Gee. Twist my arm.
We started out wish some South African action, courtesy of my Uzi.
Then something a bit more sedate: pistols. D. had a sweet 1911A1 custom job that he uses for PPC matches. Just put the sights on the target and think the word "pull" and it sends rounds downrange quite consistently. Shame on me, but I didn't get a picture of that fine, fine pistol.
I just brought out these old Smith and Wessons.
They shot flawlessly. Me, not so much. I put pretty much every round on my paper plates at 25 yards, but the grouping was nothing to brag about. More practice needed!
Then it was rifle time. The 100-yard line was occupied so we went down to the 400 yard line and set up. I let D. run the targets down while I watched the rifles.
Little to no wear at all in here:
We shot the Garand at 400 yards first. Both of us did fairly well, hitting high but on with the first clips, then after a target check and sight adjustment, we both were on target. Neither of us really distinguished ourselves, but had the targets been actual bad guys, they'd have at east been stopped.
Then we shot the Enfield. The sights and trigger were a bit cruder than the Garand's was, and as it turned out, we both put our rounds low but right on windage-wise. We were using the 300M aperture, and I suspect that the 600M peep would have put the rounds right on. I'll take it out again next time to see.
Rounds dispensed with, we adjourned to PH's house for lunch and beer.
And don't forget, shooters--Charity blogshoot here on Saturday, Sept. 14th. Lots of regulars will be there, including Proud Hillbilly, Keads, Aaron of The Shekel, and many others. Bring your favorite firearms, because we'll have a range all to ourselves this time out to 100 yards.