New shooter, going to the range with me? Read this.

Paul Simer (“a young, married geek in West TN”) wrote the following, back in June 2007. It featured in my links, but then his site disappeared. I don’t know what happened to him, the last post I can find on forums and the like is a comment on Breda’s blog dated May 15th 2009.

I finally managed to dredge a copy of his guide out of the Wayback Machine.

New shooter, going to the range with me? Read this.
Thursday, June 14th, 2007

I’ve taken so many folks shooting for the first time that I decided to create a page with all the information I wanted you to have before you hit the range. First is instruction on how to ensure safety while we’re there, then there are some specific rules concerning shooting as my guest at my particular shooting range. Finally I give you some pointers on what you can do to make your range trip more pleasant.

Why I’ve offered to take you shooting

If you’re not a mechanic and weren’t raised from childhood maintaining old cars, the internal workings of an automobile are a mystical, mysterious topic. If you hear a strange noise or smell a strange smell while driving, you’re terrified. Images start running through your head of hefty mechanic bills, or getting stranded when your vehicle falls apart. If you take the time to get familiar with your vehicle, learn to change the fluids and belts, maybe even purchase a manual, a mechanical problem with your car becomes much less frightening.

If you’re not a computer whiz, and rely on others to fix the problems with your computer when it breaks, then error messages and crashes are frustrating, even more so because you don’t know what’s causing them or how to fix them. When your computer starts making weird noises or rebooting randomly, you feel gripped by terror, deathly afraid that you’ve done something wrong. You never even think about opening the case to install an upgrade, because you have no idea what anything in there is. If you spent some time on Google researching your problem, you might find that the fix is not that complicated after all.

When you’ve never fired a gun, you have no way of knowing what to do if for some reason you needed to interact with one. You hear stories on the news of kids being killed while playing with guns, and may assume that firearms are inherently evil and dangerous devices, and you have your doubts about whether the benefits of having one in the home or carrying one in public outweigh the risks. You have no filter through which to verify that the technical information being given to you by the media is true. However, if the mystery of how they work and what they do is removed, you may find that your thoughts about them shift dramatically.

So I’ve offered to educate you, and I’m glad to do it!

The Four Rules of Gun Safety

Study these rules carefully. There will be a quiz before we begin. I’m serious.

Rule One: Always assume that a gun is loaded and treat it as such.
Lots of people are shot with guns that they or someone nearby assumed was unloaded. If you are handed a weapon and do not intend to immediately fire it, check to make sure that the chamber is clear and there is no round in the magazine ready to be loaded. Check it again before you hand it back. If you are aware that it is loaded, announce “It’s loaded” before it changes hands, even if you feel silly. I will show you how to do this for any weapon you will be handling before we start shooting.

Rule Two: Never point a firearm at anything you are not willing to destroy.
If you are handling a weapon, you must be extremely careful to always point the weapon in a safe direction. The ground is a safe direction, but beware of ricochets if standing on a hard surface like asphalt, and angle the weapon so it is not pointed straight down or in the direction of a person. Be careful not to point the gun at any part of your body. Downrange is a safe direction, provided there is nobody standing in front of you anywhere on the range. The sky (also known as up) is not a safe direction, as what goes up will eventually come down.

Additionally, take care not to “sweep” the barrel in an unsafe direction when moving the firearm. It is very easy to unthinkingly cross the direction of the weapon over the person next to you while moving from one point to the next, so be mindful of your actions. I do not enjoy having loaded weapons pointed in my direction, and will inform you loudly should you do so.

This rule does not apply if the weapon in question is in a holster with the trigger covered, or is placed on a table and is not being handled. Guns do not “just go off” by themselves, and are only dangerous when handled by a person. If we are sitting at a table, for instance, and I remove my sidearm and holster (without removing the pistol), and place both on the table, you need not worry about it. I will still take care not to point the weapon in your direction, but if for some reason it ends up that way and you would like me to move it, I will not be offended when you ask.

