Sounds easy, like everything does when you haven't done it. 30 rounds. 10 standing at 200, 10 rapid fire prone at 300 and finish with a lousy 10 rounds prone slow fire at 600. Two guys. Add the scores together. No problem
I was paired with Gregg Foster who is the Webster definition of a decent guy. Temple Inland manager from Lufkin or therabouts. Never a discouraging word. Beside us we had some Oklahomans, (Dan Arnold who made the top 20 for the shootoff in the Presidents 100 Monday). On the other side were four US by-God Army drill sergeants from Ft Leonard Wood who were here for the first time with rack M16s. Not nice ones either. The recruits had been swordfighting with them, it looked like. The Sgts were game though, and plunged in shooting very well for new people with light battle-grade rifles. The M16 really IS a miracle, though it never gets respect because it doesn't have a wood stock. The Sgts shot some Xs, even at 600.
I think they were shooting 75 Hornadys.
Mark it: NRA assault rifle rednecks? The people the political elite despise? The first discouraging word I have heard all week was when one of the drill sgts swore. It was the FEMALE Drill sgt, which probably has some lesson buried in the experience. I did notice they started talking more.....correctly...after we all got to chatting. Peer group.
We tried to spoil them with our fancy optics and shooting. Then we hired them at extravagant rates to pull targets.
It was windy this morning and it didn't help our shooting at 200 yards. At 300 we burned it up shooting 99s. Foster and I went to the pits to pull targets with the Drill Sgts and came out to shoot 600. Looked easy, bright, blue-sky day, 72 degrees with the wind down to a few puffs, eagles out over the lake. Turned out those puffs had 3 1/2 to 4 Minutes of wind in them. Pushed me around on an X-ring thick line from the seven ring on one side to the eight ring on the other. 553X9 is our final aggregate score. Oh well.
Shoot better.
Tomorrow is the real reason we came. Team Day. Six of us per team on two teams. The Drill sgts got hired on to pull targets much to their delight (100 bucks each). Its a pretty good teams this year we think. Gotta shoot the team you bring.
We had a team meeting and now are enjoying retail therapy on Commercial Row. I'm blogging from the OTHER computer at Springfield Armory. Before I came in I snagged a free Rock River hot dog. You think that ain't are livin'? You ain't livin' unless you are here in the center of the gun universe this month with God's heavily armed people.
Going to post this and go get another hot dog. They used to come with 1000 hot dogs. This week they brought 4000.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Legging around on Viale Range.
National Trophy Individual Rifle Match today on both ranges, but I'm living my whole life, (in Camp Perry years), on Viale, the 1000 yard range. I have to walk 800 yards to get to the 200 yardline this morning, and was promply sent to the pits with the rest of relay 6 to pull targets.
Brooke someone was in the pits with me. Good guy from Hampton Roads, Va who spent most of his life in Alaska. Lotta hunting stories worth hearing. He raises poultry for a hobby and does IT for a living. Funny. You meet a lot of those kind of Americans on rifle ranges.
Today was the Excellence in Competiton (EIC/LEG) match. Lots of folks shooting for points toward their Distinguished Rifleman Badge. I'm badge number 1639, so my adrenaline level was what it usually is when I have to shoot standing in a gusty wind. At 200 yards. At a little black circle with X, 10 and 9 rings on it.
Billy Atkins came by to chat for a bit. Famous Georgia Rifle coach. His two boys, Daniel and CJ were on the range somewhere. Great folks. Billy about shooting standing in the wind: "Forget about the wind and just shoot."
93 standing with some Xs, cleaned sitting rapid with 100X1, 98X3 at 300 prone rapid. By the time we got to 600 the wind had come around and up to about 5 1/2 minutes of wind in hazy conditions. I lost a lot to elevation in the light and haze and hung out upwind most of my string.
Tough shooting for a 186X3. Finished at 477X9, which is neither good nor bad. On the bubble going both ways.
