When I add up the amount of money I’ve spent on training over the years, it outpaces what I’ve spent just on the guns and accessories, and I’ll tell you this: I’ve never had buyer’s remorse from a training experience, but I sure wish I could have a few of the paychecks back that I spent on that HK PSG-1 clone build, or the 100 yd/1-MOA custom 10/22 project, etc… “Things” don’t make us happy or prepared, they just make us heavy. They weigh on our minds; they take up room in expensive gun safes that we outgrow way too quickly, and they detract from our training and practice budget.
We all know that time and money are finite resources and most of us normal folks have to make careful decisions about how to spend them, after all, most of us hand more than 1/3 of it to Uncle Sam so he can piss it away. That doesn’t always leave much for keeping a roof over our heads, meat on the table and the wolf from the door. Most of us know what our rent or mortgage payment is, and we budget for that. Most of us have some idea how much money we spend to feed ourselves and families, and we budget for that. We keep track of our time and plan for our day jobs, domestic chores, and recreation time. When it comes to keeping the wolf from the door, how do we budget our time and money for that? Some of us may use various alarm or private security systems – we know what we pay for those on some periodic basis, and these things don’t cost us much time, but cameras and alarms are a passive response to emergencies. If there’s a fire in my house, I could press the button on my alarm system keypad that immediately summons the fire department, hope everyone escapes, then wait outside in the mosquitoes, rain, or snow while my primary source of shelter and everything I own turns to ash, or I can grab a fire extinguisher when my smoke detector goes off and try to put the fire out while it’s still in the incipient stage, or at least control it till the dudes in the big red trucks get there. When you hear your back door getting pried open and muffled voices downstairs in the middle of the night, by all means press that police button on your security system keypad (if the intrusion hasn’t automatically caused your system to summon the police already), or dial 911 or whatever you have to do. While waiting for the folks with badges and guns to arrive, you can either attempt to engage the invaders in a philosophical conversation about the virtues of mercy, or arm yourself and get your family to a safe place, dealing with any imminent threats as best you can along the way.