"Do you even know what an actual firearm looks like, much less actually is, so-called LSP?" you ask in that wondering kind of tone, and I don't blame you. For a self-advertised Texan theological gun blog, this shallow kebob stand on the information superhighway is strangely silent about shooting. Maybe, you think, the PR was always a ruse.
Not so fast and steady on, all you punters. Shooting's definitely a part of the old LSP lifestyle, but in fairness to you it used to be more so. There's been an hiatus, a gap in the onetime daily pressure of finger on trigger, I admit that. But today everything changed.
"Join us for a shoot!" invited a friend across the airwaves, and so I did, climbing into the truck with a CZ O/U 20, a box of clays, thrower and a valupak of shells. A few minutes later I was at the ranch and saying hi to a fine body of men, all armed up with pistols, shotguns, ARs, an SKS, AK, HK, all kinds of levers and there you have it, a veritable cacophany of guns.
We set up three stations, skeet/shotgun, rifle, pistol and had at it. I went in for skeet and loved the quick presentation and sheer niftiness of the CZ 20, "Pull!" boom, skeet smoked quick as a flash. Everyone else had 12s and were envious because guess what, you can shoot a 20 all afternoon and not get a dislocated shoulder or cheekbone. Gets the job done with way less aggro, sorta thing.
Moving on to rifles, I enjoyed a .357 Magnum Cimmaron (?) lever, a beautiful rifle and, in the right hands, deadly. Levers, don't you think, are the forgotten "assault rifle," because presumably they don't have pistol grips and deadly exterior magazines. Well, my off-hand shooting with this repro classic wasn't very good but what a lot of fun to work the action and send rounds down range in hope of steel.
Next up, some pistol plinking at close range, and I enjoyed a S&W .22 revolver, what a lot of mechanical fun. Star of the show, apart from various full auto mods? A suppressed Bergara , chambered in 6.5 and topped with a worthy Leupold scope.
Man, I tell you, that sleek little beast shot with unerring accuracy out to our max 400 yards steel and doubtless could have gone way further, all with factory ammo to boot. 1 pound trigger pull! Huh, clearly not something you're going to take out in the brush, I don't think, but most awesome at the long or longish distance range. Huge fun.
Then, as dusk drew in, we fell back to the ranch house for delicious food and tall tales of Thomist philosophy, urban planning, fly fishing, Oxyrhynchus Papyri, the Great Replacement, and all of that. You'll be interested to know that this house has a TOWER. Yes, a tower, and that suggestions for a minigun emplacement were well received.
There you have it, a good day was had by all. Have you noticed how free men can defend themselves and slaves can't?
2A,
LSP