Rule Three: Keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire.
Keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire! KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL YOU ARE READY TO FIRE! This is the rule that is broken most often when I take people to the range for the first time, especially when they have built-in bad habits from years of unsafe gun handling, or playing with toy guns. I will show you before I let you handle a weapon how to hold it with your finger straight and out of the trigger guard. If I see your finger anywhere in the trigger guard and you are not in the process of firing the weapon, I will correct you.

Rule Four: Be sure of your target, and what is behind it.
This is closely related to rule two. Are you sure that your target is something you’re supposed to be shooting? Are you sure that anything behind it is something that’s OK to shoot? Is there anyone or anything around that could move into your line of fire or that you could accidentally hit?

At the range we’ll be attending, it is OK to shoot at a paper target with a hill behind it. It is NOT OK to shoot at a leaf sitting near the top of the hill. It is NOT OK to shoot at something on the ground between you and the railroad ties in front of the targets. It is NOT OK to shoot at the trash cans or the signs.

When the rules are forgotten

The beauty of the four rules is that if you become distracted and break one of them but follow the others, an accident may result, but the risk to life is minimized. For example, here is what happened while a DEA agent was giving a demonstration to schoolkids and didn’t think about safety. Nobody dies, and though he was injured, it is not graphic and he made a full recovery. Click the play button below.

[Link to dea.flv which you can find on YouTube]

So what went wrong here? First, at :18, our hero goes off camera and says, “This is an unloaded gun. This is an empty weapon.” You’ll notice that he doesn’t CHECK to see that it is empty. The slide on the pistol is locked back, which indicates that the chamber is clear, but what he does not notice is that there is still a loaded magazine in the pistol!

When, with great dramatic flair, he presses down on the lever that releases the slide from a locked state, the slide springs forward, grabbing a round from the top of the magazine and inserting it into the chamber. This is not a malfunction, but the intentional design of the weapon!

When his point has been made, he habitually points the pistol downward. This is a good thing, as he’s at least marginally following Rule Two. (Have you forgotten what it is already? Go back and re-read it.) The problem is, he’s focused so much on talking to the kids that he doesn’t take care not to let the weapon point at his own leg. Had he completely ignored Rule Two instead of simply marginalizing it, he could have accidentally shot a child.

Next he pulls the trigger. Now, he’s doing this because the design of that particular pistol dictates that in order to disassemble the weapon for cleaning, it cannot be in a “cocked” state, so pulling the trigger (with an empty chamber!) allows the gun to “dry-fire” and places it in a state where it can be disassembled. Force of habit is a powerful thing, but there was no valid reason for him to pull the trigger in this environment. Rule Three! Keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire!

“I’m the only one in this room professional enough, that I know of, to carry this Glock Forty. I’m the only-” BANG! Talk about shooting yourself in the foot! By the way, for a “professional”, he could at least get his terminology straight, What he is holding is either a Glock model 22 or 23 that is designed to shoot a “forty-caliber” round. There is no such thing as a “Glock Forty”. Also, you’ll notice that he says to another adult in the room “I just had an AD.” He’s referring to an accidental discharge, but that’s not what happened. An accidental discharge is when a poorly-maintained gun has a malfunction that causes it to fire when the trigger is not being pulled. He had a negligent discharge, or ND, because he fired the gun negligently. All those stories you hear about police officers shooting themselves in the leg in the bathroom at a diner? Same story, only then it was probably a finger mistakenly placed inside the trigger guard, and then being forced down on the trigger when the officer attempted to holster his weapon. Only when we become complacent about safety do “accidents happen”.

So that’s the safety talk. We’ll review the four rules and their justifications before we start shooting. Remember, I’m going to quiz you!

