Because we had the time off, and because it was a nice day, Proud Hillbilly and I went out to the range. And because it was Veterans' Day (per the government), I brought a couple of old veterans to shoot.
The Springfield Model 1903 came out to play today, and no Kraut paper plate was safe at 100 yards.
It shot great for a rifle that's almost 80 years old. I think it might actually have another war or two left in it.
Then it was pistol time, and I broke out an old vet that hasn't seen the light of day in years, a Smith and Wesson Victory Model revolver.
Many years ago I got this one at an estate sale. The former owner was a doctor and he'd served in World War Two in the Pacific. According to his daughter, a pilot gave him this pistol for protection, since the island that they were on--she didn't know which one--still had a lot of Japanese on it even though the fighting was for all intents and purposes over. The doctor brought it home at war's end and kept it in his house as a home-defense gun every since. When he died in the early 1990s, they found it in his closet with "very old" ammunition still in the cylinders. Now I have it.
Tough to make out, but it's got the proper "US Property" stamp on the top strap, just ahead of the "GHD" inspector stamp which shows that government inspector Guy H. Drewry approved of this one.
I also sighted my Savage 110 Tactical in at 400 yards. Now I can ring the paper-plate-sized steel every shot, just like Old NFO and his trick SCAR.
OK, this rifle's not a war vet, but the way that Obama's running our country into the ground and siccing his attack dogs on his critics, it way well be one before all's said and done.
Besides, someone told me once that the twenty-first century is when everything changes, and we've got to be ready.
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Monday, November 12, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Tuesday Range Day.
So, since I got my errands done for the day, I decided to pop back out to the range for a bit and sight my Savage 110 in on the 400-yard line. Admittedly, after watching Old NFO shoot his SCAR out there and hearing every shot ring the 400-yard gong, I got to be feeling the need to do the same with my designated distance rifle.

The rifle is a Savage 110 Law Enforcement model, with a heavy barrel. The rifle is chambered in 7.62x51, and yes, it's left-handed. The optic is an SWFA Super Sniper 10x42mm scope with target turrets.

It's not an ACOG or anything, but it serves to give a shooter a good look at the target nonetheless. I like it.
The rifle was already zeroed for 100 yards, so it didn't take much fiddling to get it to where it was ringing the steel at 400 consistently (providing that I did my part, of course).
Once that was accomplished, I went back over to the pistol steel and gave my healing wrist a little "recoil therapy" as I engaged the same targets that Aaron and I got skunked out on a couple of days prior. Naturally, now with no shot timer and no audience, I hit them just fine.
A few magazines of .40 ammo were enough to get my wrist sore again, but a month ago I couldn't even fire one round of 9mm without wincing. It's getting better. Now if I can just get a prescription for a couple of cases of ammo and convince my insurance company that it's theraputically necessary, I'll be all set.
The rifle is a Savage 110 Law Enforcement model, with a heavy barrel. The rifle is chambered in 7.62x51, and yes, it's left-handed. The optic is an SWFA Super Sniper 10x42mm scope with target turrets.
It's not an ACOG or anything, but it serves to give a shooter a good look at the target nonetheless. I like it.
The rifle was already zeroed for 100 yards, so it didn't take much fiddling to get it to where it was ringing the steel at 400 consistently (providing that I did my part, of course).
Once that was accomplished, I went back over to the pistol steel and gave my healing wrist a little "recoil therapy" as I engaged the same targets that Aaron and I got skunked out on a couple of days prior. Naturally, now with no shot timer and no audience, I hit them just fine.
A few magazines of .40 ammo were enough to get my wrist sore again, but a month ago I couldn't even fire one round of 9mm without wincing. It's getting better. Now if I can just get a prescription for a couple of cases of ammo and convince my insurance company that it's theraputically necessary, I'll be all set.
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