I do love New Orleans--I really do. But sometimes I just have to take a break and escape back to real America for a few hours.
Time to go shoot things.
I started out with some more trap shooting...and decided that I need much more practice, so this is going to be a regular part of my range trips from now on.
Then it was rifle time.
I broke out a Finnish M39 Mosin Nagant that I acquired a few years ago but haven't done much with.
Apparently it still loves me though, because the first round fired rang the 8" steel gong at 100 yards, and 36 of the next 39 rounds fired did the same. (And the three misses were entirely my fault.) Nothing makes for a nice day like lying on your shooting mat, establishing natural point of aim, and just working over a piece of steel a football field's length away. This rifle was originally built in Russia in 1896, but the Finns acquired it and rebuilt it in 1941 to it's present state--a shooting work of art. This rifle has the chops for a foreign rifle match at the CMP Games or use in the coming civil war that Hillary Clinton can be expected to kick off after she and her media lapdogs steal this coming election.
But enough about that.
It was a great day out. Getting back out to America is always nice.
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Thursday, June 23, 2011
Shooting the Old and the New(ish)
Range time again today.
This time I reached deep into the gun safe and found this nice Finnish M-39 Mosin rifle.
This beauty, chambered for the 7.62x54R (rimmed) cartridge, was a re-work of an older Russian Model 1891 Mosin Nagant that, according to the date on it's receiver tang, was originally made in Russia in 1896. Somewhere along the line, the Finns acquired it, either through purchase or capture during the Winter War with Russia (1939-1940) and it was rebuilt in 1941 at the VKT arsenal, which is known today as the Valmet arms factory. All of that information can be ascertained from it's new barrel markings here:
Top to bottom: SA = Army Acceptance stamp. VKT = manufacturer. D = barrel reamed for Finnish D166 cartridge. Serial number. 1941 = Date of Manufacture.
Most of the Russian Mosin rifles are and always have been garbage. They were knocked together for illiterate conscript peasants and weren't capable of very good accuracy even if properly cared for, which most of them subsequently were not. But these Finn reworks...works of art. Excellent barrels, adjustable sights front and rear, well-fitted and robust stocks, and trigger jobs that are a dream compared to most military surplus rifles make these some of the best-shooting surplus rifles out there today. And this one lost no time in reaffirming that for me.
Someone had thoughtfully left a clean target at 100M with one of those nice Birchwood-Casey 8" "Shoot-n-C" reactive decals on it and this rifle put ten for ten on that disc without me even trying. I also had a silhouette target back at 200 yards and put the last 30 rounds in the chest area of that target, it's smooth trigger and large adjustable sights making it such a pleasant rifle to shoot.
Now a word about range etiquette.
During our first mutually-agreed cease fire period to allow shooters to check or change targets, a new club member showed up. He actually got out of his car and walked over with his gear just as we put the "no shoot" light on and people began going downrange. I notice that he had his targets in his hand, but rather than immediately put one on a target backer and take it downrange, he set it down and just commenced to dithering with the rest of his crap. He made no effort at all to go put his target up while the range was cold and everyone else was tending to their targets (except me, because I'd already put my targets out and was checking them via a spotting scope), and he continued to fuddle around even after I tactfully suggested that he go put a target up. Naturally, when the others came back up and made ready to shoot again, the first words out of his mouth were: "Hey, do you all mind if I go put MY target up?" Another five minutes stolen from each and every other shooter on the line because Mr. Thoughtless couldn't be rushed to take his target down when everyone else was doing it.
And then it seemed that he didn't want to actually shoot--he just wanted to talk to the guy sitting next to him. The light went off, the range went hot, and curse my electronic earmuffs, but all I could hear was this joker sitting down at his slot talking about hunts that he's been on and rifles that his son has.
To quote Tuco: "If you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk."
I finished my rounds there and moved over to the pistol range, swapping out my vintage classic for an Austrian classic that's just as effective if a whole lot less aesthetically appealing: The Glock 23 in .40 Smith and Wesson.
