Thursday, August 30, 2007
Range Report
Just because we haven't been blogging doesn't mean we haven't been shooting or scoring.
We got out this afternoon in anticipation of the Whittington thing. We brought 3 rifles, but ended up only shooting the M-40. We ran handloaded match 168 grain and 175 grain (both Sierra.) Both were flawless. Based on advice I've received lately, the 175 is better for long distance. My experience today did not back that theory.
In addition, we shot Aussie, South African, and Lake City rounds (all 147 grain.) The Aussie did great, as it has consistently shown in both bolts and sem-autos. The SA seemed to be a little hotter, but wouldn't extract. Lake City was acceptable, but nowhere near where the Aussie was.
All were accurate, but that's not a reflection on the cartridge; more the gun.
I've broken down and started loading for a single gun. I like chamber-blown Federal Gold Match and then I can load it for the rifle in question.
The Creedmoor spotting stand is something I should have bought years ago. It is stable and has adjustment knobs you won't find on standard tripods.
More to follow.
We got out this afternoon in anticipation of the Whittington thing. We brought 3 rifles, but ended up only shooting the M-40. We ran handloaded match 168 grain and 175 grain (both Sierra.) Both were flawless. Based on advice I've received lately, the 175 is better for long distance. My experience today did not back that theory.
In addition, we shot Aussie, South African, and Lake City rounds (all 147 grain.) The Aussie did great, as it has consistently shown in both bolts and sem-autos. The SA seemed to be a little hotter, but wouldn't extract. Lake City was acceptable, but nowhere near where the Aussie was.
All were accurate, but that's not a reflection on the cartridge; more the gun.
I've broken down and started loading for a single gun. I like chamber-blown Federal Gold Match and then I can load it for the rifle in question.
The Creedmoor spotting stand is something I should have bought years ago. It is stable and has adjustment knobs you won't find on standard tripods.
More to follow.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Whittington & Creedmoor
We missed Boomershoot this year. It's a really long drive and we did it straight through last year. New Mexico to Idaho is about 1,000 miles flat and the Old Man can't sleep in a moving vehicle.
As such, we missed vacation this year. In lieu of that, we've scheduled 3 days at Whittington. Ironically, this incredible site is a mere 2 1/2 hours away from where I live and I've never spent the effort to go there.
We're doing a customized class, instructed by this gentleman. We're doing three days (the Old Man, my brother, and me.) First two will be a practical pistol course and the the third is "long range precision target shooting", or something else I might call it.
Given the occasion, and what I learned at Boomershoot last year, we realized that the spotting scope stand we are currently using is largely useless in the Southwest.
Thus, I actually forked out some cash and got a Creedmoor stand (ala, the God Scope, for those who know.)
Whittington reports should follow regularly, as I seem to be out my, what Porta's Cat calls, "I don't want to blog, so kiss my ass." phase I seemed to be going through.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
.45 Bullet Shortage
There seems to be an extreme shortage of .45 bullet availability. Midway has zero FMJ bullets. Every other outlet I've checked is out as well. One can't blame this on the war or law enforcement, as that seems to be entirely 9mm.
So where the fuck is all this .45 going?
So where the fuck is all this .45 going?
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Merv Griffin & Dairy Products Gone Bad
MAJOR UPDATE: First post in a month and I completely fucked up the facts. Ed McMahon was the asshole with the dead moldy dog. Apologies. The comic is still cool, though.
With apologies to Deb, I've been on a bit of a hiatus. Call it dog days of summer or whatnot, but I just haven't been that interested in writing. Shooting-wise there is a buttload of shit I could be blabbing about. Just haven't been in the mood.
In any case, the passing of Merv Griffin made me wistful. I'm an insurance adjuster and he was the first front page motherfucker that sued an insurance company over a mold claim. Mold killed his dog. KILLED HIS DOG.
Then I got a bit more remiscent and remembered one of my favorite underground comics of all time:
With apologies to Deb, I've been on a bit of a hiatus. Call it dog days of summer or whatnot, but I just haven't been that interested in writing. Shooting-wise there is a buttload of shit I could be blabbing about. Just haven't been in the mood.
In any case, the passing of Merv Griffin made me wistful. I'm an insurance adjuster and he was the first front page motherfucker that sued an insurance company over a mold claim. Mold killed his dog. KILLED HIS DOG.
Then I got a bit more remiscent and remembered one of my favorite underground comics of all time:
