May 26, 2017: Buckhorn Firing Blanks

 

The May 23, 2017 issue of the Tampa Bay Times reported that Tampa Mayor Bob Ruckhorn apologized for a joke about firing .50 caliber blanks at local reporters. He reportedly has told this story several times before.  It received applause when told before more than 1,000 attendees at the Special Operations Industry Conference last week.  This week it has received widespread condemnation from reporters.  Continue reading

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April 15, 2016: Last Call for NRA Basic Pistol Shooting Course

One month untill the NRA imposed deadline for teaching or taking the fully instructor led NRA Basic Pistol Shooting Course.  A search within 100 miles of zip code 33559 shows 19 course still being offered before the deadline.  There are a few bargains left in this   group, Paisley FL for $45, one in Deland for $65, and Ocala for $75, one other for $90.  The remainder of the courses seem to be pricing for the rarity of the totally instructor lead course and are charging between 125 to 150 with one course at $200 and on the last day at $240.  Continue reading

April 1, 2016: NRA Kills Basic Pistol Course

The NRA Training Department has mandated that the Basic Pistol Shooting course and the FIRST Steps Pistol course be discontinued as of May 15, 2016. In their place the NRA Training Department has designated a “blended” course.  The new course is divided into two phases.  The first phase is now an online only course managed through an NRA learning management system.  The fee for this portion is $60 that is paid directly to the NRA. Continue reading

March 10, 2016: Is it real or is it Umarex?

I’m not a lawyer and this is not legal advice.  It doesn’t matter.  If anyone points an object that looks like a gun at you, you have the right to respond with deadly force to stop the threat.  Unless a prosecutor can prove that you had knowledge that the object was a BB gun, or some other less than lethal object, then you there is legal standing for your actions in self-defense. Continue reading