When you put 5 3/4s MOA of windage on your rear sight...it's WAY over to the side. This ain't the wind tunnel at Panola.
Betsy shot well and the ammo load seems to be right.
Scored at 300 and 600 for the rest of the folks on the firing point. Heather Banning, a Navy linguist, (arabic), Edwin Torres, another Distinguished Rifle. Wallace McDaniel who is always good for a story or three was close. Evan Hess was two points down. His wife Amy is up for the week. First trip away from their daughter Emma who is being passed among the grandparents back in Texas. Justin Utley was up the line a bit. He and Hess shot 484s, a decent score.
Rodreigez Range finished about an hour before Viale. Happens all the time. Viale time just runs slower and by the end of the day they are long gone and you are still shooting.
Stashed my cart in the trailer where Rick Crawford and Dick Curry were totalling up the scores. A wingnut is holding my cart frame together. No problems today.
Sitting in Springfield Armory on Commercial Row. Had to run some junior playing games off the computer. Texans and others are coming and going for the free gatorade and popcorn. I hope to have a Rock River free hotdog in a minute. If the whole world could be Camp Perry, peace and love would reign forever and ever.
Texas team is having a splendid time.
Tomorrow Gregg Foster and I are shooting the Hearst Doubles. On Viale.
Brooke someone was in the pits with me. Good guy from Hampton Roads, Va who spent most of his life in Alaska. Lotta hunting stories worth hearing. He raises poultry for a hobby and does IT for a living. Funny. You meet a lot of those kind of Americans on rifle ranges.
Today was the Excellence in Competiton (EIC/LEG) match. Lots of folks shooting for points toward their Distinguished Rifleman Badge. I'm badge number 1639, so my adrenaline level was what it usually is when I have to shoot standing in a gusty wind. At 200 yards. At a little black circle with X, 10 and 9 rings on it.
Billy Atkins came by to chat for a bit. Famous Georgia Rifle coach. His two boys, Daniel and CJ were on the range somewhere. Great folks. Billy about shooting standing in the wind: "Forget about the wind and just shoot."
93 standing with some Xs, cleaned sitting rapid with 100X1, 98X3 at 300 prone rapid. By the time we got to 600 the wind had come around and up to about 5 1/2 minutes of wind in hazy conditions. I lost a lot to elevation in the light and haze and hung out upwind most of my string.
Tough shooting for a 186X3. Finished at 477X9, which is neither good nor bad. On the bubble going both ways.
When you put 5 3/4s MOA of windage on your rear sight...it's WAY over to the side. This ain't the wind tunnel at Panola.
Betsy shot well and the ammo load seems to be right.
Scored at 300 and 600 for the rest of the folks on the firing point. Heather Banning, a Navy linguist, (arabic), Edwin Torres, another Distinguished Rifle. Wallace McDaniel who is always good for a story or three was close. Evan Hess was two points down. His wife Amy is up for the week. First trip away from their daughter Emma who is being passed among the grandparents back in Texas. Justin Utley was up the line a bit. He and Hess shot 484s, a decent score.
Rodreigez Range finished about an hour before Viale. Happens all the time. Viale time just runs slower and by the end of the day they are long gone and you are still shooting.
Stashed my cart in the trailer where Rick Crawford and Dick Curry were totalling up the scores. A wingnut is holding my cart frame together. No problems today.
Sitting in Springfield Armory on Commercial Row. Had to run some junior playing games off the computer. Texans and others are coming and going for the free gatorade and popcorn. I hope to have a Rock River free hotdog in a minute. If the whole world could be Camp Perry, peace and love would reign forever and ever.
Texas team is having a splendid time.
Tomorrow Gregg Foster and I are shooting the Hearst Doubles. On Viale.
Monday, August 3, 2009
God's People
Couple of thousand assault rifle shooters on the two ranges at Camp Perry today. Windy, but a wonderful day. God's people.
