I like what this Lady has to say. I don't know exactly who this Jimmy Kimmel is , but I was really embarrassed for him. What a disgusting wimp.
The Eternal Question:
There are some issues in shooting that will simply never be resolved. One of them is whether or not it wears out a magazine spring to keep the magazine loaded for a long time. Back in the mid 90's, Guns and Ammo magazine hired a consultant to get a definitive answer. After working with manufacturers and metallurgists, the answer was a resounding "no, spring compression will not damage the functionality of a magazine spring over time."
I've been working on that premise since then. The last issue of Guns and Ammo had an article by a sports shooter who had malfunctions with his pistol failing to feed during a match. He consulted with other shooters, and decided his magazine springs were not retaining the tension that they were supposed to, because he left them loaded.
I keep 12 AK -47 mags loaded , ten in a magazine bag and two the guns. I am using Bulgarian steel magazines for this. Based on reading lots of articles on line, I've decided to follow the advice in this Lucky Gunner segment and start swapping out the mags every third month. I'd be interested in what other people are doing in this regard. I have pistols all over the place here, and they are all loaded. I expect if I need one, I am not going to have time to load it, so I don't see much choice. It's going to be just one more in a never ending list of chores I do up here, but I don't want a magazine to fail on me at a critical moment.
To the Rescue!My wife and I went to town yesterday, and on the way back, we saw two young women pulled off the road looking bewildered. That particular road is not heavily traveled, and it's up on a mountain side, very steep. I figured they'd burned out their brakes, which is a common occurrence with "flat landers" who try to come down that long, steep road from the crest just using their brakes.
We pulled over, and it turned out that they were in fact local girls. They worked at a fast food place in our town, but the same chain needed help at a tourist town on the other side of the mountains, and they were getting gas money and double time to commute over there to work until the tourist town place could find some help. Unfortunately their little car wasn't up to the wear and tear of making those turns, and the right front blew out.
They had one of those little useless jacks that come with the car. Up here, you go buy a good , heavy duty jack and a buster bar and you carry it in your vehicle. I got my jack out, got the tire up enough to work the lugs but not spin the tire.
Some idiot at the tire dealership had torked those lug nuts on so hard, that even with a buster bar I had to stand on the end of it to break them free. No little tire iron on earth would have gotten those things off.
These girls didn't have a real spare. They had a 30 mile donut. This is something else I couldn't believe. But I put it on for them, and I told the girl who owned the car that she wouldn't get 30 miles out of the tire on these roads. She said she would get a used tire in town when she got back.
My wife had been talking to them while I was changing the tire. After they were back on the road, M told my they were both single mom's, one had one child and the other had three, and that was why they were trying to drive on a bad tire (the wire was coming through the side wall on the inside.)
I wouldn't stop to help men unless I knew them. I did that 25 years ago, up on a gap after a big snow, and a guy jumped out from the bushes by the road and tried to hit me with a wrench while I was looking under the hood of the beat up old car with his buddy. It didn't work out for them. My wife saw the guy coming out of the bushes, and she screamed. He slipped (the snow was knee deep), and I had time to pull my M1911A1 out of the shoulder holster because my jacket was open. If the other guy, standing next to me, had come at me then they might have got our Jeep but he jumped back when M gave that blood curdling shriek, and fell on his ass. I left both of them up there on the ridge and reported it to the Sheriff in the next town. His deputies went back up in a four wheel drive and gave these two birds a ride to town. Turned out they had escaped from a prison in Tennessee, stolen that old piece of junk car, and got themselves broken down in the snow up on the ridge . Even back then, there were some bad actors out on the roads.
My wife was teasing me about being Jim Dandy on the way home yesterday. Took me awhile to realize she meant this old song.
Southern Ohio Guns has a sale going on Sig P-226 pistols.
I have two of these pistols, although mine are in 9mm Luger. The 226 is the gun that was beaten out for the U.S. Military contract by the Beretta 92. The word at the time was that the Sig was the better pistol but cost too much. Some of our special forces outfits still carry the Sig, having bought them direct from the company.
If you don't have an FFL (federal firearms license) you can go to your dealer, he can order the gun for you. Usually, if you have a good relationship with the dealer, he might just charge you a $20.00 handling fee to receive the gun and "book" it.