Latest in Bill’s Village Praxis series.
First step in owning the night?
Getting out there in it.
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Night vision eye drops…
The Torrey Pines Logic T-10 is an initial entry into low cost (relatively) thermal rifle and pistol sights. The best model for self defense is the T-10M at $700.00. I acquired one and it works as advertised, particularly interesting is the small handle, similar to a forward pistol grip, that enables use of the sight for other purposes than on a weapon. It uses a single CR123 battery and is smaller than the Eotech XPS.
Matt wrote a great article on this last year. I believe you published it.
“Bilberry is used for improving eyesight, including night vision. In fact, during World War II, British pilots in the Royal Air Force ate bilberry jam to improve their night vision, but later research showed it probably didn’t help. Bilberry is also used for treating eye conditions such as cataracts and disorders of the retina. There is some evidence that bilberry may help retinal disorders…”
May work; may not; mileage may berry.
Check out Poole’s, “Tiger’s Way” and, “The Last Hundred Yards.” He’s got some good info that parallels Buppert’s in some places and goes in a bit deeper in other areas. Been using Poole’s method for about 8 years when teaching night vision. Good post!
Very kind of you to post this and appreciate the add’l insights (pun intended). One minor correction: this is the latest in the Village Praxis Series, we published the first one in July 2009.
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The following is intended to supplement Mr. Buppert’s fine work, not to detract from it. I hope the snippet provided encourages you all to read this novel, if you haven’t already, and that you find the advice to Naiche relevant to this discussion. May you also be strengthening your spirit minds.
From Chapter 17 of Forrest Carter’s [I]WATCH FOR ME ON THE MOUNTAIN[/I]:
As they gathered, squatting in a tight circle, Naiche picked up his sticks and, without pause, recited a history of Camp Goodwin’s patrols.
Geronimo had asked for particular details of the afternoon and evening arrivals and departures at the camp. Naiche was sure he knew why. When circumstances made it possible, Geronimo preferred to stage his illusions for the enemy in the twilight of evening.
When he had come to Cochise’s rancheria asking for warriors, he had given a lesson to Naiche. In the twilight he had made a mark on the ground, asking Naiche to stand there. Pointing to a rock a hundred yards away, he said, “I have placed something on the rock. Look closely at it, Naiche, and tell me what you see.”
Naiche narrowed his eyes, focusing his keen sight on the rock’s face. He watched the object for a long time, attempting to discern its detail.
“I see,” Naiche said uncertainly, “a piece of rope. It bends a little. Not much. This could be a dead snake, or perhaps it is only a shadow. Maybe you have not placed anything on the rock at all.”
Geronimo smiled and said nothing.
Early the next morning, in the gray of dawn, he awakened Naiche and took him to the same mark and said, “Tell me what you see, Naiche.”
Naiche looked. “I see a stick. It is as long as my arm, with a width of my finger. There is a knot on the stick.”
“Yes.” Geronimo laughed. “You are right. It is the same stick that was on the rock in the twilight. The stick that was the rope…the snake…the shadow.”
Naiche looked doubtfully at Geronimo. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I am sure. I put it there. You have the same [I]amount[/I] of light this morning that you had yesterday in the twilight. It is not the same [I]kind[/I] of light. Light is life. When it is born in the morning, it is like youth coming into the shadow world to deal with the physical shadows. It must see things distinctly. When the light is old, it is like the old person getting ready to leave the shadow world. The physical things are not important then. And so the light, and vision, blurs and is not distinct. It means nothing now for the old. If they have strengthened their spirit minds, they turn their sight inward and the spirit things grow sharp and distinct, for this is the world where they are going. If they have not strengthened their spirit minds,” -Geronimo shrugged- “then they are lost there, too…in a twilight they cannot see before the darkness.”
And so while Naiche recited his information of the patrols he expected that Geronimo would question him more fully about the afternoon and evening. Geronimo did.
Tee hee. Getting out there in it.
Gotta tell you. We walk through shit crotch deep at times in the dark inhabited by little white mouthed motherfuckers.
Truth be known, I don’t like it.
I much prefer sitting in a dark tavern with big tittied women bringing me beer.
Just sayin’. 🙂
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