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Yeah, I think my eyes are not what they used to be. There are three ranges that you have to hit the target "center mass" Three yards, five yards and seven yards. 15 rounds each for the first two, and then 20 rounds for the last one. First two I scored all fifteen in the center mass. However, the last one I missed 13 which is a failing grade. The instructor stopped me at 13 instead of twenty because I had failed and would only be wasting ammo after that. I couldn't see the lines on the target at seven yards. So, I think I will let the CCW expire. May keep the gun for home defense but will not be allowed to carry concealed anymore. Oh well. nothing lasts forever.
I couldn't see the lines on the target at seven yards.
Originally Posted by Tim Young
Sounds like you need a pair of glasses.
Glasses would be a good idea. What does the VA cover?
Originally Posted by Tim Young
I've been thinking about buying a 22 to play with.
I like .22LR. I have a lot of confidence with mine. I can pick any spot on any target with mine. And they are fairly effective for varmint control. If I ever needed it for raccoons, coyotes, skunks, wild canines, bobcats..... my storage shed would be safe. I think it would be good enough for home defense. Even though it is small caliber, it would still hurt a burglar enough to interrupt the guy from stuffing your big screen into a pillowcase. You are not trying to blow the guy away. Just shooting him to let him know that you don't want to be robbed. Most of us are not fighting off professional assassins. It's not like in the movies, where a squad of mercenaries in masks are executing a tactical entry into your fortress. A .22 long rifle will do enough if someone is there to steal your Louboutin shoes.
Going to try one more time. This time with those amber glasses that help you see clearer. Loaned to my be a church member. He is also going to "donate" some ammo so it doesn't cost anything to make the retry. I was told I have one last try. I am guessing that means Iwould have to sign up for the renewal class again should I fail. I will call them tomorrow to verify. Yes, I have to use the same gun I am going to carry.
In 1995, in my small corner of the world, I did not realize how the rest of the nation was polarized. In my small little space, with my obtuse peers, we were arguing trial strategy, evidence, legal precedent, rules of law & motion, science, and real life applications of what the investigators could have or should have done. Nobody thought that OJ did it, or didn't do it, because of his race. We pointed out obvious blunders like preponderance of circumstantial evidence, lack of scientific evidence, timeline, procedural technicalities, the witness list. To this day, I still have questions, that the trial did not answer.
It wasn't until years later, that I discovered how the rest of America was divided. And so focused on the race of the victims and the exonerated suspect.
Today, it still feels weird to watch the reactions, body language, and things that people said on that Oprah clip.
I suppose that living in San Francisco, I am sheltered in a bubble.
In my mind, the prosecution lost the trial, when they brought in Kato & The Maid, and the maid's travel agent. And it had nothing to do with OJ being black, or Nicole & Ron being white. It had everything to do with the way Marcia Clark looked. Nobody even wanted to point out that her name was Marcia Kleks. Or that she was a Scientologist.
In my small community, of admittedly less than 100 people, we just don't have those kinds of feelings or feel so strongly in that way. I don't know if interacting with around 100 in the course of the week is a lot of people, or not a lot. We all have different realities. Some may have less than a dozen colleagues. Others work in a place with 50 or more. Some of us worship with a community of hundreds, but don't really interact with more than a handful. I've got over 100 relatives, only a couple of dozen whom I regularly interact with. I once thought that my social circle was diverse. It's not. We may have different politics, economic circumstances, religion, and racial backgrounds. But we're all in San Francisco, where we have a different experience, compared to the rest of the country.
The "prime rib" or ribeye steaks are from the 6th to 12th rib. The meat from the 5th rib, is exactly the same. Only it's technically part of the chuck, which makes it a lot less expensive. If you're able to sweet talk the fat, sweaty guy, wearing a bloody apron, who cuts meat at your local market, you could get them. If you really flirt with that fat, sweaty guy, wearing a bloody apron, he will place the price tag for "chuck roast" on the package, and you pay the sale price. Or you buy a chuck roll or chuck roast, and carve it off yourself.
For the record, I did not flirt with the fat, sweaty guy, wearing the bloody apron.
My cousin. He's technically my "cousin in law" - I think. He's married to my cousin. Dude shows up with a package of hot dogs. Cheap hot dogs. Why? He likes them. He knows that I have steaks, chops, and such. He also knows that I never buy hot dogs. Let alone, the cheap ones. According to him, the 99 cents hot dogs are the best. He might be right. Hot dogs don't taste much different after the ketchup, mustard, relish, and whatever else you throw on them. I had eggplant, asparagus, and chuck eye steak. But he and I had hot dogs.
I secretly feel nostalgic when I eat cheap hot dogs. Reminds me of when we were kids. Every cook out, picnic, hunting trip, or whatever, there were always hot dogs. They went on the grill first, as an appetizer. Something to nibble on while the larger pieces of protein were cooked slow & low. As kids, we ate the hot dogs, then ran around the lake, jumped in the water, peed behind a bush, caught fish, shot rabbits, and ate more hot dogs. A kid didn't have the patience to wait for a slow roasted, smoked, whatever.
I don't see Chuck often. For me, Chuck is usually a roast. Slow roasted. Falling apart. Melting. I forgot how good a Chuck Eye steak could be.
Originally Posted by Tim Young
Looks good Rob, I even like Hot Dogs but mainly roasted over an open fire.
One of the most memorable meals over a fire was when I was a kid. We went up to Lake Berryessa. We organically harvested about a dozen quail. So tasty. Smokey. Succulent. Bursting with flavor. We each got 2 birds. I was still hungry afterwards. No meat on a little quail. But it sure tasted great.
Costco is no longer the least expensive place to shop.
I got "chuleta" today. Foodsco had pork shoulder, already butchered, at a lower price. I didn't have to buy $60 worth of pork, and I didn't have to do any butchering. You know that you're in a different neighborhood when pork butt is labeled as "chuleta", and the label says "Compton, California".
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