Addendum to Newsletter:

SDPS MATCH AND ANNUAL SOIREE: The Fourth will bring us our annual Celebration of Freedom, our July SDPS match, and our Annual Grub Feast and Prize Drawing.  The prizes are for Members Only. So, it may come as no surprise that this July Fourth is also the date that SDPS membership dues are “duly due”. Bring money (match fees plus $25.00 membership dues.)  To paraphrase Chicago Democrats, “Pay early, pay often!”

Matt Burkett Course: The image below is an announcement of a training course in IDPA shooting that Wayne Johnson, your loyal leader, has arranged to be held at our action pistol range on October 22nd and 23rd. The course will help you improve on all of the skills that it advertises. Matt is a topflight shooter in any venue, including IDPA. He won the last Golden Bullet IPSC match that was held at our range against some of the top national shooters. Matt is also a very skilled at analyzing shooting problems and correcting them. He is an excellent teacher. The course is limited to 12 shooters and list is rapidly filling. If you want to enroll, Call Matt and register now.

June 23, 2004

 

MATCH RESULTS – June 23, 2004: Allen Lowe finished 1st overall. Wayne Johnson was 2nd, by a little more than 1 sec. He was followed by Mike Grant in 3rd place overall. Jay Mirando finished in 4th place. John Mercurio finished 5th, trailing Mirando by little more than 2 sec. Brent Jarvis was 6th overall, just a half second behind Mercuiro. Nick Young, in 7th place, closely edged out Tex Hollis, in 8th place, by less than a half second. Brad Maynard, in 9th place, followed Hollis by a little more than a second. Mike Kern finished 10th overall. The complete match results can, as always, be found on our web site.

 

Notes from the President Fellow Members: Our July match is on the 4th. What better way to celebrate our 228th year of independence than to attend an IDPA pistol match! Ed Vernon and I will be the Match Directors. We will put on four very short scenarios so that we can get to the Murieta Pizza Parlor by 1:00 to have food and drink (No, SDPS will not pay for your beer. Soft drinks, yes. Beer, no.)

 
We will also have our Annual Prize Table Drawing after we eat. In order to be eligible for the pizza and drawing, you will have to pay your annual SDPS dues ($25.00) at the match. Your dues are duly due as of July 4th. If you are not a paid member, you can not participate. Prizes will be Myriad and Varied. Don't forget, bring dues money!


FYI: I will be scheduling a Matt Burkett two-day class (a Friday and Saturday) in the near future. Matt will be contacting me after the 3 Gun Nationals for arrangements. If you want to learn from the best IDPA competition trainer around let me know. Burkett isn’t cheap, but he is the best.


Your leader, Wayne K. Johnson

The Grand Pooh-Bah of the First Exalted Order

SCENARIOS: The match presented us with some interesting scenarios. Stage One had a swinging target that came out from behind cover and to the side of the shooter. The scenario required the shooter to engage the swinger while moving backward to cover. The shooter was further required to engage two targets, from the opposite side of the cover, in tactical priority (slicing the pie) with three shots to the body (I know, I know. I forgot and fired the standard two shots to the body. Whose idea was this stage anyway?)

 

On Stage Two the shooter’s task was to aid a shooting victim. The scenario included: a beer keg that was used as cover; a Pepper Popper-activated target that moved laterally across the bay; a simulated wounded and downed colleague; and the victim’s .44 cal. revolver that was used to take out the last Pepper Popper. (Parts of my performance on this stage cannot be fully described in mixed company.)

 

We began Stage Three by engaging three near targets in tactical sequence (spread fire) while backing up toward cover. Then we had a tactical reload, a shooting port, two Pepper Poppers, and a turning target activated by one of the Pepper Poppers.

 

Stage Four’s scenario was highlighted by another iteration of Alec Libante’s traveling target designs. The target was activated at the buzzer by manually knocking down a Pepper Popper. The target moved toward the shooter who then drew his/her sidearm and engaged the target.

 

The scenario on Stage Five further depleted John Lustig’s store of tee shirts and placed his movable no-shoot indicators at even greater risk than usual. The reason? We shot the stage wearing welder’s goggles. The goggles were very effective, simulating conditions of late twilight to darkness quite well. Rather than the brightly-colored, soft-stuffed, toy stars that John usually uses as no-shoot indicators, he used dark-colored gloves. This fooled only a few of us. However, seeing one’s front sights could be challenging. We were seated during the run, for safety (A good thing for me as there is this hallway doorjamb that I occasionally encounter at night….)

