Title. I can box (better than somebody who never has), I’m pretty decent at wrestling and have slight bjj experience, but secretly don’t have the flexibility to throw a head kick.
Hey guys. I’m trying to set up a sling for my AR-15 with an M-Lok rail. I wanna get this all correct so I don’t have to go shopping online multiple times and/or buy the wrong things.
My rifle already has an attachment point on the way end of the butt stock for a sling. I’m looking for a sling, but I notice some of them have clips and others are just the sling? If I’m buying one that appears to be just a sling, do I buy those clips I see in other images separately? Or am I supposed to wrap them directly onto sling mounts?
Also from what I understand, m-lok also requires adapters to put the sling mounts onto the rail regardless of clips or not? Sorry I’m an idiot y’all. Just looking for help cuz it seems to be a very ambiguous topic online.
Everybody’s in the loop besides me..
Hey guys. Wondering if I should get an olive green poncho to remain more “gray man” looking within city limits, or camo to have better ability to hide in the brush. What are y’all’s opinions?
I plan on getting a wobbie liner to match it, should I get a pack cover as well or is a poncho good enough?
Hey guys. Wrestled a bunch of folkstyle. Did a tiny bit of gi BJJ. I’m wondering if there’s any media covering MMA grappling specifically, cuz obviously it’s unlike any other sport.
Something covering how to get into good position for ground and pound, ground and pound/submission dilemmas, clinch work and takedown dilemmas, etc.
I hear a lot about the “good days” from people older than myself. How everything used to be better. Cheaper. More genuine. Life was easier. The American dream was truly alive.
I feel like I’m living in a bad timeline that split from what it should’ve been. Everything my parents, their parents, and their parents before them got to experience is dead now.
I don’t really know what to do with my life. I feel unfulfilled. Adult life used to be climbing a ladder upwards toward success, but now it’s climbing just to escape rising water.
Sometimes I wonder what I’m supposed to be doing here. Every step feels like the wrong one. All the food is bad. All the water is poisoned. The good land that’s left is occupied by people rich beyond belief, who want even the muck I live on in comparison.
I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore. I used to have big dreams of grandeur, now it seems what’s defined as a “big” dream is owning a small home and eating real, healthy food.
I live with unease.