Monday, January 29, 2007
Update
Well, my wife found the Bersa, fell in love with it and took it away, so now I have to find a new summer carry gun. A local dealer has a Polish Makarov for around $170, and another is carrying a few of the FEG Makarov knockoffs, which actually have a good reputation. What I need to do if I go that route is to save up and when the gunshow goes through in March, pick up one there. Last time noone had a Makarov, but several of the FEG-63's.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Trying Times
Well, after taking my class, I gathered my money and took a stroll over to the THP driver testing station to apply for my permit. It was a 3 hour wait. And to make matters worse, when I finally got up there, they didn't couldn't enter the application as either a new app. or as a renewal. Apparently letting the old one lapse in 2001, resulted in frying the state systems brain. It took an additional 30 minutes to straighten that one out. Now I have to be finger printed. Luckily the company the TBI uses has an office in Cookeville. Unluckily they only do it on certain days and at certain times. And I have to make an appointment 24 hours in advance. They do it tomorrow, but I have court. It shouldn't take all day, only 4 pages on the docket, but they may surprise me.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Well I done it.
Well, I finally started something I have wanted to do for a while now. I went and took the class I needed to get my carry permit renewed. I don't exactly know why I want the permit, I can't carry at work, so that means night and weekend carry only, but I want the legal right to again go armed.
The first time I did this was in 1994 or 1995. I had just bought a Ruger KP90D .45 auto and fired maybe 100 rounds through it. I decided to take it to the test. The live fire part of the test consists of two 50 round courses, in which you have to score good hits with at least 36 of 5o rounds. I did a 47 and a 48. 15 of the 50 are done weak handed.
So this time I have 3 choices on what to take to the class. I have a Hi-power, I have fired about 50 rounds through, a Bersa Thunder 380 that has had maybe 25 rounds through it, and a Raven 25 I fired 5o rounds through and haven't done anything other than clean in many moons. I picked the Hi-Power, but took the Bersa for emergencies. The Hi-power did fine. I scored a 45 and 46. Toward the end I did have one failure to eject on a spent cartridge, so it was getting a little dirty, I need to clean it good before storing.
Now I have to take a copy of my birth certificate, an application, a copy of the certificate of completion of class and $115 over to the THP driver's testing station and they will take forever to finish the application and send me somewhere to be finger printed. Then in 30 to 90 days, I will get a card in the mail saying I can carry a handgun, except where I can't.
The first time I did this was in 1994 or 1995. I had just bought a Ruger KP90D .45 auto and fired maybe 100 rounds through it. I decided to take it to the test. The live fire part of the test consists of two 50 round courses, in which you have to score good hits with at least 36 of 5o rounds. I did a 47 and a 48. 15 of the 50 are done weak handed.
So this time I have 3 choices on what to take to the class. I have a Hi-power, I have fired about 50 rounds through, a Bersa Thunder 380 that has had maybe 25 rounds through it, and a Raven 25 I fired 5o rounds through and haven't done anything other than clean in many moons. I picked the Hi-Power, but took the Bersa for emergencies. The Hi-power did fine. I scored a 45 and 46. Toward the end I did have one failure to eject on a spent cartridge, so it was getting a little dirty, I need to clean it good before storing.
Now I have to take a copy of my birth certificate, an application, a copy of the certificate of completion of class and $115 over to the THP driver's testing station and they will take forever to finish the application and send me somewhere to be finger printed. Then in 30 to 90 days, I will get a card in the mail saying I can carry a handgun, except where I can't.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Academy Awards for Tennessee
Well, it's been a while and I have news. First, for the job. I am being moved to another county. They are moving me to the larger county where the office is located. This is a much larger county and has a lot more court. Fortunately for my sanity, they are giving me a transfer caseload consisting mainly of cases transferred from out-of-state, which means Tennessee courts have no jurisdiction. These cases are annoying in many ways, but now I will have a chance to get good at the endless paperwork involved in them. I will also get intra-state transfers, which means while I won't be in local court a lot, I may end up running to other county courts for individual cases, which is a pain in its own right. For instance, I was just in Court Tuesday on a single case. I was there from 8:30 AM until 3:45 PM for a single case. Sigh. More about that next.