The oldest of God's people, according to Sommer Wood, (a college student and CMP photographer), is 85. The youngest is good-looking, tall, 12-year-old Allison Otto on the Virginia Junior Team. Sommer, the photographer and art student seems like a smart and quick young lady and Allison must be capable enough or they wouldn't have brought her. The 85 year old guy? Who wants to talk to him?
Wood is a Florida student. She's been working for the CMP all summer coaching air rifle clinics. She had a Nikon digital and a Seagull twin lens reflex film camera. I said she seemed smart.
I was on Viale Range with lots of company. Texas connections all over through folks who have lived there, shot there or blame us for something. Saw Dave Watters, the first, (we think) Austrailian Distinguished Rifle. He legged out at Camp Swift. If Obama wants to rid our great nation of this terrible scourge of gun nuts, just let Texas secede.
Please.
The top 20 shooters in the President's 100 get into a 10 shot 600 yard shootoff to determine the winner. We don't have a shooter this year. I'm sure they are getting ready to shoot about now.
I was in the pits twice, once with Terri Chubb, a trama surgery nurse from Instapundit company, (Knoxville, Tenn) and then with Brandon Buz*****something, a young junior from Illinois. Terris is married to John Chubb, the famous highpower shooter who actually won the Presidents 100 once and Brandon is a kid who says "HUH?" to any comment or question. I enjoyed both equally and a lot.
Chubb is a conservative kind of nurse from Knoxville, but had never heard of Glenn Reynolds and Instapundit. Or SayUncle. Needs to get out more.
Long day on the range. I only shot well for 70 seconds when I cleaned the 300 yard target with a 100X2. Otherwise, I got worked. The Presidents 100 is granted to the top 100 scores of the match. I'll be sitting and applauding them.
The team has a trailer on the edge of the gravelled parking lot. That's where all the carts and scopes go at night. I just reloaded my mags and stashed my stuff. Oklahoma coach Gary Stephens gave me a beer out of sympathy and I headed for Commercial row and this computer.
Just gave 100 bucks to an Illinois Junior to go get change so I could buy a lottery ticket for five bucks. That's where I am. Heaven. Let a kid walk off with 100 bucks with the absolute certainty that he is coming back. I didn't even look up. Camp Perry is paradise, full of God's heavily armed people.
Opened up my rain gear sack to wrap up my cart and found 5 CMP pens I stole last year and forgot about. Reminds me: Steal Pens.
When the wheels come off they really come off. My cart threw a nut on the long roll off Viale Range and started disassembling itself. Might be a sign from God to his children, but I'm going to burn the ammo anyway.
The oldest of God's people, according to Sommer Wood, (a college student and CMP photographer), is 85. The youngest is good-looking, tall, 12-year-old Allison Otto on the Virginia Junior Team. Sommer, the photographer and art student seems like a smart and quick young lady and Allison must be capable enough or they wouldn't have brought her. The 85 year old guy? Who wants to talk to him?
Wood is a Florida student. She's been working for the CMP all summer coaching air rifle clinics. She had a Nikon digital and a Seagull twin lens reflex film camera. I said she seemed smart.
I was on Viale Range with lots of company. Texas connections all over through folks who have lived there, shot there or blame us for something. Saw Dave Watters, the first, (we think) Austrailian Distinguished Rifle. He legged out at Camp Swift. If Obama wants to rid our great nation of this terrible scourge of gun nuts, just let Texas secede.
Please.
The top 20 shooters in the President's 100 get into a 10 shot 600 yard shootoff to determine the winner. We don't have a shooter this year. I'm sure they are getting ready to shoot about now.
I was in the pits twice, once with Terri Chubb, a trama surgery nurse from Instapundit company, (Knoxville, Tenn) and then with Brandon Buz*****something, a young junior from Illinois. Terris is married to John Chubb, the famous highpower shooter who actually won the Presidents 100 once and Brandon is a kid who says "HUH?" to any comment or question. I enjoyed both equally and a lot.
