whitewolf001

I'm still trying to figure out how to load photos from my phone onto tapatalk... Sent from the future using a flux capacitor.

So where is the meet up point? I'd be coming from Cookeville and have to leave earlyish to get there on time. Sent from the future using a flux capacitor.

Sunday for me, I can pull a weekend but kinda need an advance notice and am unavailable on the 17th of this month.

Hey Dolomite, mind shooting me a link where the info can found on OAL? Is that BATFE ruling or does that fall under TCA?

[quote name="Luke E." post="1147379" timestamp="1399652039"]What's the price for level III plates? I'm not seeing anything listed on their site.[/quote] I inquired from one of their distributors months back, $299 for the level IIIA and $499 for level III. If I can find my email where I got that info I'll post it up here. Sent from the future using a flux capacitor.

[quote name="molonlabetn" post="1147234" timestamp="1399600474"]I want a beer...[/quote] What a coincidence, SO DO I! :D Sent from the future using a flux capacitor.

  I'm pretty much the same way, I've only done something for someone when they told me the truth and that was once. Was on 2nd Ave with some friends when a homeless dude asked us for a dollar, didn't give us a sob story, just said, "Man I just wanna beer." I said, "You sir were honest with me so I'll be honest with you, I have $3..." Pulled out my wallet with a GI Joe Kung Fu death grip and got the money from my wallet, " So I'll buy you a beer." I saluted his honesty with a forty that I bought for him. May seem like I was enabling an alcoholic, which let's be honest I was, but he was honest with me and didn't give me a story that would've made for a great hollywood film, felt like that in itself deserved some kind of reward as 99% of the other 'down and outs' I could have ran into would've fed me some stupid asshattery that only a geeked out meth-head could've come up with.

My handgun safety instructor card looks like this...   State of Tennessee   Department of Homeland Security Certified Handgun   Instructor Whitewolf001 McFattypants   Issued **/**/**** Expires**/**/****

  Pretty much the same web of lies that all these media outlets try to play, "He was just a misguided youth and didn't mean any harm." Really? Then why did he have a firearm? Ridiculous behavior can have equal results.

Welcome cousin, my mother is from Adrian. ^_^

http://dkxarmor.com/   They're buoyant, the IIIA weighs 20oz and the III weighs 2.9lbs and both can take multiple hits without being compromised. I would even like to see what their IIIA could possibly stop in rifle in an emergency situation, and comes with a seven year warranty. I have no idea if that's good in the armor industry but these aren't cheap but they aren't expensive for what I've seen armor go for elsewhere.

That was something that I never thought about until I read the book, "One Second After".

Sent mine in, had to have some other work done anyways so it was a 'two birds, one stone' kinda thing.

Just started on this myself as well. I got a deal I couldn't pass up on 5 packs of QuickClot Combat Gauze for $7ea a while back. I incorporated 2 into my range bag and 3 into my go-vest IFAK, that in itself I'm still putting together.

One week later in front of an unassuming florist shop...   Jack then dodged from building to building during the day and took refuge in abandoned houses and buildings by night after a thorough room clearing. One night in particular he only got two hours of sleep due to entering a house that was overrun and spent the better part of that night on the run. He explained everything that had happened to him to his fellow MAG members and, for all he knew, his only remaining family member. They all stood there taking it in, his sister didn't take the loss of their sibling well, "You mean?..." Jack looked down to hide his face for many reasons, most of which because he felt like he was responsible for her death and not being there, "She's gone Julie..." Julie, his sister whose jaw had dropped at this point, had begun to sob. Sarah hugged her knowing that she would need it. Julie then began to wail into Sarah's shoulder while sobbing all the while. Jeb then looked away hearing something, apparently Tay heard it too. He put his hand on Tay's shoulder and threw his head into the direction of the sound he heard. The two moved in tandem towards the possible threat around the back of the shop. Weapons at the ready scanning fields of fire, they saw nothing.   Just then a cat leaped from a dumpster that had its lid open. Jeb looked to Tay whom smiled at him, then said "Damned cats always freak me out when I least expect it." The two came back around the side, Tay immediately pushed Jeb back around the corner looking to him he put his index finger in front of his face to indicate to be quiet. The two then peeked around the corner. Jeb then realized what had happened. Tay had seen a group of them, easily numbering well over one thousand, shambling through the street, seeking an easy meal and more than likely attracted to the sound of the gun fire from moments ago. The suppressors are effective at reducing sound signature but they aren't like those used in Hollywood movies where they are quieter than air rifles. The massive group wandered aimlessly looking for that easy meal, like a swarm of ants moving for a single purpose they moved out of the area after about twenty minutes. Once the last one had passed and was well away, Jeb and Tay made their way over to the old military truck to find the other three members of their group in the bed of the truck. Jeb asked in a hushed voice, "You guys alright?" Sarah replied, "Yeah, we're okay. That was... uncomfortable." Jack chimed in, "To say the least." Tay then said, "What say we get the HELL outta dodge?" Jeb smiled, "Couldn't agree more." The old truck started with a mighty rumble. The turbo whined at a high pitch as the engine began picking up RPM's. Jeb made a mental note to avoid the direction those things were going, 'Yeah, we're just gonna go this way.'

