Weapon Of Choice

So what's your weapon of choice, 1911, Glock, SIG? Some kind of wheel gun, maybe a .357 Magnum Colt Python? Levers, ARs, SovCom,  shotguns in all their awesomeness, and on. Hey, the sky's the limit but this is how it's turned out for me. Scoff if you like, or not.

My weapon of choice is three weapons. A custom 5.56 AR carbine, a Glock 21 .45ACP (thx RHSM), and a 20 gauge SxS CZ. OK, fine, but why?

Just turned out that way, but probably because they cover all my bases at this moment in time and I can afford them. It'd be an expensive hassle, for example, to focus on No.4 Mk.1 Lee Enfields, much as I love them. 

But there's no rule, what's your real-world weapon of choice?

#2A,

LSP

Hands up Don't Shoot!

On second thoughts, no, shoot a lot. Today that meant taking a sporterized SMLE and a Remington 700, 30-06, down to the range for a quick dial-in before next week's hog hunt in West Texas.

100 Year Old (almost) Lee & Younger Shooter

We started with the venerable Lee, which was made in 1917 and saw several "refits" before ending up as a porch project at the Compound. It shot well, for a rifle that's nearly 100 years old, and I like to imagine its history, as indicated by a cacophany of stampings on the receiver. Hopefully it'll bring down a pig or two.

Shoot That Gun

The Remington 700 was next up and performed flawlessly, a far more accurate rifle than I am and a lot of fun to shoot. It's topped off with an old Redfield scope with a built in range finder, which I always forget how to use. Youtube, come to the rescue!

Plinkers

Satisfied that both rifles were on to minute of hog, we finished off with some gentle .22 plinking against steel plates and a couple of ice tea cans. Take that, plate, and you too, can. We have your measure.

Kindly Old LSP

Then, parched by an afternoon with guns in the fierce Texan sun, the team fell back to base for some refreshing drinks of Global Cooling and the satisfaction of a successful evolution.

Blue Congressman

Well done, HQ Troop. I'll pretend I didn't hear you teasing Blue Congressman with a squirrel call...

Round in the chamber,

LSP

A Country Breakfast

Circle Y Saddle

We don't have many restaurants here though we do have Montes, which is a Mexican diner that's not far from the Courthouse Willie Nelson helped rebuild when it burned down in the '90s. Willie, and Waylon, are not Illuminati stooges or part of the sinister NWO conspiracy that put up Denver's new satanic airport, at least as far as I've been able to work out. But that's a digression.

The Mighty .303

I like to go to Montes on Monday for breakfast and get Huevos Rancheros, corn or flour tortillas, I don't care, and strong coffee. Nothing fancy, but pretty good for all that. The staff were playing some kind of Latino dance music, kind of funky for breakfast, but whatever, and the table next to me was full of these workers who'd pulled up in battered 2500s. They were discussing the comparative merits of Madonna singles, "Well, I reckon she was influenced by Groove Armada, and I don't like that," type of thing.

No Hunting Today

I was planning on hunting some rabbits after breakfast but was rained off. It's all going on in the countryside, I tell you.

Ride on,

LSP