Guidelines for the range

  • While we are at the range, I am the boss. You may be a friend, a relative, a co-worker or an employer, but we are attending a range that I pay for membership at, firing guns that I own with ammunition that I purchased. It is not about my ego and I am not on a power trip, but while I’m not an expert, I presumably have more experience with these things than you do, so you will follow instructions that I give you. We’re there to have fun and learn, but this is not Chutes and Ladders. Please attempt to remain serious and conscientious of your actions while attending the range as my guest.
  • You will wear eye and ear protection at all times while a gun is being fired. I will always look behind me to check for “ears” being on, and I suggest you do the same. My hearing is not good for a man my age, but I wish to protect what is there. I will become very grumpy if you discharge a weapon unexpectedly and I am not wearing ear protection.
  • You will follow the Four Rules at all times at the range. If you do not, I will correct you. Please do not be offended if I am stern. I am not attempting to be condescending, and I’m not angry at you, I just don’t feel like standing in line at the emergency room today. If you perceive that I am acting in an unsafe manner, PLEASE ask me to explain what I’m doing. I will not be offended if you catch me breaking one of the Four Rules and correct me.
  • We will be shooting at a public, unsupervised range. This means that there is a slim possibility that we will interact with other people during our time at the range. If we are approached and you are holding a weapon, you will hand it to me in a safe manner, and let me do the talking. If you are asked a question directly, answer directly and honestly. Humility and respectfulness are the words of the day for both of us when interacting with strangers on a firing range.
  • If you repeatedly fail to respect safety while at the range as my guest, or fail to follow my instructions while handling firearms, we will pack it up and go home early. I’ve never had to do this, but I suspect that one day I will. Please do not spoil our fun day at the range and place a spot on our friendship by acting like an idiot. Thanks!

On the big day

  • Blue jeans work best for the range, since you may have occasion to kneel on the ground to pick something up or while reloading. Khaki’s are OK too, as long as you do not mind either getting a little dirt on them or kneeling on the hard concrete in thin pants. I do not recommend shorts at the shooting range because they do not provide any protection against debris and are very uncomfortable to kneel in.
  • I usually wear a t-shirt to the range. I do not recommend a shirt with a collar because the hot brass shells that are ejected when you fire a semi-automatic pistol fly in an arc, and in some cases a collar acts as the perfect method of catching that hot brass, sending it down your shirt and inducing a dance not unlike that which a bee would cause. Holding a loaded gun while contorting and jumping around frantically is obviously not good. Also, for this and lots of other reasons, if you have more than one X chromosome, I highly recommend leaving your low-cut blouse at home and wearing something more modest!
  • Bring a hat. If one is not wearing a hat, the hot ejected brass can be caught between the side of one’s head and the inside of one’s safety glasses. Ask me how I know. A baseball cap is better than nothing, but you get extra brownie points for bringing a boonie or cowboy hat.
  • By the way: If you should happen to get stung by a bee, hit by a piece of debris, have a hot casing go down your shirt, or any other minor mishap, simply dropping a firearm is better than waving it around, or worse, fumbling with a loaded gun for fear of losing your grip. I can clean, replace, or repair the gun. It is more difficult to replace or repair you. If the gun starts to leave your hands, LET IT DROP. Do not grab at a falling gun!
  • Bring a cold drink, especially if it’s hot outside. When the session is over and you get back into the car, you’ll be glad you did. I usually have bottled water in the car. It’s not refrigerated, but you’re welcome to it. We can also swing by a stop-and-rob store to pick something up on the way to or from.
  • I will provide all ammunition, eye/ear protection, and targets. I am glad to do so, as I consider this a ministry of sorts to those who have never experienced this sort of thing. I do not desire reimbursement for expenses incurred at our first range trip. If you wish to repay me for our first trip, you can do so by telling our mutual friends about your experience and letting them know that the offer is open to them as well.

If you have questions, you know where to find me!

[All I can add to the above is “Thanks Paul, me too”]

Christmas cooking

We had the in-laws over for Christmas, and for the first time since Tanya and I’ve been together we also had the kids for the whole time (their stepmother got snowed in in the UK, only flew out this week).

Braai-ed steak (porterhouses from Constantia P&P — and they even had brussel sprouts) on Friday, with potatoes in foil in the coals, always good.

