Dave Spaulding offers some thoughts on current combative firearms training…It’s worth a read.

What the hell?! My thoughts on current combative firearms training

By Dave Spaulding

What is to follow will fire up a large number of people! So be it. I’ve been doing this a LONG time…longer than most and I know what I am talking about…and I am flabbergasted by what I see…

I have not paid much attention, in the past, to what is happening in the training industry…I probably should have. I spent the vast majority of my time training law enforcement officers and did not really take notice of what the legally armed citizen was doing. When I decided to start my own training company, I started to focus on what the armed citizen needed, but I was wrong. I should not have looked at what they WANTED. I didn’t take notice…I do now…
Before 9-11, there were just a few training institutions and about 10-12 traveling instructors…I got to them all and had a good handle on what was being taught. Then our country was attacked, two wars began and a large number of folks came out of the military and changed the training industry, I believe forever. Focus shifted from the concealed handgun to the M-4 carbine and if you were not former Special Ops you didn’t know shit. If you weren’t former Special Ops and wanted to instruct, no problem! You just act like you were/are.

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Senior U.S. Supreme Court Associate Justice Antonin Scalia found dead at West Texas ranch – San Antonio Express-News


Justice Scalia was a solidly constitutional SCOTUS vote. He defended individual rights staunchly and will be missed. For the firearms world, this is a significant loss.


Real fighters don’t let getting “old” stop them…

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of running into an old customer from a range at which I worked some years ago. It was really nice to see the old guy still kicking. And he’s still at the range every weekend. We’ll call him, Mr. Dean.

Granted, all Mr. Dean is doing is poking holes in paper. His targets don’t move or shoot back. He’s on a “square” range. Practice consists of the same weekly routine. It’s not sexy, cool, or especially challenging. He comes in, gives the guys behind the counter a box of kolaches and donuts, then proceeds to burns 150-rounds at 3, 7, and 15 yards with his everyday carry gun. No timers. Just him, a box of ammo and his gun. He works to maintain/improve his accuracy and keep the gun running without fumbling or stopping to think about it. It may not be much or optimal but, it’s more than most.

There are those who will argue he’s fooling himself. He’s an old man more likely to shoot himself or a family member than defend himself. He’s not working from his holster. Not practicing much in the way of movement to “get off the X” as the saying goes. But let’s be honest, he’s not trying to jump out of burning helicopters or be Batman. At least two of his ten digits including the right index finger have been reduced to nothing more than the proximal phalanx. He’s at least 80 years old and probably fighting his bladder as much as he is anything else. Still, he’s is determined not to be a victim again.
Mr. Dean is no stranger to violence and he’s not fooling himself. He’s a survivor. A man determined to fight for his life by any means available. About ten years ago, he was walking his dog when he was approached from behind by a young man accompanied by several friends in a near by car. The young man, not more than 20-years-old, called to Mr. Dean saying, “Hey!” The moment Mr. Dean turned to face the young man, he was shot in the face. His jaw was instantly shattered but, the fight wasn’t over.

Folks, this is Texas. You try to kill a Texan and we’ll kill you back. That’s our policy and Mr. Dean lives it. Jaw shattered, ears ringing, it occurred to Mr. Dean that this turd aimed to kill him. In those days, Mr. Dean carried a seven-shot .380 caliber pistol and he managed to keep his wits about him well enough to returned fire. Seven shots goes amazingly fast. Fortunately, when those seven shots were done the turd and his friends, though alive, realized they had somewhere else to be and departed in a hurry. Mr. Dean survived and today has upgraded his equipment a bit…Bigger bullets and more of them. Funny how that happens.