The Rifle Coach


I drew this free hand in a digital format using

It is dedicated to all the Coaches out there who’ve taken the time to pass on the art of the Rifle.


Thank you.

So with that Howdy, Semper Fi and have a wonderful Freaking day.



Reality Chapter 10

Walt looked over at Alex but slowly brought the truck to a stop pulling it off the road and down into the embankment as he looked up at the blinking emergency lights of the vehicle. He then turned the radio down.

And the sun will set for you
The sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

“Might be folks that need help.” Walt looked over as Alex opened the door on his side slowly, same time pulling his rifle from the gun rack hooked to the dash.


Alex stepped into the wanning light. Walt watched sitting in place. He had a feeling he should stay put till Alex called or signalled. He reached up and pulled the bolt down on the M14 and the metallic sound of the bolt slapping a round home in the chamber filled the cab of his truck.

Alex disappeared. Literally Walt had him one minute the next he was gone.

“That boy is just scary.”

Alex had crouched down and pulling a compact of camo paint from a side pocket in his BDU’s he quickly put three fingers into the paint and started applying it to his face. No pattern, nothing fancy. Just shadow the light sheen from his face. He grunted when satisfied and put the compact away. He looked back at the Dodge and nodded seeing Walt had killed the lights and was sitting in the vehicle watching.

A few steps took him further down the embankment, just to the edge was a small copse of tree’s but really nothing better as in the way of concealment so he stayed low in the ditch as he worked his way towards the vehicle.

They’d stopped almost a good 700 meters from the vehicle and Alex made his way towards it in a low crouch. His knees screamed at him. Muscles not used to this movement in a long while started to growl as well as he continued ignoring them.

Body doesn’t mind. Mind doesn’t matter.

In the back of his mind a song started on random.

Working nine to five
what a way to make living
Barely getting by
it’s all taking and no giving.
They just use your mind
and they never give you credit

Alex had covered the distance of relatively quickly for being in the position he was. He was glad the ditch had run the whole length He found himself sitting roughly about 100 meters away from the car as he bellied up to the edge of the road on the opposite side his rifle aimed as he scanned over its sights looking for movement. It didn’t take long to see something.

The rain had stopped, sun setting behind the vehicle in the distance figures where highlighted. A light wind had picked up making everything chilly blowing from the west as Alex lay their watching and listening. Bits and pieces of conversation drifted with the wind towards him as he watched and waited.

“You’re sure you saw headlights?”

“Yeah Dammit I saw them.”

A whimper.

“shuddup in there..”

Reality Chapter 9

Walt had been a mechanic in his life. working on every make and model of car till the recent imports hit the market and he just had to much arthritis in his hands to work in the smaller tighter engines.

The Underground attached garage was worth the hassle of living literally in the slums of the city. Specially when the landlord gave him a whole fenced off section of the garage to store his cars. And he had some cars. Everything from an original Dodge Charger to of all things a Lime Green Gremlin sat in the fenced off section.  Walt walked towards the fenced off section towards the walk in gate, a touch pad had been installed by him and a camera system. As usual there where a few kids sitting around the fence looking in at the cars. Walt stepped into the fenced off area and opened the lock box on the back wall as Alex followed looking at the cars. His music still playing softly around him.

“Hey! you boys want to help me with something?”

The three local boys looked up immediately, usually Walt just told them to stop drooling on his fence. All three jumped up and walked tentatively towards the gate.

“I need you to do me a favor, I won’t be around to take care of these cars properly and they need driven once in a while. You boys can do that for me?”

All there stood there dumbfounded but at the same time not ones to turn down an offer like this simply nodded their heads.

“Good keys are here in the box. have fun. “

Walt picked up a set of keys out of the box and winked at Alex as he walked further into the fenced off section towards the darker corner.

“That will give them something to do for awhile.. Specially if its like the news is saying, end of the world and all. I won’t be able to use all these any more.”

Alex grunted as he walked a pace behind Walt, soft violin music flowed from his pocket as a song by Escala played.

Walt stepped up to a vehicle under a heavy green canvas tarp. He pulled the tarp on the corner and it started sliding off a camouflaged vehicle.

“M37.. Can’t get a better truck.”

Alex looked at the Dodge M37, it looked almost like a squat version of a Humvee, with a more boxy cab. This one had a few additions to it. The windows where newer ballistic looking glass, the body had been re-enforced. Run flat tires, the rear cargo area had a high side bed on it with ports that opened inwards.


“I’d been working on it for a while, just something to keep me busy.” Walt walked over to the drivers door and opened it sliding into the cab. He nodded for Alex to get in the passenger side. The Dash area had two mounts for weapons to be held in place. One set of clips already held a M14 rifle. Alex slide his Rifle off and slapped it into the holder pulling his shot gun free and sliding it into the window mounts behind his head. Tossing his pack onto the floor in front of the seat then sitting down in the passenger side.