Chubb is a conservative kind of nurse from Knoxville, but had never heard of Glenn Reynolds and Instapundit. Or SayUncle. Needs to get out more.
Long day on the range. I only shot well for 70 seconds when I cleaned the 300 yard target with a 100X2. Otherwise, I got worked. The Presidents 100 is granted to the top 100 scores of the match. I'll be sitting and applauding them.
The team has a trailer on the edge of the gravelled parking lot. That's where all the carts and scopes go at night. I just reloaded my mags and stashed my stuff. Oklahoma coach Gary Stephens gave me a beer out of sympathy and I headed for Commercial row and this computer.
Just gave 100 bucks to an Illinois Junior to go get change so I could buy a lottery ticket for five bucks. That's where I am. Heaven. Let a kid walk off with 100 bucks with the absolute certainty that he is coming back. I didn't even look up. Camp Perry is paradise, full of God's heavily armed people.
Opened up my rain gear sack to wrap up my cart and found 5 CMP pens I stole last year and forgot about. Reminds me: Steal Pens.
When the wheels come off they really come off. My cart threw a nut on the long roll off Viale Range and started disassembling itself. Might be a sign from God to his children, but I'm going to burn the ammo anyway.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Finally, shooting, but not real shooting.
Squadded practice today. It didn't break 80 degrees (dude!) but it was a bit windy. Takes all day to shoot the practice. First the Marine clinic is overtime getting finished and off the range in front of us, then the range folks are learning their jobs. Supposed to start at 11:00. First round went off after 12:20. I'm back now, but the last relay is still firing. Rick is watching Katie and Gregg and Carl is hanging with them. Justin and Clay in the pits.
Just takes time. Someone ran over a Canada Goose carcass with the mower and blew feathers all over Rodriegez. Something I don't see every day. Plus Eagles turning far out over the lake beyond the targets.
Camp Perry has a constant tug of gotta, gotta, gotta. We gotta get squadding tickets. We gotta get breakfast. We gotta move gear. We gotta have a team meeting. We gotta get to commercial row. We gotta get to dinner. We gotta look at Garands at the CMP store. I gotta buy stuff for folks who call with shopping requests. Meanwhile, of course, you have to SHOOT. That just means watching the front sight and pressing the trigger straight back. I had a new load at 600 to find the zero on, then an attack of salty eyes at 200, plus wind, wind, wind. Blowing the bullets around and blowing me around while I shot standing.
Gotta remember to breathe deep.
Wallace, Rick, Keith, Katie Foster. Gregg. Dave Guthrie. Great folks to be on the range with plus we met people. Gun people. Rick got recognized off a Blackfork6 Channel Video and I got my first groupies. Unfortunately, they were 55 year old men from Kansas. That's the breaks.
I gotta get a wedge for my AR lower and remember my bandanas for eye wipes.
Gotta gotta gotta. And I gotta go. Springfield Armory is trying to close.
Just takes time. Someone ran over a Canada Goose carcass with the mower and blew feathers all over Rodriegez. Something I don't see every day. Plus Eagles turning far out over the lake beyond the targets.
Camp Perry has a constant tug of gotta, gotta, gotta. We gotta get squadding tickets. We gotta get breakfast. We gotta move gear. We gotta have a team meeting. We gotta get to commercial row. We gotta get to dinner. We gotta look at Garands at the CMP store. I gotta buy stuff for folks who call with shopping requests. Meanwhile, of course, you have to SHOOT. That just means watching the front sight and pressing the trigger straight back. I had a new load at 600 to find the zero on, then an attack of salty eyes at 200, plus wind, wind, wind. Blowing the bullets around and blowing me around while I shot standing.
Gotta remember to breathe deep.
