Showing posts with label 7.62x39. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 7.62x39. Show all posts

Saturday, December 29, 2018

Go For A Shoot



It's important to get the young 'uns shooting, so we loaded up the rig with guns and headed for the range. A CZ 20 SxS, an AR15, a Chicom SKS and a Ruger American .22. 




First things first, try out the shotgun against the clays. Sling 'em up and shoot 'em, at least that's the theory,  the initial praxis? Pathetic. But we warmed up and got on target well enough and I have to say, I'm a total convert to 20s. Swift, easy on the shoulder and guess what, they work. 




Some call them "girl guns" because they don't have the roar and weight of a 12. This misguided opinion is an error.

Next up, the SKS. Big fun to shoot and a proper little blaster; metal plates took a beating from this workmanlike tool of the revolution. Plenty of power behind that stubby little 7.62x39 round, designed in 1943.




But the AR15 seems light and nimble compared. This one made quick work of soda cans and steel plates. Its Primary Arms red dot was on, apparently, nice.




We finished up with some .22 plinking which seemed tame in comparison, but don't scoff. Rounds down range are rounds down range, and these connected against steel with great satisfaction.




Then it was time to head for home in the setting Texan sun, a good job well completed.

Don't fear the reaper,

LSP

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Strip The SKS



Being a Russian bot's a lot of fun but it does involve work, such as exposing secret societies, FIB corruption and cleaning your various weapons systems. Not least the handy, fun to shoot SKS (Samozaryadny Karabin sistemy Simonova), designed in 1943 and still going strong today.




So here's a short infovideo which we hope you find as helpful as we do here at the Compound. #WeAreRussianBots #LockThemUp

Shoot straight,

LSP

Thursday, January 25, 2018

Let's Go For A Shoot!



"Can we go for a shoot, please?" asked an eager cadet. "Sure, it's about time. We have new weapons in the armory and it's the Feast of the Conversion of St. Paul. Let's go." Before you could say principles of marksmanship we were on our way to the range.




Would the  new guns, an Aero build .308 AR and a ChiCom SKS perform? Only one way to find out, shoot the beasts and that's what we did.




To be fair, I didn't know what kind of ammo the .308 had been zero'd in on and came with a random pack of 150 grain bullets. Would the weapon even be on paper? It was, straight out of the gate. Excellent result and that can be improved. Big fun to shoot, explosive sound and fury with the recoil of a 20 gauge.


That'll do for now

After the mighty ballistics hi-power of the .308 battle rifle, the SKS came in as a fun gun, easy to shoot and light as you like. It performed pretty much flawlessly, sending its chunky rounds down range with workmanlike, ComBloc effect.





So what's better, an SKS or a Mini 14? Good question and I hesitate to answer but I will say this. The SKS seems simpler and a bit easier to shoot. 

Still, it's factory basic, thanks, Commies and doesn't have a detachable magazine, unless you mess with it. But and it's a big but for shooters on a budget, it does cost a whole lot less. Whatever, your call, both are neat. For what it's worth, I see the SKS as a ranch rifle/fun gun on a budget.




After filling up the center mass of the Green Enemy we fell back to the small shooting house and some nice and easy plinking with a Ruger American .22.



The plates met their match.




Then it was time to head back to the Compound for Mass, a good day had by all. Moral of the story? Get out in the country and shoot, it's good for mind, body and soul.

Gun rights,

LSP

Friday, January 19, 2018

Guns And Meat



It's important to visit the flock and with that in mind I drove out into the great frozen steppe of North Central Texas. Once it was home to bucolic groves of mesquite and cactus but now all that remains is icy tundra and the sad debris of broken solar arrays, a mute testament to one state's failure to pay the Weather Tax.




Sobered by the chill dystopian wasteland, I crunched over the permafrost of my friend's drive, ever thankful of the warming insulation of a pair of Merrells. And there was the Captain, hosing down two empty freezers. We talked, drank coffee and enjoyed a firearms show and tell, which included a Chinese SKS.




"Nice weapon," I commented, sighting down the Chicom beast at a deer feeder 100 yards away. "It's yours, Merry Christmas, padre!" exclaimed the Captain, who then loaded up a cooler with venison, pig and wild turkey. "All yours!"

Then it was time to head back to the Compound, struck by the generosity, eager to try out the latest rifle and defrost some meat. There's plenty.




In related news, some place in Switzerland has refused to grant a vegan citizenship because she was "too annoying."

God bless and big thanks, Captain.

LSP