Ron Burgundy: What? Were you saying something? Look, I don’t speak Spanish.

Ron Burgundy: Discovered by the Germans in 1904, they named it San Diego, which of course in German means a whale’s vagina.
Ron Burgundy: [after jumping into the grizzly bear pit at the San Diego Zoo] I immediately regret this decision.

Holsters

I have been comparing holsters for the gun I plan to get. I have realized that holsters are expensive, the good ones tend to be custom made to fit you type of gun, and you can’t use one holster for everything. I think I am going to need at least two holsters and I have thought about a shoulder rig also. I will be carrying concealed all the time so I need something of some comfort but primarily easy to draw from and maintain concealment. Depending on the clothing I am wearing that could be hard or relatively easy. It will be much easier to conceal a weapon in the colder months or when I wear a jacket, in the warmer months I am going to want to wear just a t-shirt. This is where I run into problems it seems as though i will leave an imprint of the gun or it won’t be properly concealed. I guess when I get back and have some time to play with different holster styles and placement I will be able to make a decision.

Not much to write

I don’t have anything interesting to write about tonight. I am ready to leave this country and hopefully never return, I don’t think I am homesick, I just want to get back to the states so I can do the things I enjoy. Shoot guns, go off-roading(wait seems like I’d be able to do that here.)  I want to go camping again this year when I return, I am more likely going to go by myself this year though. I really want to get my handgun though that is one of my priorities for my money.