Tanya insists on turkey, this year I wizened up and brined it for only about 10 or 12 hours in 2 litres of apple juice, some vinegar, a few oranges, ginger… basically a variation on this theme (Close to, if not all, of our turkeys are imported butterballs. Brine these for too long and it gets overpowering. That happened last year. Half a day seems perfect). Of course I didn’t smoke it, I stuck it in the oven over a roasting pan with the giblets, half an onion and some water in it.

Turkey was great, so was the ham MIL brought. Gravy (stuff from pan, minus the boney bits, food processed) was excellent.

And of course there was Christmas pudding and Christmas cake and trifle (which lasted until Monday, the trfle, that is. We still have cake…).

Present from the in-laws was a pressure cooker. Used that to make a stock from the leftover turkey. This worked so well that I then made a meat stock followed by a chicken stock — I had five or six 2L ice cream containers full of frozen stock bits that I hadn’t got around to.

The beef stock went into a stew on Monday. The left-over turkey + stock will go into a risotto next week. Last night was a more mundane but still excellent pastorie hoender (I’m sure I’ve posted my recipe somewhere, but can’t find it right now… blogfodder, yay!). Tonight is a beef tomato bredie using a bunch of tomatoes I bought cheap and froze a month or so ago.

We live high on the hog.

Dell Inspiron 910 Beep Codes

The battery on Tanya’s Dell 910 (Mini 9) failed a while ago. Works from mains, dies the moment you unplug the charger.

So I bought a new (generic) battery off Amazon.

Plugged the new battery in and got a beep code, 2-2. My first thought was that I might need to downgrade the BIOS, since some generic batteries only work with the older A04 BIOS (Even though this specific battery is supposed to work with newer BIOS as well). Tried using the old battery, but the error persisted.

So I tried looking the beep code up. What a mission.

The Dell documentation has nothing. Dell Iran mentions that the 910 uses beep codes and not LEDs, but the site’s down, and the page listing the beep codes isn’t in google cache.

Further searches for “Dell Inspiron 910 beep codes” turned up many sites wanting to sell me a manual, but nothing else.

I eventually searched for “Dell Mini 9 beep codes” and found this link. It’s a memory error.

So I reseated the memory, and now the 910 comes up with either battery pack installed.

In general, the last thing you frobnicated is probably the source of your problem. In this case, it wasn’t.

(As an aside. The Dell battery pack is rated at 14.8V and 32Wh (which would be somewhere around 2.2 Ah I guess. It weighs 225 grams. The replacement is rated at 14.8V and 2.2Ah, but only weighs 170 grams. You get what you pay for).

Broekie Lace

In South Africa, we call Victorian iron fretwork “Broekie Lace“. I have no idea why.

Anyway, we found this lamp post outside Brad & Lynn’s house. He didn’t want it (he has plans involving security cameras), so plans were made, mostly involving a chisel and a rather large hammer.

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Back home, some more plans were made, this time involving an angle grinder, and a somewhat smaller hammer and chisel.

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Does the number 374788 mean anything to anybody when it comes to cast iron fretwork?

Wire brushed and painted.

(yea, crappy photo. Difficult with the light and on-camera micro-flash).

The 12mm plank at the top is level. The brickwork definitely isn’t. Once all the woodwork is in I’ll fill the gap and paint it and you won’t know it’s there… I hope.

2010-11-08: Edit to add another pic.

Dear boss

I can’t come to work today.

I am being held captive by a furry earthling…

… cyborg.

September 2010 — the spammers finally break the internet.

Back in the early days of the internet, when Usenet ruled, there would be a huge increase in noise on the forums each September, due to the influx of newbies at the universities in the northern hemisphere. These newbies would eventually learn to behave, and things would settle down.

September 1993 was the September that never ended. Noise went up [1] and never returned to normal. As a result, Usenet is effectively dead [2].

Well, from where I’m sitting, September 2010 is another milestone. It seems that spam antimeasures are eating my emails, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

For example, my ISP decided to change the DNS (MX) records they had access to, to insert their mail server between my server and the Real World. I had them stop that, silly boys. I’d rather have spam than lose email.

But still, email gets sent, email does not make it to my SMTP port. Someone somewhere is filtering, and using DROP not BOUNCE [3].

