I need a mentor so I can be prepared for sniper School

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My name is David and I can confirm that Im being serious about all this; however, after seeing how hostile this sub thread is, idk if I posted this in the right place. I'm asking for practical advice and encouragement, not slander. Thanks
I promise my reply is practical advice. If you are using weed or other chemicals to tolerate the "stress" you live in college and civilian life you will not make the selection process. You will instead end up as a pogue in the rears hating life for your contract and likely worse. The physical demands placed on you will be absolute hardships, the mental demands will break you if you cannot handle what you are doing now with out mind altering substances. Just like my statement is not hostile but honest truth. If my statement offends you, well Buttercup, you'd best mosey on along.
 
I was eating a slightly tougher-than-usual bamboo sprout when I read the "I was born to be an assassin" part, snorted hard, and a sliver of bamboo nicked me right in the gums. It's all good now, hurted a bit at first but saline water rinse cleans it up.

And no, I am NOT a panda bear...
 
I was eating a slightly tougher-than-usual bamboo sprout when I read the "I was born to be an assassin" part, snorted hard, and a sliver of bamboo nicked me right in the gums. It's all good now, hurted a bit at first but saline water rinse cleans it up.

And no, I am NOT a panda bear...
I’ve never read a more Asian sounding post on here, unless there’s math.
 
I’ve never read a more Asian sounding post on here, unless there’s math.


Some time back I posted something about how to inspect a pack of dried noodles in the supermarket and by how loose the noodles are in there you can tell if the bag has a leak too small to be seen by the naked eye, but enough that the noodles' freshness might be affected. That one HAD to have been more Asian sounding. 😂
 
Some time back I posted something about how to pick up a pack of dried noodles in the supermarket and by how loose the noodles are in there you can tell if the bag has a leak too small to be seen by the naked eye, but enough that the noodles' freshness might be affected. That one HAD to have been more Asian sounding. 😂
I missed that
 
So anyway.... which sniper school are you planning on going to? I went to Evelyn Wood's. It was good, lot's and lots of reading, but it went fast. It's just across town from Leonard Wood's, I think that's a cosmetology school now.
 
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@david.stad14

You were asking for advice and few guys in here who have been in service as marksmen and "snipers" gave it to you.

TLDR: don't brag about what all you can do or how "hard" you are. Admit you don't know anything. Be open to the learning.

There was a documentary called about bud/S class 234 (Navy SEAL cadet training course.)

Pay attention to comments from the Master Chief Petty Officer.

You can physically be fit. You can even want the job really bad. Often, it is not the high school football player who makes it through but the guy who had to work for everything.

But others fail medically. You can be in great shape and the first time they dump you in cold water and you can't do basic math, it is because you are just not cut out for it.

That being said, sure, enjoy the roasting here and you will get roasted. But laugh at it, laugh with the guys, start reading more and posting less.

As for techniques for long range shooting, our host, Frank Galli AKA @Lowlight , a Marine, and his job was Marine Scout Sniper and he wrote a book and has a training series. Work on that instead of trying to prove how adept you are here with oddly phrased bons mot.
 
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Jesus Lord have mercy save my soul. AIGHT FUCK IT IM GOING BACK INTO THE WOODS. Water FUCKING moccasins had better things to say than these gay woke ass fucking libtard fucking democrat fucking scum. Second I hear the word woke I want to claw my eyes out and burn myself alive. "Mommy ewwwww what's coming out of Timmy's nose?".
"Billy those are called democrats....." "disgusting ain't it"

Fucking quitter. Don't be a quitter. Spitters are quitters. Finish what you started

I missed that

Must have been squinting
 
Jesus Lord have mercy save my soul. AIGHT FUCK IT IM GOING BACK INTO THE WOODS. Water FUCKING moccasins had better things to say than these gay woke ass fucking libtard fucking democrat fucking scum. Second I hear the word woke I want to claw my eyes out and burn myself alive. "Mommy ewwwww what's coming out of Timmy's nose?".
"Billy those are called democrats....." "disgusting ain't it"
You sound about as stable as some of those liberal freakouts since the election.

