I am not tacticool. In fact, I am the opposite: I am a tactinerd.
I don't wear 5.11 pants and combat boots, but instead comfy Levis or cargo pants and Doc Marten's. I don't own an equipment vest or Blackwater t-shirt, but instead wear cheerful Hawaiian shirts.
My guns wear wood, not plastic, and they're polished, not blackened. In fact, none of my carry guns were even designed after 1950. They don't sport rails, scopes, taclights, or comps. The holsters in which they reside are richly tanned leather, not kydex.
In fact, I consider the color black and the material plastic to be dubious concessions to necessity, not an aesthetic to be pursued. Speaking of aeshetics, I think the high point in the appearance of firearms hit somewhere in the late 70s. I hadn't even been born then, but there's no accounting for taste.
And because there's no accounting for taste, I don't think that my choice of firearms and their various accoutrements makes me better than anyone else, just different, especially considering my age. For those who like all things tacticool, enjoy; the sheer number of gizmos that can be hung off an M4 carbine never ceases to inspire awe. But it's not my thing because I'm a tactinerd.
And I know I'm not the only one.
I don't wear 5.11 pants and combat boots, but instead comfy Levis or cargo pants and Doc Marten's. I don't own an equipment vest or Blackwater t-shirt, but instead wear cheerful Hawaiian shirts.
My guns wear wood, not plastic, and they're polished, not blackened. In fact, none of my carry guns were even designed after 1950. They don't sport rails, scopes, taclights, or comps. The holsters in which they reside are richly tanned leather, not kydex.
In fact, I consider the color black and the material plastic to be dubious concessions to necessity, not an aesthetic to be pursued. Speaking of aeshetics, I think the high point in the appearance of firearms hit somewhere in the late 70s. I hadn't even been born then, but there's no accounting for taste.
And because there's no accounting for taste, I don't think that my choice of firearms and their various accoutrements makes me better than anyone else, just different, especially considering my age. For those who like all things tacticool, enjoy; the sheer number of gizmos that can be hung off an M4 carbine never ceases to inspire awe. But it's not my thing because I'm a tactinerd.
And I know I'm not the only one.
