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As it turns out, “3” is Reed Knight III, or Trey as he’s more commonly known, and is the son of the owner and founder of Knight’s Armament Company (KAC), located in Titusville, Florida.

Right side of KAC SR15-E3 carbine as outfited by author for class

Knight’s Armament should need no introduction to recent veterans or aficionados of the platform, as it is the maker of the railed forend found on current issue U.S. Army M4s and USMC M16s.

Knight’s was the originator of the railed forend and is still the current supplier to the military, having sold over 500,000 to the U.S. government.

Trey was a man on a mission—to announce and promote Knight’s revived interest in the commercial firearms market. Trey had his work cut out for him, as over the years Knight’s has gained a reputation for turning a somewhat cold shoulder to the commercial firearms and accessories market. Fans of Knight’s will tell you that this was due to their being overwhelmed with military orders, while detractors say that they “just didn’t care.” Whatever the case, Trey was, and is, setting out to change that perception and was also announcing the commercial release of the new Knight’s Armament SR-15 E3, Knight’s newest version of the AR-15 carbine.

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As this is written, just a few days have passed since the horrific terrorist attacks in Paris. Predictably, Internet sites and my newsfeed on Facebook filled up with comments—some giving sound advice, others amounting to mere chest thumping. Two recurring themes were that France’s restrictive gun laws contributed to the slaughter, and the terrorists would have been stopped quickly in the United States. Don’t kid yourself. It can, and very possibly will, happen here and result in the same kind…

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I remember one time when I utterly knew fear: spitless, wide-eyed, so-afraid-you-can’t-pee-your-pants terror. I was not only scared, but confused, upset, embarrassed, and a whole range of other stomach-acid-producing emotions. That’s what happens when you wake up not knowing how long you’ve been asleep. Actually, being asleep wasn’t really the problem. It was the location: at a stop sign, in a marked patrol car, in the middle of the street. While on midnight patrol, I had surrendered to the sweet…

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I recently spent a morning walking around an indoor swap meet. I stopped at one table and was waiting to talk to the man who was selling some guns as he talked to another customer. The customer was explaining how the only shot he’d ever take in a self-defense situation was a headshot, as it would shut down the bad guy’s CSN (sic). He went on to say he’d received this advice from an “instructor.” He turned to me and…

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Are there “master” gunfighters? The simple answer is no. The explanation is a bit more complicated. There is no such thing as a master gunfighter that I know of. Not a single one of the hundreds of individuals I have known who have been in actual shootings would lay claim to such a title. Not a single one. There is good reason for this. Many claim to be masters of sorts. There are self-proclaimed four-gun masters or pistol masters, rifle…

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There you are, steely eyed dealer of death, walking through the doors of your local Stop-N-Rob when you observe some low-life puke holding a gun on the clerk.

Uh-oh. What shall we do?

If you’re like me, your first thought would be to immediately “un-ass” the area and place a couple of ZIP codes between yourself and the robbery in progress. Sorry for the clerk and his overall life expectancy rating, but there’s no point in two of us getting killed rather than one.

I’ve often talked of the “scared bunny” defense: scurrying like a frightened little rodent in the opposite direction away from danger. It’s a great way to keep you hale and hearty, but it’s also one of those things that is easy to explain yet difficult to practice.

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You’ve just sat down to a relaxing cold bottle of something. You’re ready for an hour’s R&R when—wham!—it hits you. And totally wrecks your peace of mind. The “it” I’m talking about is the weight of the world.

Maybe this sort of thing never happens to you. If so, good for you and go enjoy the rest of S.W.A.T. with my blessing. But if you’re a regular reader of this column, or a political activist, or even just a person who stays informed about the world, I’ll bet it does happen to you occasionally: you get overwhelmed by the evils in the world and your own inability to solve huge problems. Specifically, perhaps, you’re burdened by the loss of American liberty or new threats to gun rights. But it could be anything. Terrorism. Economic doom. Corruption. The lies of poly-ticks. The rise of the surveillance state.

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Can we just stop all this surviving for a minute or two? I’ve decided that the most overused word in the English language has changed from “tactical” then to “extreme” and now finally to “survival.”

As Exhibit A, take a look at the cable television schedule. Every program that isn’t about talentless wealthy people having lunch (see Keeping Up With the Kardashians) or inbred hillbillies doing wacky hillbilly things seems to be about outdoor survival. I’ve been in the woods quite a bit lately and you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a survival expert and his film crew.

Out of curiosity and at the urging of several friends, I finally watched one of these programs. What I saw alternately depressed me and made me so angry that I was shouting at the TV screen like a crazed televangelist.

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