BerettaNut92
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I know you didn't see me at church, I busy learning how to do a driveb...ahem...'shoot from a moving vehicle.' 
It's not supposed to rain much in LA, but it did today. So me and my partner were stopped in our vehicle and eating doughnuts when we were ambushed by three steel plates and more bowling pins than I could count.
"CONTACT LEFT!!!" My partner drew his 1911 and engaged the evil steel plates while I bailed out of the vehicle and hit the mud. Just because it was raining, Reitz wasn't going to keep us from proning out in the mud at 0920 in the morning. Besides, I paid good money (actually the class was a bargain) to roll around in the mud and the blood and the beer.
"EXITING!" my partner yelled. I began to engage the evil bowling pins from underneath the vehicle and dug the butt of my Beretta in the mud so I wouldn't shoot Scott's car (lest I owe him a case of Corona).
"MOVING RIGHT!" I had a few seconds to slide underneath the open passenger door and work myself to the right so my partner wouldn't dive on top of me and where I could use the wheel as cover. "
!!!" I squealed as my manly unit dove squarely onto my 2oz can of pepper spray in my pocket :banghead:
My partner dove head first out of the car and rolled over to a proned out shooting platform. "MOVING LEFT" he yelled as he moved to cover behind the rear tire and performed a tac reload. "RELOADING!!!"
"COVERING!!" I yelled as blasted bowling pins to wherever bowling pin hell is.
"UP!!" My partner reloaded his 1911 and began to work himself from a prone position around the aft of the vehicle.
The gunsmoke settled and I spat pebbles and wiped mud off my then-new Beretta 92G. No more bad guys that I could see.
"GETTING UP!!" I rose and began to work myself around the right side of the vehicle. Looks like all those woody b******s were blown to smithereens. "SKUNKY CLEAAARRR!"
Everyone spent the rest of the day looking like crap and covered in mud but all had a great time.
Other highlights included capping pepper poppers from a moving vehicle. It was a new experience for everyone but not for me, since I went to school in the Los Angeles public system for 13 years. I still had a good time and it reminded me of my high school days.
We also had to engage a set of moving targets. From inside a vehicle. Weak hand only. No cheating and using your strong hand to open the door. I kicked the door open, grabbed my Beretta from the holster, flipped it around so I could actually handle the thing and exited the vehicle and rose, just in time for the doorframe to come back and smack me and pin me on the car as I tried engaging the movers with my weak paw only. When I looked down my thumb and pants were all bloody, from what, I have no idea... :banghead:
Deploying from a vehicle and discriminating between shoot and no shoot targets.
Shooting from a moving vehicle.
The hostage rack. The bad guy would peep out from behind the good guy (with the help of Uncle Scotty and a rope) and we'd wait for our shot.
The charging target--draw from a holster and cap the guy as he's charing you.
Did I mention shooting from a moving vehicle?
The man-down drills were fun. I got to play man down first. A patrol car raced up and placed itself between me and an array of evil steel plates and pepper popping felons. The driver and the partner (in the rear seat) deployed from the vehicle and engaged the targets as a second unit rolled up. The guys grabbed me and tossed me in the rear seats. "GOGOGO," my rescuer shouted. His partner honked the horn three times to signal to the other guys (hopefully they heard us through the gunfire) to GTFOOD. I didn't see what happened since I was proned out in the back of the car with my 285lb rescuer
We had a guy come from Washington, a guy come from Hawaii and a guy come from...Austria. No kidding. That a guy would travel half way around the world to spend a weekend with Scott Reitz and ITTS should say enough.
It's not supposed to rain much in LA, but it did today. So me and my partner were stopped in our vehicle and eating doughnuts when we were ambushed by three steel plates and more bowling pins than I could count.
"CONTACT LEFT!!!" My partner drew his 1911 and engaged the evil steel plates while I bailed out of the vehicle and hit the mud. Just because it was raining, Reitz wasn't going to keep us from proning out in the mud at 0920 in the morning. Besides, I paid good money (actually the class was a bargain) to roll around in the mud and the blood and the beer.
"EXITING!" my partner yelled. I began to engage the evil bowling pins from underneath the vehicle and dug the butt of my Beretta in the mud so I wouldn't shoot Scott's car (lest I owe him a case of Corona).
"MOVING RIGHT!" I had a few seconds to slide underneath the open passenger door and work myself to the right so my partner wouldn't dive on top of me and where I could use the wheel as cover. "
!!!" I squealed as my manly unit dove squarely onto my 2oz can of pepper spray in my pocket :banghead:My partner dove head first out of the car and rolled over to a proned out shooting platform. "MOVING LEFT" he yelled as he moved to cover behind the rear tire and performed a tac reload. "RELOADING!!!"
"COVERING!!" I yelled as blasted bowling pins to wherever bowling pin hell is.
"UP!!" My partner reloaded his 1911 and began to work himself from a prone position around the aft of the vehicle.
The gunsmoke settled and I spat pebbles and wiped mud off my then-new Beretta 92G. No more bad guys that I could see.
"GETTING UP!!" I rose and began to work myself around the right side of the vehicle. Looks like all those woody b******s were blown to smithereens. "SKUNKY CLEAAARRR!"
Everyone spent the rest of the day looking like crap and covered in mud but all had a great time.
Other highlights included capping pepper poppers from a moving vehicle. It was a new experience for everyone but not for me, since I went to school in the Los Angeles public system for 13 years. I still had a good time and it reminded me of my high school days.
We also had to engage a set of moving targets. From inside a vehicle. Weak hand only. No cheating and using your strong hand to open the door. I kicked the door open, grabbed my Beretta from the holster, flipped it around so I could actually handle the thing and exited the vehicle and rose, just in time for the doorframe to come back and smack me and pin me on the car
as I tried engaging the movers with my weak paw only. When I looked down my thumb and pants were all bloody, from what, I have no idea... :banghead:Deploying from a vehicle and discriminating between shoot and no shoot targets.
Shooting from a moving vehicle.
The hostage rack. The bad guy would peep out from behind the good guy (with the help of Uncle Scotty and a rope) and we'd wait for our shot.
The charging target--draw from a holster and cap the guy as he's charing you.
Did I mention shooting from a moving vehicle?
The man-down drills were fun. I got to play man down first. A patrol car raced up and placed itself between me and an array of evil steel plates and pepper popping felons. The driver and the partner (in the rear seat) deployed from the vehicle and engaged the targets as a second unit rolled up. The guys grabbed me and tossed me in the rear seats. "GOGOGO," my rescuer shouted. His partner honked the horn three times to signal to the other guys (hopefully they heard us through the gunfire) to GTFOOD. I didn't see what happened since I was proned out in the back of the car with my 285lb rescuer
We had a guy come from Washington, a guy come from Hawaii and a guy come from...Austria. No kidding. That a guy would travel half way around the world to spend a weekend with Scott Reitz and ITTS should say enough.
:banghead: 
