Sunday, October 25, 2009

Ugly Gun Sunday



Another Krylon Commando special. This one was a Turkish Mauser at one time. As the author of the webpage I found this on states, many people feel that "thousands going for $39 and up. With prices like these, even if the gun dies during surgery, who cares?" I bet people used to say that about well-used but original Ford Model Ts back in the day, before buying them for their kid to chop into a piece of crap jalopy for high school. Those aren't to0 common anymore, and original Mausers won't be for much longer either. Pity.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Ugly Gun Sunday


Last week, we saw a high-quality Bubba'd Mosin rifle made into pistol. Although the collector in me hates to see non-standard permanent mods to an issue rifle, I thought the execution of the concept was very well done.

That's not the case this week.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Ibuprofen: It's What's For Dinner


Time: the more you have of it over your life, the less it takes to start stiffening up after the APFT, and a damn sight more to stop hurting. I hate you, young people.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Another Day........



gone. I'd write more, but it would be irritated, self-pitying drivel, so screw that. Going to bed so I can go through the annual Army-mandated physical fitness test tomorrow AM. I'll be studying with a six-pack tomorrow evening, I think.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Ugly Gun Sunday



As I've out with one of the Mosins lately, here's a little gun butchery along those lines.

What do you think the recoil would be on one of these?

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Mosins N' Carhartts




Actually made it out to the range for the first time in months, which is way too long. And instead of being 28 degrees, it was a balmy 42, with a 10mph wind out of the very flat, unobstructed west. Anticipating this, I decided to take my snowblowing gear, which is a set of lined Carhartt bibs and jacket.

Getting to the range, I was a little suprised there was anyone else there, but there was one pistol shooter with his very supportive wife/girlfriend/something, who looked decidedly cold. Shortly after this, another two pistol shooters showed up, one of them shooting in jeans and a t-shirt. I love shooting, but not enough to freeze my ass off for a fifty round plinking session. Then again, he was probably wondering why some guy was shooting an antique dressed like a construction worker in January. Hey, at least I was comfortable, even lying on the ground for an hour of prone unsupported at 200 yards.

Some realizations from this session:

I can shoot my Model 1891 Mosin made in 1916 more accurately at 200 yards than I can shoot my AR, which also went along today;

With the right weather and a good tin roof overhead, the 7.62 x 54R makes a beautiful rolling boom that really stands out on the range;

My AR fires Brown Bear 62 grain softpoints without a hiccup;

Two years of no shooting past 50 yards takes a noticeable toll on my skills;

Carhartts are a great product;

I may start doing some winter shooting if I can be as comfortable as I was today.

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Gore Effect


I was planning on setting aside some time to work with my AR tomorrow morning.........

but it's supposed to be about 28 degrees.

I actually have worked with M16A2s in in sub-zero temperatures. Wisconsin in February is a suck-ass place to have three days of range time. Although it was interesting watching the Colorado Guard try to shoot under those conditions with nothing but M-65 field jackets and leather glove shells for hand protection. Anyhoo, 16/ARs need extra attention when the temperature drops below freezing. Maybe things are different with the A4s and civilian models these days, but somehow I doubt it. So, if I'm willing to submit my arthritic carcass to a little cold (and in Iowa, 28 degrees is just a taste of what's to come), what would be a little easier to work with?

Why, a Mosin-Nagant 91 modified by the Finns, I suppose. Reliable and proven in winter conditions far worse than what I'll see tomorrow, and with far more thumpy goodness than my poodle shooter.

Plus, I'll bet I have the range to myself.