Wallace, Rick, Keith, Katie Foster. Gregg. Dave Guthrie. Great folks to be on the range with plus we met people. Gun people. Rick got recognized off a Blackfork6 Channel Video and I got my first groupies. Unfortunately, they were 55 year old men from Kansas. That's the breaks.
I gotta get a wedge for my AR lower and remember my bandanas for eye wipes.
Gotta gotta gotta. And I gotta go. Springfield Armory is trying to close.
Day Three: Roommates that don't snore
I've got Jeff Lin, the heart surgeon. As anyone knows, heart surgeons are without flaw. He didn't make any more noise than a vampire in a gold coffin so I didn't bat an eye until Rick turned on the light at 6:30.
Today is a practice day. We are set for squadded practice on Rodreigez range as soon as the Marine junior clinic finishes. We had time so we walked over to commercial row.
Weighed triggers this morning. Last night everything passed during a big session at Mar-Lu. This morning at the CMP trailer, nothing passed the 4 1/2 lb weight test. We walked next door to the National Guard trailer and, mysteriously, their weights worked. My Springfield 1903 doesn't pass yet but I have a spare rough sear stuffed in the buttstock cleaning kit hole. It will.
Raining this morning, now perfect weather. Feels like air conditioning out there. I wouldn't want to be here in February but it's awfully nice now.
Team sorting out. Shaking out equipment, moving in. All the usual routine. Not a knothead in amongst the exas Team. Everyone happy to be here, heavily armed.
My cart, two rifles, scope, food, water, jacket, et all parked under the maples at the back of Rodreigez. Safer than in my yard at home. Folks walking around with assault rifles slung. Juniors shooting at 600 yards right now. On my cart I have about 200+ rounds of carefully made match ammo. Still waiting for the shootouts to start and the blood to start flowing. Gotta happen, right? NRA, assault rifles, away from home, kids with guns..........
Crickets from the anti-gunners. Doesn't fit the narrative.
Today is a practice day. We are set for squadded practice on Rodreigez range as soon as the Marine junior clinic finishes. We had time so we walked over to commercial row.
Weighed triggers this morning. Last night everything passed during a big session at Mar-Lu. This morning at the CMP trailer, nothing passed the 4 1/2 lb weight test. We walked next door to the National Guard trailer and, mysteriously, their weights worked. My Springfield 1903 doesn't pass yet but I have a spare rough sear stuffed in the buttstock cleaning kit hole. It will.
Raining this morning, now perfect weather. Feels like air conditioning out there. I wouldn't want to be here in February but it's awfully nice now.
Team sorting out. Shaking out equipment, moving in. All the usual routine. Not a knothead in amongst the exas Team. Everyone happy to be here, heavily armed.
My cart, two rifles, scope, food, water, jacket, et all parked under the maples at the back of Rodreigez. Safer than in my yard at home. Folks walking around with assault rifles slung. Juniors shooting at 600 yards right now. On my cart I have about 200+ rounds of carefully made match ammo. Still waiting for the shootouts to start and the blood to start flowing. Gotta happen, right? NRA, assault rifles, away from home, kids with guns..........
Crickets from the anti-gunners. Doesn't fit the narrative.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Day Two: Texans munching on free popcorn.
I'm on Commercial Row at Camp Perry in Springfield Armory and that's what I see. Drive all the way to Ohio for the freebies. Except for the pen I just stole from Rock River, that's the first freebie of the trip.
We're here: inprocessed, as they say. I have a nametag on my hat and scorecards in the truck.
Most of today, now feeling like a past life, was spent at the Air Force Museum in Dayton. I didn't make it out of Early Aviation and WWII. I refused to hurry so I'm still 70 years behind. I did get to look over a AKM Zero, a P38 Lightning and one of the great planes of the war, the FW 190. P51, P40, B17, B29, Thunderbolt...all there as well. I didn't carry a camera or keep my head down reading the signage. I looked at the planes. Kind of spoils you for what looked like a great gift shop.....I don't want a model...I'd rather fly the planes.