This particular Glock was a law school graduation present from myself that I'd bought down in New Orleans. It's a great shooter--it's just ugly. But I burned another bag of ammo through it practicing my shooting while moving, reload drills, and single-hand shooting with both dominant and support hand. When's the last time you shot with your left hand alone if you're right handed or with your right if you're a lefty? These emergency skills don't develop automatically, you know. Train, train, train!
All fun, and good practice. And now I'm back at the Lair with Murphy, getting ready to grill us a steak.
This time I reached deep into the gun safe and found this nice Finnish M-39 Mosin rifle.
Most of the Russian Mosin rifles are and always have been garbage. They were knocked together for illiterate conscript peasants and weren't capable of very good accuracy even if properly cared for, which most of them subsequently were not. But these Finn reworks...works of art. Excellent barrels, adjustable sights front and rear, well-fitted and robust stocks, and trigger jobs that are a dream compared to most military surplus rifles make these some of the best-shooting surplus rifles out there today. And this one lost no time in reaffirming that for me.
Someone had thoughtfully left a clean target at 100M with one of those nice Birchwood-Casey 8" "Shoot-n-C" reactive decals on it and this rifle put ten for ten on that disc without me even trying. I also had a silhouette target back at 200 yards and put the last 30 rounds in the chest area of that target, it's smooth trigger and large adjustable sights making it such a pleasant rifle to shoot.
Now a word about range etiquette.
During our first mutually-agreed cease fire period to allow shooters to check or change targets, a new club member showed up. He actually got out of his car and walked over with his gear just as we put the "no shoot" light on and people began going downrange. I notice that he had his targets in his hand, but rather than immediately put one on a target backer and take it downrange, he set it down and just commenced to dithering with the rest of his crap. He made no effort at all to go put his target up while the range was cold and everyone else was tending to their targets (except me, because I'd already put my targets out and was checking them via a spotting scope), and he continued to fuddle around even after I tactfully suggested that he go put a target up. Naturally, when the others came back up and made ready to shoot again, the first words out of his mouth were: "Hey, do you all mind if I go put MY target up?" Another five minutes stolen from each and every other shooter on the line because Mr. Thoughtless couldn't be rushed to take his target down when everyone else was doing it.
And then it seemed that he didn't want to actually shoot--he just wanted to talk to the guy sitting next to him. The light went off, the range went hot, and curse my electronic earmuffs, but all I could hear was this joker sitting down at his slot talking about hunts that he's been on and rifles that his son has.
To quote Tuco: "If you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk."
I finished my rounds there and moved over to the pistol range, swapping out my vintage classic for an Austrian classic that's just as effective if a whole lot less aesthetically appealing: The Glock 23 in .40 Smith and Wesson.
All fun, and good practice. And now I'm back at the Lair with Murphy, getting ready to grill us a steak.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Missouri Man's Mosin Makes Mob Move.
Not my first choice for a defensive arm, but hey--it got the job done.
Take that, wanna-be flash-mob punks.
KANSAS CITY, MO.—
Roger MacBride says that he's used to looking out for trouble in his old Northeast neighborhood. But usually the problems involve prostitutes or drug addicts, and he says that he wasn't ready for what he calls a mob of young troublemakers who threatened his home and family.
Witnesses say that a group of 25 to 30 young teens terrorized the neighborhood on Wednesday. MacBride says that the teens kicked in the door to a neighboring home and broke windows inside. He says when he yelled at the group to get out, they turned on him.
Take that, wanna-be flash-mob punks.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Did I actually get gulled?
Many years ago, I had the fortune to meet an old man at an antique arms show. He'd just walked through the front door with an old rifle and I, younger and largely unfamiliar with non-US military arms at the time, asked him what he had.
Well the old man showed me a rifle which I vaguely recognized as being a Russian Mosin-Nagant. It has a 1936 date and the Soviet hammer and sickle crest and I was somewhat interested, even though I didn't at the time collect such things.

The old man went on to tell me how he'd fought in World War Two in Europe, and how his unit finally met up with a unit of Russian soldiers at the Elbe River in Germany. The man told me that during the subsequent drinking and fraternization that went on, he'd traded a Russian "a .45 that wasn't mine" (referring to a US 1911A1 .45 automatic pistol that was not assigned to him) for this rifle. He said that he'd had the rifle ever since but now just wanted to get rid of it. The asking price: $50.00.
