The Story of Little Bunny Fufu

Quick disclaimer, this probably isn’t something you should show small children.  You have been warned.

So last year those who attended Boomershoot might remember that we had two smaller bunnies on the hill side.  We had breast implant bunny and suicide vest bunny.  Neither of them worked like we had hoped.

This year we found this on sale.

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Personally I felt it looked like some deranged Easter Bunny.  We took it with us to Boomershoot to share our new found friend with our other friends.

Janelle lovingly packed her with explosives Saturday while I was busy with Paul Barrett and his wife.

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The bunny helped signify the end of the boomerite production for Boomershoot 2012.  Joe carried bunny Fufu off into the sunset to be placed into the magazine.

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The next morning some enterprising individuals placed him on the hill.  Word of bunny Fufu’s presence was only passed by word of mouth along the line.  Many apparently refused to believe there was  bunny up there till they found it.

At some point .30 Cal Gal connected with little bunny FuFu.  I will say that I suspect her hit was actually the sucking chest wound as I don’t recall seeing any damage to the facial area.  There was a second hit which shredded bunny Fufu’s leg.  Since he was still alive during lunch, Janelle decided bunny Fufu was now reserved for her mom.  Everyone had their chance.

Janelle, the Animal Science major, proceeded to try and amputate to stabilize the bunny.

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The damage though proved to be too great.  She sadly had to put him out of his misery since no one else could.Boomershoot20012 Bunnycide (7)

For some reason though that wasn’t enough.  She had to make sure he was good and dead.

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Then he was placed on the berm so Janelle’s mom could have the honor of rendering him to his molecular components.  Janelle’s mom had yet to shoot a boomer.  It was time we fixed that minor deficiency and I also needed to plant the seed of the wonder that is the Evil Black Rifle.

I handed her my AR with the ACOG with the dot on top.  Quick intro instruction and a few practice boomers.   We got the whole thing on video.

The destruction was complete, with just little bits of fuzz remaining.  Even better though was I was informed the mother in law now was an Evil Black Rifle, and some sort of red dot optic.  Winning one step at a time, I’m sure Sarah Brady is crying in her beer on that one.

Boomershoot 2012 Pictures

Rolf was kind enough to upload a bunch of his pictures from Boomershoot 2012 to one of my hosting providers.  I just added these to My Gallery.   You can find the Boomershoot 2012 gallery here.

Here’s one of the better pics of the fireball.  Again Ry looks just stoic with flame coming at him.

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Update:

Thanks to Uncle for the link.  Here’s video of the fireball.

SSCC #320–DEA

The Drug Enforcement Administration issued an apology Wednesday to a California student who was picked up during a drug raid and left in a holding cell for several days without food, water or access to a toilet.

Five days, maybe they had a good reason?

Chong, 23, was never arrested, was not going to be charged with a crime and should have been released, said a law enforcement official who was briefed on the DEA case and spoke on the condition of anonymity.

Nope, it’s that none of the officers cared to do their job.  When he screamed for help they ignored him.  Of course the statement of how this individual is going to correct the situation is classic jazz hands.

Sherman says the event is not indicative of the high standards to which he holds his employees. He says he has personally ordered an extensive review of his office’s policies and procedures.

State Sponsored Criminal Count 320: DEA

Because officers of the law can forget about citizens and abuse them all they like.  To the point of near death, it’s all good for the “war on nouns” right?

Four Years and I’m Still Here

Over the weekend my blog turned four.  This was my fifth Boomershoot which means I’ve been blogging for 4 years now.  I kicked this blog off after my first Boomershoot because I needed a place to put up pictures.

At the time I was still in school and had a total of 3 classes left.  I actually had a final the next morning at 0800 and a paper due at the same exact time.  As you can tell by my attendance of Boomershoot, I had my priorities right!

Regular content was touch and go for a very long time.  For a while in 2010 I started blogging more, then my computer died.  Once I got it fixed again New Years was rolling around.  I decided my goal was a post a day.  I didn’t fully meet that goal, however my average over the year met the goal and was almost double.

Readership increased, I started getting better at this, though for the most part I haven’t figured out the exact recipe for hit pieces. My goal for this year was 2 posts a day.  I was maintaining that goal quite well until the end of last month.  I was 5 short for the month of April but I’m still on course for the year and am working on making up some extras to cover the difference.

Starting this year I started becoming a bit more well known.  With Ladd Everritt expressing his displeasure at Joe’s video I edited and participated in. 

Writing more has made it easier and I’m certainly not quitting any time soon, even with incidents like this.  Hell, it just allows me to laugh for hours when crap like that happens.

I’ve started shooting USPSA (again) so I get to chronicle that journey.  As always I chronicle Boomershoot.  There is no reason for me to shut down this blog.  The people who hate just mean that I stood for something in my life.

It’s growing, it’s fun, and the people are awesome.  I’m quite happy here.