 

The traveling targets were fun! Each traveling target setup used a falling Pepper Popper to trigger release of the targets and the fall of a weight which pulled the target assembly over a set of pulleys. Some problems were encountered with the release mechanisms, particularly on Stage Two. This is to be expected with new props and allows us to try out various designs and improve on them. It would be good if someone could come up with a (if you’ll pardon the expression) “bullet proof” release mechanism.

 

INFORMATION FOR THE UN-ENLIGHTENED: An editorial from the Houston Chronicle

 

A skeptic masters Guns 101 By Diana Wagman

Guns are bad. All my life, it's been that simple. At my son's preschool, if a child pointed a banana and said "bang," he was admonished to "use the banana in a happier way." As far as I was concerned, the Second Amendment gave us the right to protect ourselves against invading armies, not the right to buy a gun and keep it under our beds.

 

So what would make someone like me change my mind? I met this gun enthusiast. As research for my new novel, I asked him many questions, all the while voicing my disgust. My character might use a gun, but I never would. "Come to the range," the gun guy said. "I'll teach you to shoot."

 

I expected a dungeon full of men missing teeth and wearing T-shirts decorated with Confederate flags. Instead, I found a sunny, wood-paneled lobby and guys who looked like lawyers on their lunch break.

 

The man behind the counter was as pleasant as a grandfather from Central Casting. "What would it take for me to buy a gun?" I asked him. He explained the California laws, some of the most stringent in the United States. I would have to wait 10 days -- the "cooling off" period. There would be federal and local background checks. I'd have to take a safety class. I'd have to buy a childproof lock. I couldn't purchase an assault weapon. I couldn't buy more than one handgun per month. Of course, he said, if I didn't want to wait, I could drive 10 minutes and buy an Uzi illegally out of someone's car.

 

When my guide arrived, he gave me a choice of handguns. I went with the .357 magnum -- I recognized the name -- and a traditional target with a red bull's-eye. I couldn't imagine shooting at one shaped like a man.

 

First lesson, respect your firearm. I got a little talk about how powerful it was. I learned how to hold it. To load it. And finally to fire it. It was terrifying. The gun was so heavy, I couldn't keep it steady. It took both index fingers to pull the trigger, and then there was a flash of flame, a loud crack, a substantial kick. It was much harder than it looked in the movies. I occasionally hit the target, but I also managed to obliterate the metal hanger that held it.

 

I have to admit: I loved it. I had a fantastic time. The power of that gun for me, a 5-foot-3 woman, was immediately, shockingly seductive. The thrill when I hit the bull's-eye (once) was as great as making a perfect tennis shot. I felt like I was playing a careful game of darts in a small, alcohol-free bar.

 

Later, I was surprised to discover that some of my closest friends owned guns. People I never would have suspected confessed that their guns made them feel protected. Still, most of my friends thought handguns should be outlawed, completely, in every circumstance.

 

I no longer was so sure. I did some research -- there are countless testimonials about guns saving someone's life. I looked into shooting as a sport. I spoke to a woman who had found a wounded deer and shot it, ending its agony. I changed my mind: Guns aren't bad.

 

Which leaves gun violence. At least in California, we don't need more laws -- we just need to enforce the ones we have.

 

 What else?

 

The answer has to be education: teaching people to deal with anger, to solve problems, offering them brighter futures, but also Guns 101. Maybe if teenagers were given computer-generated pictures of their own bodies, post-gunshot wounds, it would help them understand the enormity of firing a weapon. Maybe if everyone spent an afternoon at the shooting range, forced to follow the rules, they would respect the power of a gun.

 

I confess, I don't know exactly how to solve the problem, but at least now I know I don't know. Firing guns as a sport is great fun. Having a gun because it makes you feel safer seems understandable. Changing the way people behave? If you thought gun control was a distant dream ... it could take centuries.

 

Meanwhile, my 15-year-old has asked me to take him shooting. And I've agreed.

 

Wagman, a novelist and screenwriter in Los Angeles, is the author of Bump and Skin Deep.

 

HoustonChronicle.com Jan. 30, 2004, 11:57PM

http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/printstory.hts/editorial/outlook/2380055

 

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Michael McGinn, A04824

mcginnmd@jps.net