And who do we have to thank? The fscking spammers.

[1] Many if not all blamed AOL.

[2] Well, there’s Google Groups, but it’s not the same.

Edit, September 6258, 1993 : http://www.eternal-september.org/ is my friend. And so is Xnews.

[3] Maybe. Because so much crap gets sent with fake From: addresses, people have learned to ignore bounces. So maybe their mail is bouncing. Nobody knows.

RIP Bob Hoover

From his blog:

Sunday, August 15, 2010
It is my sad duty to tell all of you who read Bob’s blog that Bob passed away this past Friday, August 13. How much he will be missed is incalcuable. Thank you all for all the support you have given him. I’m his wife. He was a great man.

I have little to add to the above. Bob kept us entertained on the VW and Vanagon mailing lists, provided good advice free of charge, and built engines and aeroplanes on the side. Sadly, I never got to meet him.

This story is one of my favourites.

VW – The Flying Pig
There’s a gal on the Vintage VW list who calls her bug ‘Boris.’ I mentioned Boris at dinner one night then had to explain, or try to explain, that a lot of Volkswagen owners give their bugs and buses names.

My wife gave me one of those looks, asked what I called my bus. Blank. To me, it’s just the Green Bus. Before, there was a Brown Bus, before that a Red & White bus.

I said I didn’t give names to things. “But you called your airplane ‘The Spirit of Vista’,” she pointed out. But never flew it to Paris. “If I ever put wings on the bus,” I told her, “I’ll give it a name.” And muttered something about doing it just as soon as pigs could fly. That cracked her up. It also named the bus. “The Flying Pig?” she laughed.

“I couldn’t do that,” I muttered. I used to have a buddy who was a cop, spent umpteen years building a helicopter. Called it The Flying Pig. Flipped it during a test flight and burned to death. I wouldn’t want to steal his thunder. But maybe El Puerco Volador? Is that right? I’m always getting my Spanish mixed up.

A ham radio buddy came over after supper. He’s got some strange plumbing problems. Only way to fix it is to use an adaptor that will allow old thin-wall ABS pipe to mate with new schedule 40 PVC pipe, but now that the box stores have driven all the real hardware stores out of business no one carries the adaptors

So we made some.

Turned them up on the lathe. Took only a few minutes. Lathes are handy things and mine’s fully automatic. Just grab the knobs and think about something else while the parts sort of make themselves. I was thinking about Flying Pigs.

While I’m working, my buddy is looking around the shop. There’s an airplane engine under a bench, two fully dressed Volkswagen engines on scooters, a Datsun engine sulking over in the corner beside an orphaned 2-cylinder air-cooled Diesel engine that might one day power something strange and noisy. Above the diesel hangs a row of heater boxes.

My buddy looks at the five Volkswagen heat exchangers hanging in a row. Five. An engine needs two, a lefty and a righty. So how the hell did I manage to end up with five heat exchangers? I never noticed that before. All new, too.

Six blower housings. Three dog-house, three flat-backs. One of the dog-house housings is an after-market 36-hp style that proved it couldn’t flow as much air as stock, ended up not being used. I’ve no idea how the others came to be in the shop. You leave the door open, stuff wanders in. My hands make another adaptor and my buddy hunkers down, peering under a bench.

Three 12v alternators, two Motorolas, one Bosch. Two 12v generators. A whole scad of 6v generators. Why do I keep that crap? Blowers. I had a nifty idea for using old blowers to make… I’ll think of it in a minute.

A whole bunch of intake manifolds. Oops! Make that a bunch and a half; couple more of them hanging over there. Dual-ports and single ports, several of each. DP Kadron bases. SP Kadron bases. That makes… at least two bunches. And carbs. Lotsa carbs. Box of Kadron carbs. Box of Solex carbs. Whole big drawerful of other carbs including a lonely Bug Spray. Future projects, waiting for… the future, I guess.