They’d been driving for about an hour, the heavy front bumper being put to good use to push cars blocking roads out of the way. Alex had taken his phone out of his pocket and hooked it to the stereo that Walt had hooked up in the dash of the M37. He’d shown some actual surprise when Walt pulled a cable with a male plug and handed it to Alex.

“Might as well turn on that music of yours, always liked your style”

The cab was now filled with the soft sounds of Enya as they clipped a Mercedes parked half way up on the side walk. Strangely they’d ran into few people. Those they had seen had run away or hide. The outskirts of the city where not as badly hit as the inner portions it seemed as they cleared the roads. Walt actually gave a sigh of relief when they hit the highway heading west.

“Got a destination in mind?”

“Nope” Alex kept watch his head on a swivel looking left then right as they ran down the road at close to sixty miles an hour.

“How fast we going.”

“Roughly Sixty. I know.. M37’s aren’t supposed to go that fast. I did some rebuilding and modifying.” Walt responded back with a hint of pride in his voice.

Alex grunted softly and looked forward as the sky had started to grow dark the sun setting. In the distance a set of tail lights blinked.

“stop. “

Taking the plunge.

I’ve always loved instructing/teaching in all its glorious forms. And I’ve done some strange forms of teaching in my short period of life. 

But lately I’ve found myself more and more missing teaching. At one point in time I said to myself. “Self, go to school get a teaching degree to teach school.” At which point there after I about fell out of my truck laughing at myself. I wouldn’t last five minutes in a Education system environment. Not because I don’t agree with how most systems are run. But because of how I was taught and how I teach others. 

I’ve respected every teacher I’ve ever known, good bad or indifferent, I wouldn’t be where I am if it wasnt for some excellent teachers, but honestly alot of how teachers teach these days in school systems just seems to canned and structured to only a “specific” style. Besides.. me and college? yeah.. let me take my boots off and you can pull the rest of my toe nails off. 


SO.. I sat down one evening and was talking to a friend online and they flat out asked. “Hey can you teach me how to become a better shooter?” I blinked a few times at the screen, cocked my head, stroked my Skunk beard, yes my chin fur looks like a skunk, no I didn’t dye it, its natural. Besides I’ve been told “chicks dig it.” 

And I said, well if I can take a private that shoots right handed but is left eye left hand dominate that can’t hit the broad side of a bar, work with them in a day and then see them fire expert on the range the next. I figure I can help you out. And.. after four hours we did just that, and thats when this nagging little idea was planted in my G2. 

“Art, you should instruct marksmanship. People would pay you to have them teach them in the way you taught me. I’ve never had some one break it down to where it was simple understandable and I didn’t feel pressured or intimidated.” 

Well that was almost three years ago. And that idea kept nagging at me. I’ve kept teaching marksmanship at work, sometimes teaching it one on one, sometimes to groups as large as 100. And every time I did, I loved it. I then started teaching CIED/HME and boy let me tell you that was the WORST possible thing for work to let me do. It was like handing a pyromanic a match and saying “Go forth and light the world on fire!” 

I LOVED IT. Still do. Any time I get to teach, So with that I started talking to a buddy of mine who Airsofts with me and works on post with me. We’d tossed the idea of starting a school for shooting and survival with emphasis on teaching the basics first. And not we aren’t doing it to make money. 

WHAT?! You don’t want to make money!? Nope. We don’t. All of us involved in this project have been taught either by law enforcement or military, certified through both as well and all of us have said the same thing. 

“Our Courses will range from 25 to 50 dollars. No more. People are already paying for ammo, gas, food, possibly lodging. People don’t need to pay an arm and a leg to get trained. ” 

We’ll cover range cost, incidentals, maybe a couple bucks for gas for instructors coming from a distance and the rest. Donated, either to the Local MWR, or Veteran/Military Charities. We will not be making money out of this. 

Yes, we’ve been accused of being insane. 

So with that in mind, Hopefully by the end of June early July we will be submitting the paper work for our LLC. and our first course, Basic Handgun, which will be a Ladies only course to start with, sometime in early August. 

With that, We need your help. We are looking for a unique name for our LLC. something either based off the Geography in South Eastern Wyoming, or historically for Wyoming itself. Unique and interesting but presents the understanding of our goal and mission. 

“Training, from the basics to the advanced, with your weapon, your ammo, and your comfort, and it wont kill your wallet.” 

So if you have an idea, drop it in a comment below, If we use your Name, or even part of it we’ll give you a free Course of your choosing. Of course you have to make your own way to the Course. I’d love to fly people or even come pick them up but again I’m just a poor working grunt. So if you have an idea for a name by all means throw it in a comment, I may even be able to send you a homemade .50 cal Bottle opener ontop of the free class. 

So with that Howdy, Semper Fi and have a wonderful Freaking day.