Ladies and Gentlemen, I have seen the promised land of shooting ranges. I was there all day yesterday with the guys from Tac-Con, and I’m smitten. Imagine for a second, tactical bays out to 100 yards as far as the eye can see. Pistol bays that stretch still further. A 1000-yard range with wind flags each 100 yards along the way. Trap. Skeet. And even sporting clays. Folks, I give you . . .
I’ve been out in Phoenix since Monday hanging with a bunch of other new media types and the guys from Tac-Con, manufacturers of triggers that got a bunch of press and notoriety a few months back when they released their 3MR trigger. The 3MR sports a traditional semi-automatic position along with a third mode that featured an extraordinarily short reset allowing very quick follow up shots. They haven’t been sitting around since that release and are now working on a trigger called the 241 (two for one, geddit?). To quote our illustrious and eloquent vice president, “This is a big f*cking deal” . . .
We’ve broken for lunch after a morning of shooting with the guys at Tac-Con, makers of AR trigger groups. They’ve debuted some new products, modified some of their existing lineup, and reduced prices. I’ve managed to burn through a few hundred rounds this so far, watched an AK nearly catch fire, and started the formation of some opinions . . .
Nothing has ever made me feel more like the stereotypical blogger than angrily opening my laptop, connecting to the intertubes and furiously airing my grievances to the world. Double points for using a grainy cell phone photo as an illustration. But sometimes, stupidity demands to be highlighted . . .
As you read this, I’m sitting on an airplane headed west towards Phoenix to spend a few days at the range with the people from Tac-Con to see what they’re up to, blow off some rounds, and generally have a good time out in the desert. In case you’ve been buried under a rock for the last year, let get you up to speed . . .
Those of you who don’t live in south Texas or the southwest in general are really missing out on some good Mexican food. More specifically, good Tex-Mex. There’s nothing quite like breakfast tacos on an early Saturday morning. My favorite being barbacoa with an icy cold Big Red. And yes, this is a going to be about guns. I’m getting there . . .
Nick and I are the resident TTAG aviation geeks. Nick’s actually doing something about it by getting his pilot’s license, while I stare longingly at the skies, reading every aviation publication I can find. I regularly check out Foxtrot Alpha as part of that search which is how I happened along the story of Twilight Tear, a P-51 Mustang with six real-life, functional machine guns mounted in the wings . . .
For those building their own AR or going from a standard hand guard to a free floated one, you’ll need a gas block. They’re seemingly a dime a dozen, but having one that doesn’t work or is too heavy can ruin your day. Awhile back, I tested out the ODIN Works hand guard. Included in the box of goodies from ODIN Works was their low profile gas block . . .
Last year, I had a bulb that burned out in my right rear tail light. I found that out when I got pulled over by the Johnson City PD. When I made it out to the ranch, I discovered that the head of one of the Phillips screws holding the lens in place was completely stripped. If you do any work at all on your guns, you’ve surely had a similar issue. Usually it’s some infinitesimally small Allen head screw. You strip it, curse loudly, and then try to figure out a way to get it out . . .
A few weeks ago, I wrote a little bit about hunting, and hunting for meat, and how much of a spiritual experience hunting has become for me. There were quite a few comments on that article about our readers’ desire for recipes for wild game, something I’m very excited about putting together. The really interesting thing I saw was a few comments in reference to a casual comment I made about eating what I kill save for the occasional raccoon. There were a couple jokes about, “Why not raccoons too?” Which got me thinking . . .
For you non-Texans out there, let me open by saying that carrying a gun here in the Lone Star State is fraught with obstacles. First, you have to get your permit, and unlike Arizona to our left or Florida to our right, the process is time consuming and expensive. Second, having a permit doesn’t guarantee that you can actually carry your gun everywhere you’d like. There are the obvious federal properties where you’re statutorily disarmed (schools, post offices, etc.) but in addition to those, your forward progress can also be halted by three signs . . .