Matt.Cross

1545 hours - We roll into the Maricopa Walmart for vital gear and supplies. It is discovered that their inventory as concerns rimfire ammo and deep cycle batteries is severely lacking. No matter, we improvise, adapt, and overcome. Between the Automotive and Grocery departments, no less than three decrepit old ladies meet their demise as hood ornaments on Tom's shopping cart. Alas, there is no time to pity the weak, we have an appointment to keep with the desert. Supplies in hand, we coordinate with Larry aka Lurch aka 392heminut, and make our ingress into the primary AO at ~1630 hours mission time.

Well, as usual you are correct. However, I am a working man and some concessions are going to have to be made in order to supply the detail this report deserves.

How much wiggle, in terms of total travel distance at the bottom of the mag from side to side? Half inch, a quarter, less?

Hold up there Hemingway, you of all people know you can't rush a good story!

Yeah, WTF gives man? We shot in the desert together bro, why is this the first I'm hearing about this? You got some 'splainin to do!

Really? You were there for all the rest... Well.... Except for the return flight, that is...!!! *dramatic music*

He had nerves of steel, I gotta give him that. Wasn't bothered at all by the noise and whatnot. Ballsy little feathered freak for sure.

~1300 hours mission time (10:00 MST) I land in Phoenix, none the worse for wear, text Tom and let him know I'm on the ground. He replies with the exfiltration plan once my gear is recovered. 1330 hours - After switching baggage reclaim carousels without the airline informing us, I retrieve my suitcase from the carousel and await the arrival of my Pelican case. It doesn't show. I text Tom. 1345 hours - I locate the AA baggage claim office, they have my case. I am informed that declared firearms usually are marked for pickup at the airline baggage claim office. Would've been nice to know that ahead of time, but I've got my gear now and it's all there. 1350 hours - Having arranged with Tom to be picked up near the originally indicated baggage claim, there is a comical exchange of frantic texts and phone calls as I try to determine which door in the terminal Tom should pick me up at. I end up running down the sidewalk chasing him as he heads to the door I have incorrectly directed him to. 1400 hours - Tom and I depart Phoenix Sky Harbor International and head towards Casa de Tacticat to commence logistical operations. Desert Tempest is rapidly becoming a viable undertaking, despite minor setbacks. 1430 hours - We are greeted at Casa de Tacticat by no other than the proprietor himself, Mr. Tacticat! He gets a rub from Tom, gives me an evil stare and a hiss. I laugh and offer him my hand to smell, he swats it disdainfully and walks away. 1445 hours - Tom and myself roll out to the RV storage unit to retrieve the Mobile Operations Command Center. It's hooked up and rolling in record time. 1530 (12:30 MST) - Mike, Matt (Justice Brothers Rep) and friend John, Tom, and myself commence loading the MOCC with the requisite supplies and gear for the imminent critical phase of Operation Desert Tempest. Gear is checked, and double checked. The all clear is given, and the crew goes mobile. The AO awaits!

I don't know what your twist is, but if it's 1:10 it'll really like both 168 and 175. Heavier stabilizes better in a 1:10 twist, 1:11.25 is much more forgiving with mil-surp, which is usually 147 - 155.

Welcome to the forums, we're glad to have you!

Match ammo really is that much better. It is consistent enough to eliminate ammo as the accuracy factor.

*clears throat and looks at script* *nervously* No... Unlike other commercial products, Rat-a-Tat doesn't cause irritation or personal discomfort. It's enduring lubricative quality will leave you feeling soothed and comfortable for far longer than competing products. *hesitates uncomfortably* None of that unpleasant..... warming... ...and... dripping. *glances up nervously and swallows* *looks at script again* Please see your nearest Justice Brothers representative for more information on this and other quality lubricants today. *looks up and smiles nervously as shot fades*

