Monday, April 21, 2008 |
Clinging to my Bitterness |
Springfield Armory XD-9 4" Service Model, Bi-Tone
The Crossroads of the West gun show was on Saturday right next to the Scrapbook convention. It was pretty amusing to see dudes with dirty white beards and AK-47s holding the door open for middle-aged women as they scooted their wheeled tote bags through the doors of the South Towne Expo Center.
The gun show was a lot more hodgepodge than I expected. There were Native American selling pelts next to guys with throwing knives and Chinese stars (the kind you throw, not the kind that act in movies). And nearly nobody at the show looked like an established business (unless you call a vinyl banner with clip art of a couple guns and a name like "Harry's Guns & Ammo" sprawled across it "an established business").
The best part was everyone's sales pitch. I wanted to take a picture, but they didn't allow cameras in (guns were ok) and I didn't want to tick off the NRA who was set up near the best sign there. The headline: "The Gun Banners are Back!" underneath a picture of Hilary and Obama. Dudes peddling sniper rifles had pictures cut out of newspapers showing Obama next to whats-his-name-the-pastor that they'd taped to their tables. Seemed a little overboard to me. I mean, people are here to buy guns, right? Does telling them you hate democrats make them buy more?
Anyhow, the way I saw it, rather than buy a greasy manhandled pistol from a guy sandwiched between a candle company and the hot dog stand, why not go with the reputable dealer?
So Whittney, Adam, and I went to Cabela's where they matched the price of a shop in Salt Lake and threw in a bunch of extras. Plus we got to see the fish tank and a polar bear while we were at it.
When I told my mom, she said she felt like she was having a heart attack. And then called me today to make sure I was still ok. When I told her I was, "Well that's only because you don't have any bullets for it yet," was her response.
So, here she is—the incarnation of my "bitterness." Whittney asked me what I was going to name it. I hadn't thought about a name, but Albert seems to fit, I don't know- I'm open to suggestions.
With the tactical light attachment (no light, but you can imagine)
Never look down the barrel of a gun. More photos on myFlickr |
posted by Brett Crockett @ 1:04 AM |
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Name it Maggie for being all bark and no bite, or name it Bobby-John for you being a hick.
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Brett,
My wife and I went to a gun show about a year ago and I there is definitely a type of person that goes to these. I looked at myself in the mirror a little bit closer when I got home, just to make sure I didn't have a mullet. I'm looking to get a kimber 1911 and we'll have to go shooting once I get it home, and once the back of my hair is long enough.
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Good thing you checked Matt- I actually noticed a small gap in my front teeth when I got home.
Going with a Kimber? Very nice choice--I'd have to take on a lot more freelance for one of those.
Let me know when you get it--we'll definitely have to go. What caliber are you thinking of getting?
And Jake- I was actually thinking Kermit would be more fitting.
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Is that a Springfield XD? 40 cal? I can't tell from the picture. If it is (I have an SXD-40), I'd love to hear more about that light attachment.
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Hey Connor. Good call-it's actually an XD-9. Too bad I didn't know you had a .40 while you were here- a few of us are going shooting at lunch next week.
The light attachment in the pic is pretty sweet. It accepts any 1" light with an on/off button on the butt, so you don't need to buy a specialized tac light.
They're made by Springfield and you can get them at Doug's Shootn' Sports for around $25, or on the Springfield Arms website.
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Rad, thanks. BTW, if you don't have a safe yet, I have this one and *love* it.
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I have to agree. My friend had one and I really liked it. That's what I have on order.
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Nice- that safe is something I'll have to think about. Right now I store it in this, which is stored inside of this.
Not exactly ideal for quick access in a home defense-type situation...
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A beautiful piece indeed. So beautiful, in fact, that I think it should share the name of this smokin' hot chick I once knew: Bitty. She was lethal.
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I finally ordered by flashlight holder last week, and just got it today. I must confess that I went around the house practicing a bit. :) It's awesome!
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Nice Connor! It is a pretty sweet accessory. Pics?
Do you have a light in it yet? I've looked around a bit but had trouble being able to tell if the lights I've seen were 1" or not.
There seems to be a good one at Home Depot for around $30 for 3watt LED. I'm hoping it fits--not ready to spend $200-300 on a tac light yet.
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Whoa.. it's a good thing I checked on the comments here. I went to open up my safe to grab the gun and take some pics, when I discovered I had made a booboo (sp?).
As I posted earlier, I have this safe. Well, yesterday when I was done playing around, I put the gun back in the safe w/ the flashlight in the holder. It just barely fit, and I thought I was safe.
Sidenote: the way the flashlight holder works, no doubt as you already know, is that the button-depressor on the back of the attachment applies pressure to the button on the back of the flashlight to turn it on (or, you can twist the flashlight to an always-on mode).
Well, by shoving my gun in there kinda tight, I didn't know that I was forcing the depressor to always apply pressure to the flashlight's button. So, my high-intensity flashlight shined until the batteries ran out. Luckily the foam didn't ignite!
Yeah.. time to go buy some new flashlight parts.
Pics here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/cboyack/
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Connor-- My G2LED arrived today and it rocks. Great deal, too.
Sorry about your safe--if you're looking to replace it, I'll buy your burnt one :)
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Yeah, it's a great little flashlight. I called up the company and they're sending me a new lens cap since mine burned out, free of charge. Yay for warranties!
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Name it Maggie for being all bark and no bite, or name it Bobby-John for you being a hick.