Live-fire two nights in a row. Will probably go again tonight; since I have an evening work commitment tomorrow, this will be my last opportunity before another couple bites at the match apple.
Monday: Worked consistency at 15 yards. Quantifiable accomplishment: Two magazines of 10 each consistently correct. This was notable for me because I tend to spaz at least one shot, especially on that second magazine, because I'm slow and can't hit the targets (BISACHTT.) Consistency otherwise was running around 90%; possibly the 10% were close, but it doesn't matter, because this ain't horseshoes and it also ain't hand grenades.
There was some other good stuff, too, but that wasn't why it was a good night. It was a good night because: "Hey, you actually shot that time. You should try that more often." -- both the nicest thing MFCEO said to me all class, and also a thing I did on Monday.
You know that feeling when your grip is right and your trigger press is smooth and your front sight settles smoothly back into the notch and the gun is mostly flat anyway? When all your subconscious programming is competently executing and your visual focus is exactly where it needs to be and you're shooting at exactly the speed of your sights? Where you're letting go of all the noise and distraction and internal churn and just running the damned gun already?
That happened. It was neat. I remembered why I got hooked on this, and why I like it. I had a Hallmark moment. Then I went back to work.
Tuesday: Really just more of the same at 15 and 20 yards. This is a good thing. Got fancy and started working on follow-up shots (not "double taps", because We Use Our God Damned Sights.) Also got in some good and much-needed practice on the Timer Beep Does Not Mean Coked Up Spider Monkey Time concept; a side effect of this was that I got a look at the times. As will surprise absolutely no one, actually aiming really isn't slower when you do it right.
At the end, did a clean batch of 10 in two-shot pairs at 25 yards with a beeped start for each. Times in that were mostly mid-threes to mid-fours, with more threes than fours. While I understand that most of you here could run several field courses in that time, I'm actually not displeased by it, even though they were low ready starts vs. holster draws (because team #GSSFtomaybegetpaidin2018?) Finally, for shits and giggles, did a bastardized Bill drill with my last ten rounds. Five headshots at 7 yards from low ready, twice. 4.11 seconds for the second run, no flinches, and yes, for where I am right now, I am pleased by that. Because I was slow as shit, but I hit the target!
(Yes, I posted about my 4.11 low-ready n-1 Bill drill, on Doodie. Yes, I am inviting brutal mocking, despite the typical sanctity of the Range Diary section.)
Anyway, two main training adjustments based on the above: First, I've banned myself from dry-fire trigger work for the foreseeable future, because I'm not smart enough right now to be able to tell when I'm being honest and when I'm not absent the visual feedback of holes in paper. Second, I learned that I was actually gripping too hard, probably to compensate for my shitty trigger jerking to hold the sights aligned in dry-fire, which reduced the control over my trigger finger even more, which made me try to grip even harder, which caused an Inception of stupidity and fail. Found a grip that works, just need to burn it in, because my wrong dry-fire strong-hand death grip still comes scuttling back at the slightest opportunity.
I'm not sure what part on the sights you plan to Loctite, but if you degrease it first, blue will usually be fine.
Just the sight screws (front and rear.) Went with the blue. Sights do not yet appear to be falling off. A++++, slide continues to contain sights, would Loctite again. Thanks.
This is money. Thank you for posting it. I think I'd seen it before at some point, but I guess my thought process was "herpderp this talks about ELBOWS, my problem is my WRIST."
I only have barbells, not dumbbells, so I've been using the smallest/heaviest random household objects I can find, and it's already helping a ton. May use the work dumbbells later, or just pick up a cheap set of adjustables.
You are taking the goal of begin a self-destructve fuck-tard to entirely new levels.
I will channel Ben: "That is really ghey and you should stop doing that."
Before I respond, I gotta know: Is this in reference to a) my enthusiastic adoption of Sweet T's Pimp Hand of Sagacity as my new mantra, my anecdote about my friend's (and, to be fair, by extension, my own) life choices, c) my ongoing refusal to quit practicing every day, or d) some combination of the above?