Friday, March 31st - 0500 Charlotte International Airport I arrived at the airport and encountered my first logistical challenge of the trip. I located a parking space in the extremely packed long term parking, but there were cars closely parked on either side, and my big-ass pelican case is in the rear seat of my truck cab. How to remove my case becomes the first challenge. I resolve it by removing the case first, and then pulling into my parking spot. Problem solved, so far so good. The airport shuttle shows up and I embark, ignoring stares from sheeple types alarmed by the presence of luggage that clearly indicates that the owner isn't a common desk jockey. Walking into the airport, I was immediately greeted as I approached the American Airlines ticket counter by a very nice smiling black lady who very loudly asked for all the sheeple in line to hear, "DO YOU HAVE FIREARMS?" as she points at the Pelican case. Hot diggity, a fellow enthusiast! I grinned ear to ear and replied equally loudly, "YES MAAM!". She then adopted an indoor appropriate voice and kindly pointed me to a specific service desk and said helpfully, "Over there.", virtually eliminating any chance of error on my part. Things progressed smoothly at the ticket counter, the agent actually thanked me very politely for having an itemized list of declared firearms. She had me sign to confirm that they were unloaded, printed my claim receipts, and called the TSA Inspector over to be escorted to the TSA examination area. I followed the TSA guy to an Employee Access Only area, feeling smugly rebellious that I'm not TSA. I was asked to unlock the Pelican case and not touch any of the firearms. I helped the TSA agent remove the upper layers of foam, and when he had verified all the declared items, he casually asked me about my occupation as we replaced the upper layers of foam and restored the case to it's prior condition. I told him I was a civilian headed to a training event and he seemed satisfied. Reflecting on these events, I wish I had informed him that information is classified, and asked him how far his security clearance went. Anyways, I escorted the TSA agent back to the ticket counter, where I witnessed as he loaded the case onto the luggage belt. I shook his hand and thanked him for explaining what I could expect in the future, this being my first time flying with firearms, and headed towards the TSA Pre-Check line, which is a massive time saver BTW. 0530 hours - I arrive at the gate, only have to wait two more hours to takeoff. 0700 hours - Boarding begins. Flight shows on time to depart at 0730. 0730 hours - The pilot comes over the intercom, thankfully he sounds nothing like Ron. I'm so relieved I don't even sweat an hour delay for shifting weather patterns. 0820 hours - The plane pushes away from the gate, takeoff is executed at 0830. Operation Desert Tempest has begun!

Until such time as I can figure out how to fly with it, the Tannerite will be Tom's purview.

Welcome to the forums! Thanks for doing some homework, we're more than happy to fill whatever gaps we may have inadvertently left in the vast archives of knowledge and BS. I feel a great sense of closure in knowing where Waldo is now....

Ya know I love you brother!

Yes, you would stay and never leave, but we don't have to sweat that detail because you have more important less fun things to do, lucky bastard you.

If you'll quit dicking around and start coming to the shoots, you'll be savvy to this kind of information much quicker.

LMAO Good times!!!

"No means NO, Mike!"

Spoiler alert.

I got bored being the only one awake at 0600 and decided to build up the fire and nap until you geezers unlocked your joints and crawled out of bed. I'd contemplated an AR mag dump alarm for you all, but with an ex-cop, an ex-ranger, and an active duty asshole in camp, it seemed like a bad idea.

Alright you slack-jawed faggots, pull up a chair, crack open a cold beverage, and take in the awesomeness that was the 2017 Spring Shootfest. This story begins on Thursday night, after heading home from work, final checking my gear and luggage and a good shag to tide me over for the weekend. I set my alarm for 0400 and fall asleep at about 0100. Had an awful nightmare, dreamed I boarded the plane and as they are pushing away from the gate, Ron's gravelly voice comes over the intercom; "Ladies and gentlemen and those of you fucked up bastards who aren't sure of what you are, thank you for flying R-Squared Airlines. We're pushing back from the gate now and are waiting for approval for takeoff, should give me just enough time to open this MGD and have a cigarette before we get this beast rolling. In the meantime, sit back and relax to the soothing sounds of my Count Basie playlist, which we'll be enjoying for the remainder of this 4 hour flight. If you have any comments, issues, or concerns, please STFU and keep it to yourdamnself. Thank you again and on behalf of R-Squared Airlines, enjoy your flight!". My alarm blared, ripping me from the nightmare, shaking and in a cold sweat. I got up and made tracks for the airport. To be continued....

What can I say, I'm in great company....Mike.

Beat off lefty for a while, just to be safe.