The One Hundred Mile Rule

Before embarking on this, I want to be honest and up front. I did not come up with this, and it is not a Matson original. I read it on a prepper blog about three or four years ago, and despite my GoogleFoo, I am unable to find it. Please, if you find the original author, leave the link in the comments so that I can give proper credit.

The rule itself is simple:

When traveling by vehicle more than one hundred miles from your home AO, you must have a long gun.

It doesn’t matter what that long gun is, just have one. Whether it is a .22lr, a pump 12 gauge, or a SBR AR15 is really unimportant. What is critical is that you have it in your vehicle and have an intimate knowledge of how to properly use it.

Here’s mine:

I have successfully, and repeatedly hit soda cans at 100 to 125 yards with this little Sub2000 in 9mm. While that is not a rifle round at rifle velocities, it is a very long reach and extremely high capacity (notice the eeeevil 30 rounders) weapon in a very, very small package.

Keep this rule in mind the next time you fire up the minivan for a trip to grandmas.

 

 

Supressive Fire in a Compact Package

I’m taking the same road that AP is with regard to a battle implement. I like those words (battle implement) so much more so that gun, boomstick, or “new toy”.

Ordered up some of the parts today while I should have been paying attention in the finance meeting.

Had the lower lying around. I buy those in bulk, along with parts kits, barrels, and mags. Cash only, and in parking lots.

More later. Should prove to be an interesting experiment if I can get it to run right!

Last Evening’s Unexpected Training Opportunity

A friend called my last evening and asked, “Deacon, what you up to tonight?”

My reply, “Since I have three kids and a wife, what do you think?”

He then said, “Can you get away?”

I replied, “Prolly… Why?”

He then elaborated, “Get your carbine, some ammo and your gear. I will be by to pick you up in 20.”

Twenty minutes later I’m standing in my driveway decked out in tac gear with 2000 rounds in an ammo can. Pal picks me up and drives north into the hinterland to an unknown & undisclosed location in the Blue Ridge Foothills.

We pull up to a parcel of fairly remote land to find a shoot house, pits, backstops and targets.

As dark is approaching, we stand in a circle, six of us, discussing medical triage, comms, and various other safety procedures in case something untoward happens. Thereafter, we don gear, NVG monoculars, and go to town.

Every imaginable scenario got run through in the course of four hours.

2500 rounds, an aging barrel, and an exhausted Deacon. Good times.

Great to know that there are others out there like me (and you dear readers). Nice surprise on a Thursday night.