I wonder which one he is most like?
 
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I promise my reply is practical advice. If you are using weed or other chemicals to tolerate the "stress" you live in college and civilian life you will not make the selection process. You will instead end up as a pogue in the rears hating life for your contract and likely worse. The physical demands placed on you will be absolute hardships, the mental demands will break you if you cannot handle what you are doing now with out mind altering substances. Just like my statement is not hostile but honest truth. If my statement offends you, well Buttercup, you'd best mosey on along
I agree 100% and I will make appropriate changes going forward. Appreciate it thanks boss
 
Just come clean and tell us who you really are. It's been fun and all, and Mondays are usually so boring.

But I'm out of guesses. You posted it in the pit, so we know without any other clues that you're not new.
 
Be sure and tell your Army Recruiter about your unique skills with a bow and you want to apply for Rambo Forces. You're that rare individual they're looking for.

He may insist you take a drug test first.


A bit off topic but I was just wondering earlier how many inquiries the Space Force have gotten about open positions for 'Space Shuttle door gunner' from ARF trolls. Imagine the privates assigned to answering the phones looking at each other going "yep, another clown, that's 6 today already and it's only 1100 hours"... Especially during the first month or so of the Space Force's inception... 😂
 
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Well panty-boy, sign on the dotted line and get the fuck to it. I did 27 years in the USAF, not the most physically tough branch for sure. Over a decade was in Combat Comm and years working outside with the Army. Yeah, it sucked and I had to maintain the Army PT standard and learn small unit tactics and bullshit because nobody was going to carry me to the truck if the shit got real. Generally speaking, it was a pretty good time.

The only way to know if your weed smoking, weight-lifting loser ass has what it takes is to man the fuck up and go see a recruiter and sign on the dotted line. 95% chance you will not do it. As far as PT, an SF buddy of mine explained it, "you know that part where you are running and you think your heart is going to explode?" It won't, so you just keep running. Then he prefaced it with, "Usually it won't explode, if it fucking explodes you should have joined the regular infantry."

I used to run three miles a day, sometimes more. With a heart rate monitor. After a couple of miles, I'd increase the pace until my heart rate maxxed out. If you run long enough it stabilizes at a high rate, then you go for another few minutes. With work you can get your heart rate to steady up and then drop quickly when you slow to a trot or walk. Getting your heart rate to drop from the 140's to 70's in two minutes is critical for making accurate shots.

Tell the recruiter your dreams and get the fuck going already. Or keep posting bullshit online and when you are 40 you can see a guy in uniform and tell him how you almost had the balls to join up, but you would have hit the drill instructor or some such garbage.

If nothing else, four glorious years in the military will do you a world of good. You live on your own, buy a worthless motorcycle and then pawn it in 6 weeks, marry a 300 pounder and support her two kids, wake up from a drunk lying in a field or someone's yard and have no idea where you are and a lot of other wonderful experiences you will not get elsewhere.

BTW, if you man up and join, save some fucking money for God's sakes. You have TSP and other programs that allow you to save a portion of your income. If you started out in basic putting 15% in TSP or in an investment account with Fidelity or Edward Jones you would have actual money when you separate from the service. Not being a penniless hobo trying to go to college and learn a trade is nice.

Report back when you get on delayed enlistment.
 
You seem like you have a little Asian in you.

If not, @Blue Sky Country can probably help. You'll probably wake up with a mastery of trigonometry and a 20% increase to your beacon score..
I had Chinese food earlier and haven’t pooped yet. Do you have ESPN or something?
 
You're probably starving already too.
Nah my place ain’t shitty my fry lice had a ton of in house made char sui from real chi-coms. They don’t even use cats and they are very 2a friendly. It’s not unusual for me to have a new rifle on the table they wanted to see.
 
