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Went to Richmond Saturday afternoon for some practice. And I have to admit, other than my weapons shooting...well...everything was a shambles.
I brought my POF carbine to get some practice with it - and my Nighthawk Predator, as usual. So after blowing-off a few hundred rounds of .45, I think to myself, "Maybe I should pick up my brass". But I said, "Naw...I'll wait a few, as I still need to do a few other things with my POF". So I spend a few moments with my POF and chit-chatting with my fellow shooters..
During this time I see this Asian doode picking up brass. I mention to him that I am shooting the .45, and he says, "OK". So I continue about my business.
After a few more minutes I decide "it's time," and I take a break from my POF to pick-up my .45 brass...and it's all gone.
What the...?!
I think I only found like 15 brass cases!!
And the doode who was picking-up brass?
Gone.
Man, that really bothers me. If I would have had a HINT that he was picking-up my brass, I would have educated him on range ettiquite.
But on the bright side, there are other folks who are really cool. As an example, lets take Grand Master Shooter Dan Carden. That guy is regular ole good folk!!
No joke...everytime me and Dan start a'talking, I always learn something from him. He has always been a great guy from the first time he introduced himself to me in the shooting circuit. Kinda wish all the other shooters were more like him.
Thanks, Dan.
And then there was the Calgunner who wanted to purchase 6-pounds of corn media from me, and had me carry it to the range with me...and left me hanging. Never returned my calls or anything.
So here I am, walking around in the sun with all my gear (carbine in shouldered carbine bag, ammo in ammo bag, range bag, and holstered pistol and fully-loaded holstered magazines)...with a giant bag of corn media in tow. Blah!!!!!
Then it was off to zero my POF rifle at the 100-yard range.
Darn...it was windy as heck. My toupe' flew off two times. Just kidding.
So I go downrange ato hang up my paper target, and then come back to the bench to get my equipment ready. When I am finished prepping and ready to shoot, I look at my target...and it is peppered with bullet holes.
What?!
If yall know me, you would know I am pretty straight forward. So I go to the shooters on my left and right asking who in "Tar-Nations" is pulling a Helen Keller and shooting my tareget. No one admitted it. (But I think I know who it was...and he left promptly thereafter).
In the pictures below, you can see the dorks "buckshot spread" in the lower left. The ones on the far right were already there, underneath the target.
My first groups were in the center black. But because I was 100-yards away without a spotting scope, I didn't know I hit it until I walked up to it after my first string. (I only had 1 black paster, so only one 3-shot group was covered).
My goal for this shoot was to determine which group of home-rolled .223 rounds gave me the best accuracy from my carbine. I had "miked" my chamber, and also determined the distance from the bolt face to the rifling of my barrel. Once I had this information, I rolled 20 rounds that were .010" short of touching the barrels rifling. Then I rolled 20-rounds that were .020" short of touching the barrels rifling. And lastly I had 20 more rounds that were .030" away from touching the barrels rifling. My theory is that the closer the bullet is to the barrels rifling, the least amount of space it will have to "jump" when the primer and powder is ignited...hence less disturbance (violentness), and improved accuracy.
Needless to say, the target at the upper right was the tightest grouping, and was .020" from the rifling.
How could this be, as I had other rounds made-up that were longer/set closer to the barrels rifling?
I don't know, but I sees what I sees.
Did I mention that it was very windy? Hmmm...maybe this could have played an important factor in the results.
Anyhoo...for shooting a 14.5" inch .223 carbine (16" inch total with the awesome compensator), I was pleased with the grouping. I did my part, and the weapon did it's part.
So now that my POF is zeroed, I am all geared-up for the 3-gun match tomorrow at Chabot, right?
Uuuuuummmmmmm...nope!
As I am packing up my carbine and gear from the shoot, I get a call for a locksmithing appointment Sunday afternoon.
DRATS!!
Murphy's Law.
But then again, why should I complain? I have a beautiful wife, I have toys galore, and I have work continually knocking at my door.
I guess this Saturday practice was a mixed bag of tricks. From brass stealing hoodlums, corn media renegers, and Hellen Keller target shooters - to crazy cool Dan, my childhood shootin' pardners, and my POF functioning like I planned it would.
Hmmm...I guess it was agood day afterall.
OK...I'm sleepy now.
Shoot with a purpose.
