Gear Snobbery and the Principle of Diminishing Returns by Mike VonSteuben
I have a good friend who goes by “BoltBoy.” Solid guy, he also designs and sells some cool Baofeng accessories. One day BoltBoy went to a precision rifle competition. Active duty and former scout snipers were among the competition, most of them sporting some very expensive weapons. One shooter even had a weather meter that was digitally slaved to an electronic DOPE card. The average shooter in this competition had sunk $3-4000 into their rifle setups.
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Truth, wisdom great advice. It’s the Man, not the machine.
Isn’t THAT what we’re fighting for?
This is such sound advice. I have to tell a story that backs up this with nearly the same circumstance, and it always makes me smile when I tell it.
My brother and I grew up shooting handguns. We both owned decent .44 pistols that we hunted with, but our everyday carry units were much to be desired. I owned a cheap Taurus PT99 and my brother an even cheaper Ruger P85. They weren’t fancy but he and I loved to practice with them. My brother was always a bit better at accuracy then me, but we loved the competition.
My brother’s best friend was a police officer and he carried his Glock service pistol on/off duty everywhere. He invited my brother to go to a local shooting competition with him. The participants largely brought their shiny McFancy pistols sporting comps and extended mags, etc. My brother’s friend offered to pay the participation fee, lone him his Glock, and give the ammo. He knew how good of a shot my brother was, and wanted to let him try his skill against the much better equipped club members. Of course, they mostly snickered at his presence with that “plastic” toy. Long story short, he ran the course one time, reloaded once, and came in second place. The guy that came in first was a real experienced guy that went so far as counting his shots and could swap out a magazine in his 1911 with a replacement before the empty hit the ground and he never dropped the slide on an empty chamber. His last round was always in battery.
In the end, those high and mighty were taught a lesson. Some learned, while some just walked away pissed that some 20ish something nobody with a $500 plastic gun outperformed almost everyone using patience and experience to prove his worth. It turned out to be the experience that gained the first place winner his deserved place, while also giving my brother that same position in second place.
Today my brother carries his own Glock. Myself as well, and we both laugh at that day.
Prepare. Practice. Train. Try.