Nah my place ain’t shitty my fry lice had a ton of in house made char sui from real chi-coms. They don’t even use cats and they are very 2a friendly. It’s not unusual for me to have a new rifle on the table they wanted to see.
Yeah, no cats ;)

Sure man.
 
Lmao. I need in before it gets locked. Fning halarious.. Reminds me of

Brings back memories of the threads in early 2ks about mall ninja security guard. Can't remember the damn name of that character.. maybe ghecko45 or something..


Gecko45 and his bro SPECOPS (might be the same person though) GlockTalk just received a sideswipe from that hurricane of hilarity. The HK Forums was where these two made a direct hit. The original HK thread is over 20 pages long.
 
David here: I just want to say to you all that I usually don't think very highly of myself. My entire life I thought I was a mistake and a failure. I guess my life would be best described as a struggle. My girlfriend passed away from natural causes, near death experiences myself, my best friend died on a motorcycle, never met my father, lost everyone I cared about except for my mother and have been alone ever since. etc etc not here for sympathy or trauma dumping. I truly failed everything I tried. I sucked at basketball, math, reading, basically everything. To cope with my lack of academic achievement I would just resort to playing in the woods, because I could teach other kids about various animals and insects I would find. I had finally felt like I had value. I would dedicate countless hours and hours to the "conventional" activities school provided. So many tears were shed. I usually came in last place in anything related to k-12 except triggernometry (sexy inverse secant f(x), Vectors and those "special" angles amirite?)and always had to work much harder than other students. I recently (a few months ago) had a father figure (ex Baltimore fire captain over 20+ yrs service) in my life tell me that I need to stop being so hard on myself and that the negative self talk is stopping me from being great at whatever I plan on doing. He told me to write down on a piece of paper my Skills, talents, and passions and give myself credit because I tell him all the time that I don't think I can do it (join special forces). He said that I need to start thinking highly of myself because if I get discouraged by the daily grind I will never make it through, that positive reinforcement is more powerful than negative self talk. So after long considerate thought, I realized that being a SF sniper is my life's calling. So I said fuck it, I'm going to think highly of myself because if you shoot for the sun you'll hit the moon in the process but if you shoot only for the moon you'll never reach past your highest expectations of yourself.
 
David here: I just want to say to you all that I usually don't think very highly of myself. My entire life I thought I was a mistake and a failure. I guess my life would be best described as a struggle. My girlfriend passed away from natural causes, near death experiences myself, my best friend died on a motorcycle, never met my father, lost everyone I cared about except for my mother and have been alone ever since. etc etc not here for sympathy or trauma dumping. I truly failed everything I tried. I sucked at basketball, math, reading, basically everything. To cope with my lack of academic achievement I would just resort to playing in the woods, because I could teach other kids about various animals and insects I would find. I had finally felt like I had value. I would dedicate countless hours and hours to the "conventional" activities school provided. So many tears were shed. I usually came in last place in anything related to k-12 except triggernometry (sexy inverse secant f(x), Vectors and those "special" angles amirite?)and always had to work much harder than other students. I recently (a few months ago) had a father figure (ex Baltimore fire captain over 20+ yrs service) in my life tell me that I need to stop being so hard on myself and that the negative self talk is stopping me from being great at whatever I plan on doing. He told me to write down on a piece of paper my Skills, talents, and passions and give myself credit because I tell him all the time that I don't think I can do it (join special forces). He said that I need to start thinking highly of myself because if I get discouraged by the daily grind I will never make it through, that positive reinforcement is more powerful than negative self talk. So after long considerate thought, I realized that being a SF sniper is my life's calling. So I said fuck it, I'm going to think highly of myself because if you shoot for the sun you'll hit the moon in the process but if you shoot only for the moon you'll never reach past your highest expectations of yourself.
After that last post it’s a sure thing this thread will never reach legend status. Then again, maybe that will put it over the edge. Or else you’ll end up on every single “ignore” list in the bear pit.
 