So happy birthday to the blog!

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In Which Lessons Are Learned

So as I previously mentioned I spent my Saturday with Paul Barrett and his wife Julie.

Yes, that Paul Barrett

Friday night Ry was trying to figure out who to put with Paul to ensure he had an awesome time.  I volunteered my self.  I mean, when else would I get an opportunity like that?  I also forgot what NAVY stands for.

I was bummed I didn’t have a video camera because I would have just tossed it on the tripod in front to record the whole thing.  Instead I must rely on memory.  I must get a new camera for next year.

I started off by unloading a bunch of equipment for my rig.  Initially I thought Paul was staying through Sunday and was quickly informed they’d be leaving after the dinner.  This meant I could use my equipment, which I’m more familiar with which is always a good thing.  If they were staying through Sunday I wanted to make sure they were familiar with the equipment they would be using.  Ry gave me his Evil Black Rifle to use.

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There were many reasons for this.  High capacity magazines, suppressor, and semi-auto.  Overall it was to illustrate the utility of such a rifle. 

How well did it illustrate that fact? I’m going to be buying another full length AR soon.  It will have a quick detach mount and I will be buying a suppressor to go on it.  For inexperienced shooters it seriously helps take the edge off shooting.  The loud bang is often what contributes to the flinch factor.  Not to mention it was much easier for me to communicate with Paul since I wasn’t partially deaf after each shot.

I pulled out my shooting mat, Joe gave me his to use but mine was a bit longer and thus would require less mud on clothing.  As for spotting scope, I grabbed mine because it had a Mil-Dot reticle in it like Ry’s scope.  This made it even easier for holds and other shooter spotter communication.  I set up that equipment as well and had a general discussion with Paul and his wife on long distance shooting answering questions while I set up.

I talked with Gene Econ and his crew and made sure we would have an extra instructor handy for help.  I also had them sit in on Gene’s class that morning.  Overall they appreciated Gene’s class, a bit of the material was way over their head because they weren’t familiar with the topic.  Over the morning those questions would be answered.

I did a quick review of the manual of arms on the AR-15 with Paul once the line went hot.  We then spend the next bit finding a comfortable position and getting him on target down range.  I eventually had to swap out Ry’s bipod.  It was too high for the berm and was better geared for the hill, or indirect fire beyond the hill.

He put in the magazine, dropped the bolt and we were off to the races.  Ry had informed me that the zero should be for the berm at 400 yards.  We had about a 6mph right to left wind.  I looked at the spare mag, wasn’t sure exactly what weight it was but I figured it was probably 50 or 55 grain V-max.  There would be a difference for compensation but not entirely sure of the BC I decided to push about 1 minute right from the no wind zero to start with.

I have him hold dead center of the target and start pacing the wind.  I tell him, “Spotter Ready, Hold Center, Send it.”  He squeezes off the round and I watch the trace, low and to the right.  I ask him, “Where was your cross hair as you broke?”  His reply, “In the middle of the cross”.  I come around, explain where the bullet hit and what that means.  I do the math in my head since I knew the correction in Mils.  I add another 1/2 minute of right windage and about 2 minutes of elevation. 

I tell him to hold center again and tell me when he’s ready.  He says, “Ready”.  To which I reply as the wind picks up, “Spotter ready, favor right.”  Shortly after I hear him say he’s sure exactly where to hold.  He know it’s not all the way to the right but he’s not sure what to use as a visual indicator.  I grab my pen and paper and draw the steel target he’s shooting at, a classic IPSC.   I visually explain center, favor and hold, their use and how you can combine favor up and hold right for example.

I go back behind the spotting scope and say, “Favor right, spotter ready, send it.”  He squeezes off the round and I watch the trace and it misses to the left again.  This time elevation looked better.  I tell him, “Hold right, spotter ready, send it.”

Fumpt….

*Clang*

Hit in the upper left, I ask him to call the shot.  He says it broke on the right edge.  I tell him, “You smacked it in the upper left, definitely a solid hit.”  At this point he makes a comment.  At this point he also indicates he’d rather stop just because he’s happy with the 1 in 3 record.  I tell him we need to get to the center of the steel.

I ask Julie, “Would you like to see bullet trace?”  She says yes so I put her on the spotting scope to call shots and I just kneel next to Paul to do the mental math and adjustments.  Every shot for the next bit is a hit and eventually he’s ringing the middle of the steel.  Next comes a conversation about the details of what’s happening and some of the physics involved.  I then ask if Julie wants to try.

Not nearly as excited as her husband she was still plenty interested.  Paul did it and he didn’t think he could so there was no reason she couldn’t.

I spend the next bit behind the spotting scope, the winds shift a bit and I have to do some windage adjustments but I notice something, she’s pushing a lot further left than she should be.  I ask Paul to watch through the spotting scope so I can sit and watch her shoot.  As she squeezes the trigger the next time I see it.  She isn’t using the pad of her finger for the pull but more of the crook.  It explains the push to the left.  I help her correct that problem and a couple more shots with her husband spotting and we here the magical sound.