Ohio looks the same, but more empty storefronts. Got that feeling of the Obama years coming on. There was a barn with his name and logo painted on it along the highway....surrounded by collapsed buildings, rubble, trash.
He is the hippest president. That must be the solace.
No powder or primers on Commercial Row. Varget overpriced by the pound. Expensive bullets that make you pick up the box and whistle at the price. Blem Rock River Stripped AR lowers.....but only FFLs or Ohio residents can buy them. That's new and troublesome.
I'm going to go get some more pens. Good government is closing in.
Glad to be here, (or anywhere). Squadded practice tomorrow.
Gotta go, dinner calling.
We're here: inprocessed, as they say. I have a nametag on my hat and scorecards in the truck.
Most of today, now feeling like a past life, was spent at the Air Force Museum in Dayton. I didn't make it out of Early Aviation and WWII. I refused to hurry so I'm still 70 years behind. I did get to look over a AKM Zero, a P38 Lightning and one of the great planes of the war, the FW 190. P51, P40, B17, B29, Thunderbolt...all there as well. I didn't carry a camera or keep my head down reading the signage. I looked at the planes. Kind of spoils you for what looked like a great gift shop.....I don't want a model...I'd rather fly the planes.
Ohio looks the same, but more empty storefronts. Got that feeling of the Obama years coming on. There was a barn with his name and logo painted on it along the highway....surrounded by collapsed buildings, rubble, trash.
He is the hippest president. That must be the solace.
No powder or primers on Commercial Row. Varget overpriced by the pound. Expensive bullets that make you pick up the box and whistle at the price. Blem Rock River Stripped AR lowers.....but only FFLs or Ohio residents can buy them. That's new and troublesome.
I'm going to go get some more pens. Good government is closing in.
Glad to be here, (or anywhere). Squadded practice tomorrow.
Gotta go, dinner calling.
National Matches: Day One
In the lobby at Shepardsville, KY Best Western. Smells like cigarettes from the lounge with room service folks standing around discussing their various blood disorders.
Love travelling. You forget about one set of troubles and start worrying about an entirely new set.
We came across the flats of Arkansas and then up the Western Kentucky Parkway last night. You always feel like a trip is rolling when the time changes. Now on Eastern time. It's coolish. The light is beginning to take on a different slant.
Four vehicles with nine folks. Thirty rifles at least. Enough ammo to hold the Alamo for a month. Up early for the free breakfast and then on to the Air Force Museum at Dayton, so we can call ourselves educated people. (There is a FW190 I want to look over carefully, plus a P38.) Probably get to Camp Perry by late afternoon when Operation Steal CMP Pens will commence. My pen stash from last trip held up pretty well, but its a system you have to work every year.
Watching the scenery roll by as Rick always drives the whole way. We had the most talkative new guy along in our back seat but we gave him one of those rawhide chew toys and he was quiet most of the trip. Cell phones and radios trilling and crackling along. Connected world. In a few minutes we are going to commence moving the rifles back out to the trucks and hit the dusty trail.
This is a great country and you can tell it when you drive the highways across the middle. Mississippi was flowing. Crops growing. Interstate and parkways full of folks going places. Very safe. We had an hour diesel problem in Kentucky but when the tools and expertise came out I knew it wouldn't last long. It didn't.
Newspapers have obviously lost steam in the last year. I'm buying every one at the gas stops. They are thinner with more local stories. Everyone in the damn country is fretting over idiotic governance at all levels.
Love travelling. You forget about one set of troubles and start worrying about an entirely new set.
We came across the flats of Arkansas and then up the Western Kentucky Parkway last night. You always feel like a trip is rolling when the time changes. Now on Eastern time. It's coolish. The light is beginning to take on a different slant.
