On the bright side, wargaming doesn't have all the scandal and controversy and emotional baggage that RPGs do. There's something that certain groups just love about the escapism element of RPGs, about the idea that you're "becoming" someone else, and that they love to point the finger at. They'll conveniently ignore that every good movie or fantastic novel out there is popular precisely because of that same element of escapism, of a writer or actor putting you into another character's...

It's not uncommon for folks (especially new Glock owners) to not quickly understand how to use the supplied magazine loading tool, so, here ya go!

Put the mag loader over the top of the magazine tube and push it all the way down to make room for the next cartridge.



While holding the loading tool down, start the round into the mag by pushing it back against the mag...

So I've hinted -- not very subtly, mind you -- at being a geek in previous posts. I'm sure plenty of you have been busily googling the word, scouring the internet for more information on precisely what this "geekdom" might entail and how it is I've snuck onto Glocktalk to infect the place.

Before we go any further, lemme point out that to my other on-line friends, I'm the weirdo hardcore gun guy. I'm the shooter, the guy who does Kali and Jeet, the dude who's spending...

A newly graduated Ariz Highway Patrolman was never given his first duty assignment where he grew up. The reasoning was sound. He would not be influenced by family and childhood friends. The disadvantage this gave him was that we knew all the back roads and hidey holes and he did not. It was easy to escape the long arm of the law. But, the longer hew he was there the smaller our advantage was. Luckily, about the time he could catch us more often than not, he would get re-assigned and a newbie...

Arizona was a great place to grow up in the fifties. You had the freedom to be as stupid or as smart as you wanted to be as long as it wasn't illegal or if you didn't step on someone's toes. There weren't nearly as many things illegal then. One of my favorite shooting ranges was out my bedroom window.

Phoenix was about ninety miles away and often we would drive there for a coke. The round trip didn't take many hours out of your day cause you never encountered a stop light til...