David here: I just want to say to you all that I usually don't think very highly of myself. My entire life I thought I was a mistake and a failure. I guess my life would be best described as a struggle. My girlfriend passed away from natural causes, near death experiences myself, my best friend died on a motorcycle, never met my father, lost everyone I cared about except for my mother and have been alone ever since. etc etc not here for sympathy or trauma dumping. I truly failed everything I tried. I sucked at basketball, math, reading, basically everything. To cope with my lack of academic achievement I would just resort to playing in the woods, because I could teach other kids about various animals and insects I would find. I had finally felt like I had value. I would dedicate countless hours and hours to the "conventional" activities school provided. So many tears were shed. I usually came in last place in anything related to k-12 except triggernometry (sexy inverse secant f(x), Vectors and those "special" angles amirite?)and always had to work much harder than other students. I recently (a few months ago) had a father figure (ex Baltimore fire captain over 20+ yrs service) in my life tell me that I need to stop being so hard on myself and that the negative self talk is stopping me from being great at whatever I plan on doing. He told me to write down on a piece of paper my Skills, talents, and passions and give myself credit because I tell him all the time that I don't think I can do it (join special forces). He said that I need to start thinking highly of myself because if I get discouraged by the daily grind I will never make it through, that positive reinforcement is more powerful than negative self talk. So after long considerate thought, I realized that being a SF sniper is my life's calling. So I said fuck it, I'm going to think highly of myself because if you shoot for the sun you'll hit the moon in the process but if you shoot only for the moon you'll never reach past your highest expectations of yourself.
Wait, your girlfriend died of natural causes?

Which one of the fucking golden girls were you dating?
 
David here: I just want to say to you all that I usually don't think very highly of myself. My entire life I thought I was a mistake and a failure. I guess my life would be best described as a struggle. My girlfriend passed away from natural causes, near death experiences myself, my best friend died on a motorcycle, never met my father, lost everyone I cared about except for my mother and have been alone ever since. etc etc not here for sympathy or trauma dumping. I truly failed everything I tried. I sucked at basketball, math, reading, basically everything. To cope with my lack of academic achievement I would just resort to playing in the woods, because I could teach other kids about various animals and insects I would find. I had finally felt like I had value. I would dedicate countless hours and hours to the "conventional" activities school provided. So many tears were shed. I usually came in last place in anything related to k-12 except triggernometry (sexy inverse secant f(x), Vectors and those "special" angles amirite?)and always had to work much harder than other students. I recently (a few months ago) had a father figure (ex Baltimore fire captain over 20+ yrs service) in my life tell me that I need to stop being so hard on myself and that the negative self talk is stopping me from being great at whatever I plan on doing. He told me to write down on a piece of paper my Skills, talents, and passions and give myself credit because I tell him all the time that I don't think I can do it (join special forces). He said that I need to start thinking highly of myself because if I get discouraged by the daily grind I will never make it through, that positive reinforcement is more powerful than negative self talk. So after long considerate thought, I realized that being a SF sniper is my life's calling. So I said fuck it, I'm going to think highly of myself because if you shoot for the sun you'll hit the moon in the process but if you shoot only for the moon you'll never reach past your highest expectations of yourself.
You're smoking weed right now, aren't you?
 
I'm a former Army sniper. Here is what you need to do....

Join the army, take an 11X contract, have a high GT score so they don't send you to the mortars, (that will draw some hate). Go to a unit, speak to the guys in the sniper section, (inside the recon platoon in HHC). You'll know it when you see them, they have the biggest dicks in the Army. Tell them your intentions. Don't tell them any of the bullshit you told us here. They will tell you when they have another selection coming up, or not. Go back to your unit and learn the job. Don't suck. Be a stud, be good at everything. Fight the irresistible urge to buy a V6 Sportscar and marry a stripper. Don't get a DUI. Don't suck. When the opportunity arises to go to their selection, go, and don't suck. Get accepted. Work your ass off, prove you aren't an idiot, and wait for your school slot. Don't suck. Pass sniper school, enjoy the overnight doubling of your penis length and girth. Drink beer and fuck bitches.

Is that you Charlie, can I have an autograph?

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