*Clang*

She was ecstatic.   She never thought she would do something like that, and I will say she had the worse winds to shoot through during that.  She shoots a bunch more times and then starts to feel sore.

She climbs back up and we all begin talking about different questions they have.  From minutes of angle, to Mils, to ballistics, what is happening as a bullet goes down range.  The had a lot of very good questions. 

After a while of talking I ask Paul, “Want to go further?”

He replies, “If you really think I can do it.”

I then reply, “I have no doubt you’re capable of hitting out at 650.”

He says OK and I go grab my .308.  It’s a Kimber 8400 AT it’s heavy, I don’t find the recoil anything overwhelming.  I lay down prone behind it with my notebook, estimate the wind and range, dial everything in and squeeze off a shot.  Self spotting even on a 308 is difficult.  I see it low and left, I fire 4 more shots and get pretty close to the target and say to Paul, “You’re up, you should be very close.”

He lays down behind the rifle and I spend some time getting him in a comfortable position and adjust the stock.  I get his eye relief correct and his position looks good.  He sees the target I was shooting at and I get behind the spotting scope.  I tell him to hold center and away he goes.  It was to the left and a bit low.  I come up correct it and verify his position.  I didn’t pay attention to one thing though.  His eye relief was good, he was well supported, I felt he was good to go.  He felt good to go.

I get back behind the scope and tell him to favor right and send it.

*Bang*

Damn, missed it by about 2 inches low and left.  Then I heard, “Uh-oh”.

The phrase uh-oh and firearms should never be used together in the same sentence.  Well  while focusing on his eye, I overlooked his shoulder.  His polar fleece made it looked tucked tightly into his shoulder.  In fact it had been a bit loose and slipped during recoil.

Initially the cut didn’t look bad, but I grabbed Bill, one of the instructors and he grabbed his med bag.  Luckily it didn’t need stiches, but he got a good gash on his forehead.  His wife was joking about how she had something for her next speech.  About the time we finished cleaning it all up it was lunch time.  I talked to the guys at RNS and they were more than happy to feed Paul and Julie. 

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At this point I felt horrible.  I felt like Joe and Ry trusted me with a pot of gold and a bunch of underpants gnomes came and stole it under my watch.  I was so worried about just the eye relief I overlooked the shoulder.  Everyone eventually gets scoped in one way or another.  Anyone who says they haven’t has never shot anything bigger than a .22.  He did have a good sense of humor about it but I still felt really bad for missing it.

We told Paul he was by no means the first and definitely wouldn’t be the last.  We told him the story of Squeaky and David’s pistol. 

After lunch they decided to head back in to town.  He insisted it was not due to his injury.  I’m not entirely sure because I’m sure he probably had a headache from it too.  I hung out with the guys from RNS for the rest of the afternoon till the boomers were brought out and high intensity.

How awesome was it, Dave the photographer let me shoot his .45-70 Sharps and I hit steel at 650 yards.  I actually thought I missed and was pissed, then came the *clang*.  Yes I was that unnamed individual.

When I arrived at the dinner that night Paul came up to me and had a copy of his book in his hand.  He cracked it open and wrote this inside and handed to me.

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How awesome is that?

He spoke during the dinner and had a long QA with the people who were there participating.  There were a few comments made politically.  One question was made that I didn’t like how it was phrased, “Where do you feel safer?”  That’s a question with no real answer.  They were trying to illustrate that there was no need to be afraid of everyone carrying weapons.  The thing is, one always feels safer where they are familiar.  Which is exactly what Paul said.  The better question would have been, “Do you have any reason to feel uncomfortable in this room given the number of people openly armed?”  I know that answer would have been no.  Alas I didn’t get a chance to make the comment so on the blog it goes.

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I made sure to grab a picture with Paul before he left, and I know he and his wife were both happy as they were actually able to shoot something at distance.  Paul said he will be writing an article on his experiences and I’m looking forward to seeing it.  He said he’s going to have an entertaining time at work when he gets back.  How many people who work for Bloomberg Business Magazine, yes that Bloomberg, show up to work with a case of scope eye?  I guess we both learned something very important from this experience.

Learn from my mistake, don’t get target fixated on the distance between the scope and the eye, remember the shoulder matters too.  You have to balance each of them.

SSCC #319–TSA

“The agent was very aggressive in his pat-down, and he was patting me down where no one is supposed to go,” said Canseco.  “It got very uncomfortable so I moved his hand away.  That stopped everything and brought in supervisors and everyone else.”

It’s never a good idea to bite the hand that feeds you.

State Sponsored Criminal Count 319: San Antonio TSA

Because the TSA is so god like they can abuse anyone now and get away with it.