Free Gun

Remember when I said “Free Guns” were one of the things I wanted to do at my new job? 

I wasn’t kidding. 

We’re giving away a Smith & Wesson M&P Bodyguard .380.

Yep, free. Now, you don’t HAVE to link back to the contest or join our email list in order to win, but I’d appreciate you doing that because a) it would make me look good to my boss, and b) that means I can do more of this kind of stuff in the future. 

Good luck! 

Farewell, Goodbye and Amen.

goodbye

This is my last post on Misfires And Light Strikes. 

No, really. 

Unlike the other Arizona gunblogger named Kevin, I’m not quitting gunblogging. Rather, I’m going to be working full-time in the firearms industry, and sonuvagun if my new employers want me to write for them, not myself. 

It’s almost as if they’re paying me to write for them. Oh wait, they are! 

Buy firearms onlineEffective two weeks from yesterday, I will be in charge of the website for Osage County Guns. Design, marketing, social, blogging, you name it, I’ll be doing it. If you’re on Gunbroker, you already know Osage County Guns: They’re one of the top five sellers on that site, and now they want to move out into online firearms sales. They run a tight ship and I’m very honoured to have this chance to work with them. 

It also means that over the course of the next month, I’ll need to move myself and my family out to (wait for it) Osage County, Missouri, so as a result there’ll be no blogging for the next two weeks as we go crazy and/or move. 

So that’s it. After almost four years, three SHOT shows, two co-bloggers and an Instalanche later, I’ve joined the ranks of the professional firearm industry and will do more that talk about the business of guns, I’ll be in the business of guns itself. 

Thank you, each and every one of you who took the time to read $#!% I post here. There are so many people I’d like to thank, but to name just a few…

Jon, for being the force that drove the original ExurbanLeague blog into the stratosphere, Steve for being the technical wiz that made it all happen, Jaci and Robert for being great cobloggers and shootin’ buddies, Allen for his industry savvy, Michael for putting my ugly mug on TV, Ron for moral support, Jay for inspiration, Larry for all the cool stuff, Anthony for putting up with my $#!%, Paul for letting me play with the big boys, Jon and Chris for 1st class training, Alf for being the perfect training partner, Danno and Bridget and Thomas and all the other cool Arizona bloggers for being so cool, Unc for the links, Bitter and Sebastian for the knowledge drops, Tam for the smart and the snark, Robb for inspiring me not to wear pants, Breda for just being herself, all of you readers for stopping by, and most of all, my wife, for her endless love and endless patience. 

And so, so many more.

Please stop by the Osage County Guns blog from time to time and see what I’m up to over there, and don’t be TOO surprised if when/if we begin doing things to help out gunblogging community. (Hint: FREE GUNS). 

And please keep doing what you’re already doing. Write. Vote. Take people to the range. If we start to believe that the war for freedom is over, it will be. 

See you at the range! 

P.S. I need someone to pick up the Dead Goblin Count after I picked up from Jay.
He started it, got hired in the industry, I picked it up from him, got hired in the industry. Now I’m not say that if you take it over, you’ll get a job in the gun biz, but the odds are in your favour… :D 

If you want to pick it up, email me at kevin at exurbanleague.com and I’ll see that the word gets out. 

Nick Leghorn Doesn’t Read This Blog

Nick LeghornFor the record, I like Nick. He’s a nice guy and unlike the other alleged people writing for TTAG, he’s a heck of a shooter and knows what he’s talking about when it comes to guns. I take his opinions on guns seriously because of his experience. 

But. 

An expertise in guns does not translate into a bully pulpit to attack other gun writers by name.

At this point, he’s pretty much burned his bridges with the rest of outdoor industry media outside of TTAG.

If only he had read this post from last week, he might have avoided himself a world of trouble.

…there’s probably somebody in this world who has the power to hire you for your dream job, open some door for you, make some extraordinary opportunity happen. Let’s call that person your “empowering person.”

You don’t know who this empowering person knows. You probably don’t know who all of their friends are, who all of their relatives are, who their spouse’s friends are. If one of those people knew you, liked you, and thought well of you, you would be much closer to getting that empowering person to help you achieve your dream. This is even better than references; these are endorsements.

As the Second-Greatest Philosopher of the 20th Century once said, “Always be nice, until it’s time to not be nice.”

Some lessons are easier to learn than others.

Today Is Armed Forces Day

Tommy

By Rudyard Kipling, 1892

I went into a public- ‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer,

The publican ‘e up an sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”

The girls behind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,

I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:

O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy go away”;

But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins,” when the band begins to play-

The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,

O it’s “Thank you Mr Atkins,” when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be,

They gave a drunk civilian roo, but ‘adn’t none for me;

They sent me to the gallery or round the music-’alls,

But when it comes to fighting’, Lord! They’ll shove me in the stalls!

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy wait outside”;

But it’s “Special train for Atkins,” when the trooper’s on the tide-

The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,

O it’s “Special train for Atkins,” when the trooper’s on the tide.

Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep

Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;

An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit

Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.

Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy ‘ow’s yer soul?”

But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll-

The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,

O it’s ” Thin red line of ‘eroes,” when the drums begin to roll.

We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,

But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;

An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints,

Why single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;

While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy fall be’ind,”

But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind-

There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,

O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind.

You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires, an’ all:

We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.

Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face

The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck ‘im out, the brute!”

But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country” when the guns begin to shoot;

An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;

An’ Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool – you bet that Tommy sees!