I've decided to get back in the saddle and submit you guys to some more horrible writing while I look for a publisher. :D

Chapter 4   The trio made their way out of what was now a tomb for his recently departed sibling. Jack then realized his hair was standing on end when the had stepped out from the bedroom. He turned in time to see a set of jaws open for his throat. He had enough time to get his hand up balled into a fist and shoved it into the mouth of his assailant where they both fell into the wall. Mike was just about to pull the one off of Jack when he shook his head and yelled, "No! Behind you!", Mike and Shirley both turned around and saw that more of them, no less than twenty of them, were no more than twenty feet away, shambling their way to what would be a buffet. Jack yelled to them, "Take my truck, the keys're in it! Get out of here, NOW!!!" Mike had a reluctant grimace but knew they had to go. Mike grabbed Shirley and they both ran out the door to back into the garage. Jack then began screaming to grab the attention of those that were outside, "HEY YOU MONSTERS, IN HERE!!! Fresh food for ya!" He then used his free hand and grabbed up the same Ka-Bar off his belt and thrust it into the side of the temple of his would be cannibal. He drew his hand back and threw a punch motion forcing the now limp body off of him.    Jack immediately headed up the stairs to the second story of the home while the crowd following him gave chase. The poor people moaned, grunted, and made noises that would make a normal person cringe. Jack ran to the back porch which had a spiral stair case leading down to where the things had made their initial entry into the home. Jack drew his EDC flashlight, giving the LED flashlight a quick click which illuminated the area. "Oh sh%t..." Jack thought there may have been thirty of them at best, it was more around eighty of them. Jack knew he didn't have much time and had to think on his feet at this point because the enemy was not only at the gates but also at the back door, literally. Thankfully about half of them were inside the house giving chase to him which left about twenty-five of them out here in the open. He began to run down the stairs stopping halfway down to use the rail like a monkey-bar as some of them were making their way up the staircase towards him. He jumped feet first clipping one with his boot to which threw off his landing. Jack landed very awkwardly and on his hind-end sending a shock from tweaking his tailbone. Tears welled up in eyes as he got up to run with everything he had. One of them that wasn't far behind the one he kicked began to reach for him when he slammed the rifle butt into the things face sending it tumbling to the ground. Jack kept one hand on his rifle to keep it from bouncing back and fourth and his other hand was holding his light. Jack thought to himself, 'What a lovely day this has been. I don't know how things could get any...'. He then thought back to his science classes when he was younger and remembered his teacher had told him about Murphy's Law. He then retracted the thought he was about to say to himself and then thought, 'Yeah, nevermind.'

Welcome to the forum cousin, my mom and sisters are from Adrian, I'm the only true born southerner out of my bunch. ^_^

Welcome from the east of you cousin.

Welcome to the forum cousin, it's a great area if you don't mind glowing in the dark. ;)

Welcome cousin, if you wanna learn the laws, here is an excellent starting point and resource for you. http://www.lexisnexis.com/hottopics/tncode/

I got the Gunstruction app for my Razr and it is AWESOME. It's sorta like birth-control but for rifles.

Problem solved.

I'm shooting for the 4.5 LB range. The MagTac AIR-15 is 4.8, I wanna think my build is going to beat em. I am also now going to use the same brake that KelTec puts on their PLR16, it weighs nothing and is HIGHLY effective, best of all, it's $27 directly from KelTec. We used it on a 16" Saber-stein that a bud put together and it actually pushed the rifle down, albeit slightly but still...

  I'd be all about some 14.5" barrels if it weren't for the F'ing fact you have to pin em. Not a fan of that by any means.