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Monday, 25 July 2022

Stubfart Ramble: Jesus - Take The Wheel



I remember a 100 years ago that awful country song about some chicken headed woman is on the road with her baby-on-board, and she spins out or something - and as the car is doing 360's down the highway, and Cherlene is praying to the baby Jesus to take the wheel and save them.

Not to rag on Christians - I fancy myself as one of sorts - but that song was so damned stupid it made me want to scream. If it happened to you - would you just throw your hands up and tell God to do the driving and save ya? For me - I will keep driving until either I splatter on the guard rails or I regain control of the vehicle. But hell's bells - that is one dumb country song.

This morn was a deadly serious patrol out at Stubfart Airfield. I decided to transition from my gentle trainer plane to something a little more aggressive - a low wing, tail-dragger aerobat.

One of our junior apprentice fighter pilots is warming up on a Chipmunk
It was a little windy today but wind doesn't bother us RC
guys the way it does for real pilots.

I am not a seasoned RC pilot. I had visions of my airplane doing something stupid, and panicking and gobbling in fright as my fast little fighter plane turned into a lawn dart... my own horrifying "Jesus take the wheel" moment, I suppose. The winds picked up and the sock was straight out... but I went up anyway. 

The tail dragger is an absolute sow on the ground - but in the air it rolls with a snap. It's much faster than Super Dave the trainer plane, and has to land a little faster.. This one moves. At least for me. I went up several times and and now I am running low on delicious cool green nitromethane fuel, HAR HAR HAR! I needn't have worried. I magically didn't lose my chit and have to beg God to save my little airplane. Now I have to start practicing aerobatics. 

Afterwards the single-engined Twinstar was covered in bug guts,
grass clippings and nitro oil. 
I had some scrubbing to do...

Everything went fine, of course. I'd put my time in on the simulator, I was comfortable with the trainer plane, and there were no catastrophic surprises. My landings were even better than the old boy's with his Chipmunk. I am by no means the new Red Baron... but I can control my airplane, and now can start delving into the complexities of pattern flying. Unless something stupid happens like a mechanical failure... I will fly "three mistakes high" as I learn and I should be alright. Good training pays off.


Which brings me round to a foolish poast I did the other day when I was beaking off  about that kid that greased an active mass murderer at the food court and put him away It appears I have to make some clarifications because sometimes I don't speak my mind well. First - I am not trying to denigrate the kid or his shooting. What he did there maybe wasn't basic pistolcraft. Maybe it would be better to call it advanced pistolcraft? Skill is relative. I forget that I am now pushing 60, my eyes and nerves and concentration are not what they were... Could I still make a 40 yard shot? I think I could, but I'd have to get serious about my training. Back when I was shooting at my best, I was in my 30's, I had memberships in three gun clubs, and I was on the range three or four times a week. I had to by a progressive Dillon reloader because I was consuming ammo faster than I could make it on a single stage press. I never really thought of myself as an advanced shooter - I was just a stubfart with a passion for a hobby. I shot better than most folks because I put in the time and effort and thought nothing of it. I read the words of experts and took them to heart. Skills are not graved in stone - put the time in to acquire them, and you will think nothing of them either. 

The other half of that thing shooting incident is mindset. BP brings up the issue on this scholarly poast. Over at the Bitter Centurion JL weighs in. Both of those are good reads. I have done some reading in passing and based what I read, I think combat mindset can be taught IF it is done correctly.

A lot of guys think a 40 yard shot with a pistol is miraculous. No, it's not. You could do it too, but you would have to put the trigger time in.

Yes it can be done.
Yes, guys like you can do it.

These guys are going at it cold. Give them a couple weeks training at these distances and their scores will go up. Practice these shots, and keep your skills up - and if you find yourself in a tactical situation you will revert to your training. At least, most of us would. Combat Mindset is a complex subject and the experts don't agree on it. My knowledge of it is spotty at best. But lack of information should not deter and intrepid stubfart from having an opinion! HAR!!!

I say that you most definitely can - IF you have the commitment, the coordination and passion to do so. The Romans built the deadliest industrial combat machine in ancient history - from the peasantry. They were the best fighters of their day because they were disciplined and fought and trained as a unit. They could think and hold on the battlefield with snarling filthy barbarians right up close and in their faces with very nasty edged weapons. Their training regimen is the stuff of horror stories.

The SEALs, the DELTA's, Rangers.... the frickin Spetznaz do the same. There is nothing magical about any of those guys. They weren't born that way, they were not gifted by God with their abilities. They build their skills one at a time, they practice them, they test themselves and they can shoot bad guys all day long. TRAINED bad guys. Are you going to tell me that if you had skills like these, and were faced with a pimply, zit faced kid with a gun... that you would go weak in the knees, tell Jesus to take the gun, and gobble in fright? Or run and hide? I don't think even General Aesop would do that! I don't think these fellas in the viddeeyahs would either - but I could be wrong.

