lunes, 28 de febrero de 2011

Town Ordinance

What do you do when your town has no police force? Simple, require all households to have a gun!

From the AP:

GEUDA SPRINGS, Kan. - Residents of this tiny south-central Kansas community have passed an ordinance requiring most households to have guns and ammunition.

Noncomplying residents would be fined $10 under the ordinance, passed 3-2 earlier this month by City Council members who thought it would help protect the town of 210 people. Those who suffer from physical or mental disabilities, paupers and people who conscientiously oppose firearms would be exempt.

"This ordinance fulfills the duty to protect by allowing each individual householder to provide for his or her protection," said Councilman John Brewer.



To tell you the truth, I don’t think this ordinance will have much of an effect. I would say that most small town or rural households already have guns. Hell, when I lived in a small town, every third pickup had a rifle in the rack all during hunting season. I’d say the rest had them, just preferred not to store them in the vehicle.


Many Geuda Springs residents refused to talk about it, and others were tightlipped, saying outsiders should stay out of it.

"It's nobody's business but our own," said Phillip Russell, who owns a motorcycle shop in the town. "Everybody out of town is making this their business."



I can’t help but picture Phillip saying this while pointing a 12 ga. side by side at you!

Things you hear when you hang around with cops

While at the cabin last week, one of the guys put something in a way I had never thought of. He said that 98% of the population bemoans violence. 2% are okay with it. Of this 2%, half are wolves, ready to prey on the sheep. The other half are sheepdogs, which will keep the wolves at bay. The problem is, the sheep do not like having the sheepdogs around until the wolf comes after them.

He then went on to say that every time you step out the door without a firearm, open your mouth and say “baaaah”.

The Cabin Trip

The trip to the cabin was good, but too short, as always. The time there was split evenly between work and play. The first day we cut down several trees for firewood. We ended up with enough split & stacked for about a two year supply.

Day two was largely play time. One of the guys along on the trip is a police firearms trainer. So, he ran me through some shooting on the move drills. I ended up having one problem. When leaving the house, I grabbed a bag of .223, and noticed it was in Federal brass. I haven’t used Federal in years, and wondered why I had it sitting around. It wasn’t until I began shooting that I realized what it was. I had hurriedly loaded some cases that I had not trimmed to length. I was putting a light crimp on them, and the ones that were a bit long resulted in a bit of a bulge at the lower end of the shoulder. I had set them aside to be pulled, and fixed later. Obviously I had not marked the bag well enough. So, while using them, I got a jam every three to four rounds. While being maddening, it did work well for the training, as I could shout for cover fire and transition to my backup, while continuing to advance on the target.

Most of my shooting is at the range, either off the bench, or in position. I rarely am able to practice things like shooting on the move, as my range is fairly formal, and does not have facilities for anything like that. So, it was some good practice. It was quite a bit of fun, and something I need to do more of.

The rest of the time at the cabin was spent gathering and eating oysters, drinking Manhattans, and listening to good stories. I need to make more time in my life for things like that.