Four vehicles with nine folks. Thirty rifles at least. Enough ammo to hold the Alamo for a month. Up early for the free breakfast and then on to the Air Force Museum at Dayton, so we can call ourselves educated people. (There is a FW190 I want to look over carefully, plus a P38.) Probably get to Camp Perry by late afternoon when Operation Steal CMP Pens will commence. My pen stash from last trip held up pretty well, but its a system you have to work every year.
Watching the scenery roll by as Rick always drives the whole way. We had the most talkative new guy along in our back seat but we gave him one of those rawhide chew toys and he was quiet most of the trip. Cell phones and radios trilling and crackling along. Connected world. In a few minutes we are going to commence moving the rifles back out to the trucks and hit the dusty trail.
This is a great country and you can tell it when you drive the highways across the middle. Mississippi was flowing. Crops growing. Interstate and parkways full of folks going places. Very safe. We had an hour diesel problem in Kentucky but when the tools and expertise came out I knew it wouldn't last long. It didn't.
Newspapers have obviously lost steam in the last year. I'm buying every one at the gas stops. They are thinner with more local stories. Everyone in the damn country is fretting over idiotic governance at all levels.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Packing it up
The yard is mowed within an inch of it's life and the mower and gas can put away. I walked around the yard and clipped back some ivy and wisteria that I make constant war on...that no one ever notices. I paid some bills at the studio.
Rifles are cleaned, oiled, sights set. Boxes and boxes of ammo. I'm sorting through undermawears looking for holy sets to leave behind. Leaving tomorrow at the crack of dawn for Camp Perry.
The ARs are in Eagle Industries cases ready to go. The Springfield, Garand and K31 are in gun socks zipped up in a big soft case. Taking five rifles for various matches. Going to use an M1A belonging to someone else for the Springfield Armory M1A match. That makes six. Will share my K31 around and probably the Garand.
I'm rifle rich, but they are all just passing through my hands. Its quite an honor to have them lubed and cleaned and stacked by the door ready to travel. Got a couple rifles loaned out to Breda and Mike that are already in Ohio. Probably shouldn't loan rifles to Yankees without making them sign some kind of non-aggression agreement against their fellow states but...missed my chance. They are going to come over and Mike is going to shoot Garands with us.
Ready to go. Just picking. There's always the slight surprise to live another year and be able to go to Camp Perry with heavily armed Texans, but here we are. This is my eighth trip. Be gone a couple weeks. Blogging from commercial row.
Tyler to host Texas Bigfoot Conference
When the Democrats take our firearms away, we will have to amuse ourselves with things like this. Unless the civil right to assemble and petition about sasquatch is also outlawed.
I need to do a compilation of my bigfoot photos from the Daily Deercam. I get Bigfoot about once every couple of months. Usually just delete them since nobody would believe it. I could make a million!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
TSRA 2010 Calendar Photoshoot Video up.
I ought to do more of this kind of stuff. Scenes from shooting the calendar firearms at the Texas A & M Sanders Corps of Cadets Center using guns from the Metzger Historic Firearms Collection.
I managed to sequence the photos this year and control the photo process. Probably won't get that chance again, but very happy to do it this once.
My beloved LeMats didn't make the cut.
Lisa Kalmus was a superb host. The Good Doctor Sneed assisted. It's at the printer. Hope I gave proper representation to the firearms and TSRA for 2010. Sneed and I had a blast handling the weapons.
Update: Calendar at the printer.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Gun Nuts Radio in a couple hours.
Gun nuts tonight. I'm going to be on during one of the segments to talk about Camp Perry.
Just in from shooting 50 rounds standing. 20 with the AR and ten each with the K31, Springfield 1903 and the Garand.
Lovely rifles to shoot standing. Shot first with the AR, then the other three rifles, then one more ten string with the AR. Shooting match loads with the rifle I will use. 99X3 and 98X4 with the AR offhand at 200. Somehow I was relaxing my front arm in a different way. Very steady. Easy to shoot 'em in there.
Hope to shoot well at Perry.
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