Aesop was giving me the gears over at BP's as usual and picking on my like he always does, saying I should poast up my score cards and targets. I am astonished that BP allowed such shabby treatMINT of one of his star poasters, to be honest!  I am a gun club duffer and don't shoot as much as I should... but here ya go. That's 20 rounds, 5" group off my hindfeet, all in the black at 25m. In my youth you could probly shave off an inch, maybe an inch and a half off that. If I got off my fat ass and actually practiced... I could tighten them up... but I just don't have the passion for shooting like I used to. I'm going once every couple of weeks now and when I go, I only shoot for fun. Could I make a shot on a man sized target at 40 yards. Sure. You probably could too.

Just a practice target. Slow fire.
At forty yards the group would be likely twice as big but they'd still be mostly
on your chest.

"Now do that in a food court filled with people, and a pamper full of fright, Filthie!!! AND 
a target that shoots back!!!"

Shooting on a two way rifle range is the same as shooting on a one way. The only difference is that 
you have to decide: can you make the shot? If so, ya send it. If not, you find cover
and see what unfolds.

But ya almost certainly wouldn't unload in your tighty whities. 
Have some bloody pride.

Ya won't find out by getting in a flame war on the innernet though. So... get out to the range and don't pracctice - TRAIN. Push yourself, if you're so inclined. Take yourself and your pistol seriously and have fun too. The best weapon you have is the one between your ears - IF it's loaded!



If I gotta listen to it - so do you!



  1. Being chronically short of cash, the one time I did go to a pistol range and shot about 200 rounds, mostly I did it at 25 yards and was hitting within the black on a man-outline target most of the time. Firing a brand new Springfield XD40 (yes, the everyone-else-hated .40SW but it's a caliber I really like.)

    I was watching other shooters who were missing the black at 10 yards, but they were looking down on me.

    Then there was the guy firing velly velly expensive JHPs at 5 yards out of what a friend said was an over $2K pistol and... missing most shots.

    It takes some focus and some practice, but a lot of that focu and practice can come from video games or one of those laser inserts for your gun or just about any real martial arts .

    You're sounding like General Aesop when he tries to explain himself out of silliness.
    OK, a 40 yard shot is really not always that impressive or a super high SEAL Team 6 action.
    It's the entirety of what this kid did in 15 seconds !!!!!
    Even for people like "us" that try to be alert and aware , most of us would have taken longer just to figure out what the situation was.

    1. HAR HAR HAR! I suppose so, but with one important difference: I admit I could be wrong. And if somebody proves it - I reserve the right to be wrong and change my mind. I think there's a few differences between me and the general besides the obvious IQ gap... HAR!!!

    2. It wasn't "a 40 yard shot", it was 8 money hits out of 10 shots at 40 yards, rapid fire offhand, while engaging someone who'd already opened the ball and killed 3, and wounded 2 with a carbine.

      And Richard Marcinko pointed out over 30 years ago that 50-60 guys on Seal Team 6 shot more rounds in practice in any given year than the entire 200K-strong US Marine Corps.
      That's roughly 40K rounds/yr per man.

      I'm betting Indiana Man got his results on a lot less practice than that, which is the whole point.

  3. Fubrart stamble! Before the local Bolshevik library got rid of all the gun books there was an account of an Arizona lawman making a .45 shot at almost 100 yards into a trailer window out in the desert.
    The same book showed a Tokarev round getting through a vest to destroy the watermelon behind it.
    The pistol is best in aggressive attack mode, use it wisely.
    Make a Stuka or a Focke Wulf 190 plane for Stubfart Field, or would that hurt some fweewings.

  4. robehr orinsky26 July 2022 at 02:43

    I stopped at Dinos Bar & Grill one friday evening after getting off work on 2nd shift . I had around 12 cold beers and smoked a half dozen mean assed Jamaican doobies and was rather smogged when they shut it down at 2:30 am . On the way home down that country highway trying to stay on the hilly curvy road whenever a car came the opposite direction I would drive straight towards the lights . Being a rather smart type I realized I was way too smashed but yet I had to get home before I ended up in jail. Wife, kids, mortgage ,job all kept the pressure on to drive home . Going into the big curve at a little eyeblinker called Big Island I heard what I perceived to be the voice of the Lord telling me to just let go of the wheel and let Him take over . I did and He drove me home . It was powerful and I stopped going to Dinos after that experience . That country song always brought a tear to my eye when I heard it .

  5. 40 years ago I had a Cadillac Eldorado that would find it's way home.
    The trick was to close one eye and then align the hood ornament up with the right hand lane stripe.