Now this was before the US commercial market was flooded with massive quantities of surplus Mosins as the Russians began selling them for hard currency in the 1990's. The Russian arms were somewhat scarce, and liking the rifle for it's historical significance and the honest wear it had--wear that hinted of hard use and battled fought (it was pretty beat and showed signs of extensive rebuild and repair), I bought it.

For years, it's pretty much been a static piece in my collection, gracing a spot on one of the racks but not being fired due to it's age and history and the fact that Mosins really don't appeal to me as shooters. (Finnish-manufactured Mosins excepted, but those are a whole different breed of cat.) But a recent cursory inspection showed that this rifle required a detail-cleaning to stop what looked to be some finish aging around the wood-line, so I took the opportunity to spend much of last night completely disassembling it to clean it, oil it, and document it's inner markings.
First off, I noticed that except for the barrel and receiver, virtually no part on this rifle was original to it. The Russians put a weapon's serial number on virtually every piece, and the factories where the parts are made also stamp them. Ideally, every part should have the same number and stampings. But nothing matched on this rifle.

The Barrel was manufactured at the Ishevsk plant in 1936. as indicated by the markings on it. This was one of Russia's four major arms-manufacturing complex and their symbol was the little arrow inside the triangle, as shown here.

And also here. This is the underside of the receiver tang. Like the barrel, it was made at Ishevesk in 1936. The two were probably assembled there when the rifle was built. All of the parts on this rifle should have these marks, but that's definitely not the case here. The rifle's buttplate has an Ishevsk stamp, but a different serial number, indicating that it was originally part of a different rifle. The stock bands and retaining clips all have small star-shaped stamps, indicating that those were made at the Tula plant some distance away, again, obviously for other rifles.

This magazine assembly no longer has a legible arsenal stamp, but it's floorplate serial number is, again, from another rifle.

And then there's this bolt. I love this bolt.
This bolt has stamps from two factories that I never expected to find on this rifle: those of the Remington Arms Company of New York, USA, and New England Westinghouse, also a US-based company.
Both of these companies had contracted with the Russians to manufacture Model 1891 Mosin rifles during World War One, and apparently parts from the bolts from one rifle made by each company were at some point combined into a single working bolt and installed on this rifle. So there are two more different serial numbers just on the bolt assembly.
So how did this rifle get all of it's original parts swapped out and replaced with components from other rifles? And where did this happen? Was it damaged during it's hard years of service on the Eastern Front and the march through Germany? Or did it have another history in another war far from the gates of Berlin?
Well according to some preliminary research that I've done, it now appears that this rifle might well have been one of the quantity of Mosins that Stalin sent to help the Communist forces in the Spanish Civil War just prior to World War Two. 1936 saw a lot of Mosin rifles sent there as covert aid to the Communists, and a large quantity of older M91's had been sent there too, so that might explain how this bolt came into proximity with the rest of the rifle. I honestly don't know yet and may never figure it out. I don't want to believe that the old man lied to me, but according to the Mosin experts that I've been talking to, the odds are at this point that this rifle was much more likely a veteran of service in the Spanish Civil War before being re-sold in the 1950's to Navy Arms, at that time a large US importer of surplus firearms. But if the rifle was in Spain, then there's no way that the kindly old man picked it up in Germany. It's a puzzle.
So what kind of world is it where old men make up tales just to sell a rifle for $50? And truth be told, is it a bad one? I don't think so. Because it really doesn't matter if this rifle fought in Eastern Europe or Spain. What matters is that it definitely fought somewhere and undoubtedly would tell some great stories if it could talk, and more to the point, I've had much more than $50 worth of fun tinkering with it and digging into it's past. It doesn't really matter where it's been. What matters is that it's MY Mosin now, and that's not likely to change in the foreseeable future.
Well the old man showed me a rifle which I vaguely recognized as being a Russian Mosin-Nagant. It has a 1936 date and the Soviet hammer and sickle crest and I was somewhat interested, even though I didn't at the time collect such things.