Mufflers. Yea gawds have I got mufflers! Four stock bug mufflers, at least that many extractors. It’s hard to tell with extractors. You toss them in a pile, they start squirming around, get all tangled together, you gotta spray them with a hose, beat them apart with a stick.

Black, greasy thing under a bench. My buddy gives me a look, brows raised. “Tranny,” I tell him. Two more, back in there some place, along with a pile of axles. One of the trannys is a rebuilt, ready to run. I’ve been planning to install it in the ’67. I better make a note to myself to get to it Real Soon Now.

Cylinder heads. Pile of them here, row of them there, two on that bench, pile over beside the grinder, couple over by the welding rig. The bench where I do head work has got this big box of valves, another box of fuel pumps, some old, some new. Shelves hold rebuild kits for carbs and pumps and generator brushes and wheel cylinders and a whole slather of reloading equipment for half a dozen different calibers. The reloading stuff should be over on another bench but that one’s being used to test a six inch mirror for a reflecting telescope.

Stack of flywheels over by the milling machine, right beside a stack of stock, original, real VW-type Volkswagen hub caps for an early bus. Should be four. I count them twice. There are four. I feel relieved, give those five heat exchangers a glance. Still five of them.

Bus steering gear and steering wheel shaft leaning up in the corner behind the welding machine, like its waiting for a ride, which I suppose in a way it is.

Overhead, running pretty much the full width of the twenty-two foot wide shop is a pair of airplane wings. Volkswagen engine tin-ware is poked up on top of the wings, the smaller pieces hanging down on hooked hunks of welding rod, handy to get at. A stack of sump plates like little Frisbees. Funny gaskets. Sez ‘GMC manifold.’ There’s an old Jimmy down in the grove. My hands finish another coupler as my buddy gazes at stuff hanging on a wire.

“VW air-vanes,” I tell him. “Goes inside those things overt here,” I nod toward the blower housings. Two sets of air vanes, one reconditioned, painted with gray epoxy primer, others looking like something out of the La Brea Tar Pits, which tells me they came out of an all-original 1967, never-been-touched engine I recently overhauled. The thing blew an oil cooler seal, pumped oil all over for about six months before the guy sold it to a kid. They were both happy as clams, each sure they’d gotten the best of the deal.

I finished making the adaptors for my friend, chatted a while. “You’ve got a lot of stuff,” he said as I saw him on his way. Strong note of admiration, tinged with something else. Relief? Envy? Is it every man’s dream to have lots of stuff?

I came back to the shop to wipe down the lathe, cover it, sweep down. Seeing the shop through my buddy’s eyes was a strange experience, like when he stood reading the note on the chalkboard over where the phone used to be: “Pullen – Concrete”, a reminder about helping Clint Pullen do a little sidewalk out behind his house so his wife’s wheelchair wouldn’t get caught on the stones. Clint’s been dead at least five years. After I moved the phone, I never used the chalkboard again. We did the sidewalk for Alice back in 1977.

I sat looking at the incredible collection of stuff that has crept up on me over the years, looking at it with mixed emotions. Too much stuff is bad for you, nails you down. But my formative years were during World War II, when everything was rationed, you even had to stand in line to buy food. That’s when I was taught that throwing away Good Stuff was a sin. We needed all that Stuff to Remember Pearl Harbor, so we could Slap the Jap and Heel the Hun. They made us chant slogans like that in school, then sent us out to scour the neighborhood for scrap metal, knocking on doors, brow-beat old ladies into giving up their aluminum pans.

And they were right.

Have you ever tried to make steel? It’s not easy. Better to keep some on hand in case you need it, like that pile of tubing, or those old door panels. You never know when you’re liable to need a door panel for a… whatever the hell it came off of. And an old veedub axel makes a fine gun barrel. Remember Pearl Harbor. And Ruby Ridge.

I sat thinking a little too long, started going a little crazy. Bus right outside, pair of airplane wings strapped up across the ceiling of the shop. Five heat exchangers hanging in a row.

El Puerco Volador. Maybe I could use one of them door panels for the rudder.

Copyright © 1995 Robert S. Hoover

RIP, buddy.