In Christ: Raymond
PS: I also found a jar of Breakfree in the parking lot. (No...it does not belong to YOU).
I brought my POF carbine to get some practice with it - and my Nighthawk Predator, as usual. So after blowing-off a few hundred rounds of .45, I think to myself, "Maybe I should pick up my brass". But I said, "Naw...I'll wait a few, as I still need to do a few other things with my POF". So I spend a few moments with my POF and chit-chatting with my fellow shooters..
During this time I see this Asian doode picking up brass. I mention to him that I am shooting the .45, and he says, "OK". So I continue about my business.
After a few more minutes I decide "it's time," and I take a break from my POF to pick-up my .45 brass...and it's all gone.
What the...?!
I think I only found like 15 brass cases!!
And the doode who was picking-up brass?
Gone.
Man, that really bothers me. If I would have had a HINT that he was picking-up my brass, I would have educated him on range ettiquite.
But on the bright side, there are other folks who are really cool. As an example, lets take Grand Master Shooter Dan Carden. That guy is regular ole good folk!!
No joke...everytime me and Dan start a'talking, I always learn something from him. He has always been a great guy from the first time he introduced himself to me in the shooting circuit. Kinda wish all the other shooters were more like him.
Thanks, Dan.
And then there was the Calgunner who wanted to purchase 6-pounds of corn media from me, and had me carry it to the range with me...and left me hanging. Never returned my calls or anything.
So here I am, walking around in the sun with all my gear (carbine in shouldered carbine bag, ammo in ammo bag, range bag, and holstered pistol and fully-loaded holstered magazines)...with a giant bag of corn media in tow. Blah!!!!!
Then it was off to zero my POF rifle at the 100-yard range.
Darn...it was windy as heck. My toupe' flew off two times. Just kidding.
So I go downrange ato hang up my paper target, and then come back to the bench to get my equipment ready. When I am finished prepping and ready to shoot, I look at my target...and it is peppered with bullet holes.
What?!
If yall know me, you would know I am pretty straight forward. So I go to the shooters on my left and right asking who in "Tar-Nations" is pulling a Helen Keller and shooting my tareget. No one admitted it. (But I think I know who it was...and he left promptly thereafter).
In the pictures below, you can see the dorks "buckshot spread" in the lower left. The ones on the far right were already there, underneath the target.
My first groups were in the center black. But because I was 100-yards away without a spotting scope, I didn't know I hit it until I walked up to it after my first string. (I only had 1 black paster, so only one 3-shot group was covered).
My goal for this shoot was to determine which group of home-rolled .223 rounds gave me the best accuracy from my carbine. I had "miked" my chamber, and also determined the distance from the bolt face to the rifling of my barrel. Once I had this information, I rolled 20 rounds that were .010" short of touching the barrels rifling. Then I rolled 20-rounds that were .020" short of touching the barrels rifling. And lastly I had 20 more rounds that were .030" away from touching the barrels rifling. My theory is that the closer the bullet is to the barrels rifling, the least amount of space it will have to "jump" when the primer and powder is ignited...hence less disturbance (violentness), and improved accuracy.
Needless to say, the target at the upper right was the tightest grouping, and was .020" from the rifling.
How could this be, as I had other rounds made-up that were longer/set closer to the barrels rifling?
I don't know, but I sees what I sees.
Did I mention that it was very windy? Hmmm...maybe this could have played an important factor in the results.
Anyhoo...for shooting a 14.5" inch .223 carbine (16" inch total with the awesome compensator), I was pleased with the grouping. I did my part, and the weapon did it's part.
So now that my POF is zeroed, I am all geared-up for the 3-gun match tomorrow at Chabot, right?
Uuuuuummmmmmm...nope!
As I am packing up my carbine and gear from the shoot, I get a call for a locksmithing appointment Sunday afternoon.
DRATS!!
Murphy's Law.
But then again, why should I complain? I have a beautiful wife, I have toys galore, and I have work continually knocking at my door.
I guess this Saturday practice was a mixed bag of tricks. From brass stealing hoodlums, corn media renegers, and Hellen Keller target shooters - to crazy cool Dan, my childhood shootin' pardners, and my POF functioning like I planned it would.
Hmmm...I guess it was agood day afterall.
OK...I'm sleepy now.
Shoot with a purpose.
In Christ: Raymond
PS: I also found a jar of Breakfree in the parking lot. (No...it does not belong to YOU).
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