Okay, in my present county, I have to stay in court as long as it is in session, but in other courts, I can leave once my case is heard. The county our office is in is large, court is often, and the dockets are large. My person's last name began with Y, which is bad when dockets are done alphabetically. Also the ADA didn't want to do a deal, the person really didn't deserve a deal, but is really good at appearing sympathetic, so I was there all day.
Several interesting things happened though. First, there was the guy that had been in court so often in the past, that they couldn't appoint him an attorney. Everyone in court, and there were about 15 defense attorneys including the public defender's office, had a conflict or a connection to the underlying case. Then there was the chick that took the stand in her own defense on a probation violation and cried for the court about being seperated from her 4 year old child because of the 21 days she had already done in jail. It was not an award winning performance, you could see she was forcing the tears and the probation officers in the jury box were so busy grinning and sniggering that we distracted the judge, who is a former ada and was more amused by us than the witness. She went to jail. She didn't have a good explanation about why she wasn't worried about her 4-year-old while she was doing the marijuana and cocaine that got her violated on her probation.
My client was very worthy of an award, however. She is a victim of throat cancer, and this allows her much sympathy. It also gives her access to drugs. She is under suspicion of manufacturing scripts to buy meds and selling these but that hasn't been proven. She did however pick up new charges and plead guilty to them, disappear for almost a year to avoid the investigation of the drug stuff, then get picked up on both my warrant and the warrant of the probation officer on her new charges. Now the local jail doesn't want this woman. She is taking all kinds of cancer meds, and keeps them scared by talking about all her upcoming surgeries, which could be true or could be b.s. One of the charges she is on probation for is perjury.
She shows up in court and things don't seem to be going her way, so at lunch, she goes home and brings her baby back to court. She also brings a lady that sits across the room from her and is pretending not to know her, but she later gives the baby to this lady. Anyway, it works and the big, tough ADA ends up making her case for her, so she gets moved to house arrest and electronic monitoring and extended for a year rather than going to special need prison. Oh well, out of what's left of my hair anyway.
Okay, in my present county, I have to stay in court as long as it is in session, but in other courts, I can leave once my case is heard. The county our office is in is large, court is often, and the dockets are large. My person's last name began with Y, which is bad when dockets are done alphabetically. Also the ADA didn't want to do a deal, the person really didn't deserve a deal, but is really good at appearing sympathetic, so I was there all day.
Several interesting things happened though. First, there was the guy that had been in court so often in the past, that they couldn't appoint him an attorney. Everyone in court, and there were about 15 defense attorneys including the public defender's office, had a conflict or a connection to the underlying case. Then there was the chick that took the stand in her own defense on a probation violation and cried for the court about being seperated from her 4 year old child because of the 21 days she had already done in jail. It was not an award winning performance, you could see she was forcing the tears and the probation officers in the jury box were so busy grinning and sniggering that we distracted the judge, who is a former ada and was more amused by us than the witness. She went to jail. She didn't have a good explanation about why she wasn't worried about her 4-year-old while she was doing the marijuana and cocaine that got her violated on her probation.
My client was very worthy of an award, however. She is a victim of throat cancer, and this allows her much sympathy. It also gives her access to drugs. She is under suspicion of manufacturing scripts to buy meds and selling these but that hasn't been proven. She did however pick up new charges and plead guilty to them, disappear for almost a year to avoid the investigation of the drug stuff, then get picked up on both my warrant and the warrant of the probation officer on her new charges. Now the local jail doesn't want this woman. She is taking all kinds of cancer meds, and keeps them scared by talking about all her upcoming surgeries, which could be true or could be b.s. One of the charges she is on probation for is perjury.
She shows up in court and things don't seem to be going her way, so at lunch, she goes home and brings her baby back to court. She also brings a lady that sits across the room from her and is pretending not to know her, but she later gives the baby to this lady. Anyway, it works and the big, tough ADA ends up making her case for her, so she gets moved to house arrest and electronic monitoring and extended for a year rather than going to special need prison. Oh well, out of what's left of my hair anyway.
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