The old man went on to tell me how he'd fought in World War Two in Europe, and how his unit finally met up with a unit of Russian soldiers at the Elbe River in Germany. The man told me that during the subsequent drinking and fraternization that went on, he'd traded a Russian "a .45 that wasn't mine" (referring to a US 1911A1 .45 automatic pistol that was not assigned to him) for this rifle. He said that he'd had the rifle ever since but now just wanted to get rid of it. The asking price: $50.00.
Now this was before the US commercial market was flooded with massive quantities of surplus Mosins as the Russians began selling them for hard currency in the 1990's. The Russian arms were somewhat scarce, and liking the rifle for it's historical significance and the honest wear it had--wear that hinted of hard use and battled fought (it was pretty beat and showed signs of extensive rebuild and repair), I bought it.
For years, it's pretty much been a static piece in my collection, gracing a spot on one of the racks but not being fired due to it's age and history and the fact that Mosins really don't appeal to me as shooters. (Finnish-manufactured Mosins excepted, but those are a whole different breed of cat.) But a recent cursory inspection showed that this rifle required a detail-cleaning to stop what looked to be some finish aging around the wood-line, so I took the opportunity to spend much of last night completely disassembling it to clean it, oil it, and document it's inner markings.
First off, I noticed that except for the barrel and receiver, virtually no part on this rifle was original to it. The Russians put a weapon's serial number on virtually every piece, and the factories where the parts are made also stamp them. Ideally, every part should have the same number and stampings. But nothing matched on this rifle.
The Barrel was manufactured at the Ishevsk plant in 1936. as indicated by the markings on it. This was one of Russia's four major arms-manufacturing complex and their symbol was the little arrow inside the triangle, as shown here.
And also here. This is the underside of the receiver tang. Like the barrel, it was made at Ishevesk in 1936. The two were probably assembled there when the rifle was built. All of the parts on this rifle should have these marks, but that's definitely not the case here. The rifle's buttplate has an Ishevsk stamp, but a different serial number, indicating that it was originally part of a different rifle. The stock bands and retaining clips all have small star-shaped stamps, indicating that those were made at the Tula plant some distance away, again, obviously for other rifles.
This magazine assembly no longer has a legible arsenal stamp, but it's floorplate serial number is, again, from another rifle.
And then there's this bolt. I love this bolt.
This bolt has stamps from two factories that I never expected to find on this rifle: those of the Remington Arms Company of New York, USA, and New England Westinghouse, also a US-based company.
Both of these companies had contracted with the Russians to manufacture Model 1891 Mosin rifles during World War One, and apparently parts from the bolts from one rifle made by each company were at some point combined into a single working bolt and installed on this rifle. So there are two more different serial numbers just on the bolt assembly.
So how did this rifle get all of it's original parts swapped out and replaced with components from other rifles? And where did this happen? Was it damaged during it's hard years of service on the Eastern Front and the march through Germany? Or did it have another history in another war far from the gates of Berlin?
Well according to some preliminary research that I've done, it now appears that this rifle might well have been one of the quantity of Mosins that Stalin sent to help the Communist forces in the Spanish Civil War just prior to World War Two. 1936 saw a lot of Mosin rifles sent there as covert aid to the Communists, and a large quantity of older M91's had been sent there too, so that might explain how this bolt came into proximity with the rest of the rifle. I honestly don't know yet and may never figure it out. I don't want to believe that the old man lied to me, but according to the Mosin experts that I've been talking to, the odds are at this point that this rifle was much more likely a veteran of service in the Spanish Civil War before being re-sold in the 1950's to Navy Arms, at that time a large US importer of surplus firearms. But if the rifle was in Spain, then there's no way that the kindly old man picked it up in Germany. It's a puzzle.
So what kind of world is it where old men make up tales just to sell a rifle for $50? And truth be told, is it a bad one? I don't think so. Because it really doesn't matter if this rifle fought in Eastern Europe or Spain. What matters is that it definitely fought somewhere and undoubtedly would tell some great stories if it could talk, and more to the point, I've had much more than $50 worth of fun tinkering with it and digging into it's past. It doesn't really matter where it's been. What matters is that it's MY Mosin now, and that's not likely to change in the foreseeable future.
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