So...with the holiday season upon us, and the end of 2018 approaching, I thought I'd share my first annual "State of the Compound" address with all of you. Hey, things are slow around here right now.....
Been a weird year. The Department of Labor and I are still locked in administrative war over the status of my shoulder and hip. 18 months removed from my unintentional high-speed uncontrolled departure from a pursuit vessel, I still walk funny; go through absolutely comical contortions to tie my right shoe; and am waiting on the DoL to decide if I'm genuinely hurt, or faking it. Next appointment is December 18th. Wish me luck.
On the other hand, thanks in large part to the Oracles on this board, I am very happy with where I stand on my AR's, and ammo. I have two identical rifles (redundancy), set up two completely different ways (HD/CQB and long-range accuracy), with (4) main loads (62gr SMK for long-range, 62gr JSP for HD, 55gr TAP for in-house, 55gr FMJ for SHTF). Again, thanks to GV's guidance on bulk ammo, I have enough in stock to see me through any conceivable need or ban for my remaining years. I'm now at the point where I rotate 100 rounds in as I shoot 100. In what range time I get, I am comfortable in saying that I am dangerous if not lethal with both at any range from point blank out to roughly 200 yards. Maybe longer, but I'm very comfortable out to 200. Honestly, I'm hard pressed to think of a realistic scenario where I'd take a shot with a 5.56 at anything beyond that.
Same with my .45's. (3) solid HD/PD options, and enough of the right ammo to last me for a long time.
And after mulling it over, and deciding both for and against it, I think it best to hold off on the SBR for now. In reality, I have no need. What I have will serve me well, and the added noise, flash, and money for an SBR doesn't offset the small gains from having an SBR for CQB. I just can't justify it. Yet. We'll see where I am in six months or so, but for now, that project is on hold.
We lost family, friends, and a cat this year. Some of it we saw coming, and some we did not. Either way, it all sucked. Lost a fellow deputy to cancer. 44 years old. He and I came in to the S.O. together, and it was a shock to lose him that way. From diagnosis to death was less than 6 weeks. Watching someone you've stood on the line with go like that is maddening. To see one of the toughest people you've ever known fade before your eyes is an experience I don't ever care to repeat.
Sometimes, life sucks.
Why tell you this? Because we all live, to some extent, vicariously through others on this board. I marvel at GV's arsenal; his knowledge of all things AR; his political views; and his rapier-like wit when he chooses to display it. Yankee, and a few others...where do you get the trillions of dollars it must take to buy the guns you have? I'd have to rob every liquor store in Georgia to have what you have. Still, they sure are fun to look at. Keep posting the pics. Gun Porn.
And then there's me, slobbering over the difference a Geisselle trigger can make on a Colt AR. And staunchly defending my HBAR with a 1/9 twist against GV and his "1/7 or bust" teasings. Good stuff, even if he's right (and he's not).
Upper Management asked me what I wanted for Christmas. We make it easy these days. Tell one another what we want for our "big gift", then spend most of our budget on the rest of the family. It just feels right. I couldn't think of anything I really needed, but I finally broke down and told her I'd like a lighter trigger for my Glock. So I give her the exact item I want, and I know it will end up under the tree on the 25th. Love that woman. You know you're getting old when you actually enjoy opening up new socks and underwear.
She wants a watch. A nice one. So that's where my "SBR money" goes this year. Mama's wrist. Money well spent.
We're going to PA for Christmas this year. Her Mom lost her husband this past spring, so it will be her first Christmas alone. We'll go up and spend a week trying to help keep that house just a little bit less empty. FYI, her Mom is already talking about moving south again, so who knows what that dynamic will look like this time next year?
Casey is and remains a Daddy's Girl. Most loyal dog I have ever seen, and I've seen a few of them.
Cats...are cats. The two new rescue kittens have taken over the house by force. Seriously, they rule the roost around here.
Not much time with the S.O. this year, for obvious reasons, but they did give me a spare car to keep at home so I can work whenever I want, or when they call me out...which does happen from time to time. Like me, it's an old war horse: 2006 CV...213,000 miles...everything works, but (like me) it leaks at literally every joint. Still, runs like a sprayed roach, and it's one of the last of the SVT package cars. Winds up slow, but has a nice top end. Won't run with a Charger, or the new Ford EcoBoost PI's, but ain't nobody in a Hyundai gonna smoke me on the interstate...lol.
Assuming you're still awake...and reading this...those of us who consider ourselves Constitutional Christian Conservatives (pronounced "KKK" over in LeftyLand), find ourselves occupying an ever-shrinking footprint in both society and the political arena. As for me, I'm of the same mindset as Capt. Jean-Luc Picard was in that memorable scene from the Star Trek movie "First Contact". "The line must be draw heah...this far, and no farther!" If you haven't watched it, you should. I'm tired of being told what I can and can't say, think, or do. I'm sick of being judged by those who are neither qualified nor empowered by law to do it. I know right from wrong; I don't need anyone else to serve as my moral compass. Especially those who lack one themselves. My first question now to those I encounter who seem to think they have all the answers is "When, where, and how have you served your nation?" Matters not to me if it was military, First Responder, or the local wastewater treatment plant. Whatever. But if you haven't stood your watch, and served your community and/or nation, then don't bother wasting good oxygen on me. You lost me at "hello".
Maybe I should have stopped at two cups of coffee this morning...lol.
So...thanks to all of you who come here and give me something else to talk about, look at, long for, and laugh at. You have no idea how much you add to my enjoyment of life. Weird year; thanks for being a part of it.
And Go Vols.