I Have Never Met a Cheaper Bastard than a Shooter

And I plead guilty to the charge as well.

I went to the “End of the Year” AR15.com shoot at the Casa Grande public range today, and shot off most of my remaining .223 ammo. It’s time to order more components. My bullet of choice is the Hornady 75 grain boattail hollowpoint match. I load it over 23.5 grains of Varget (this is a safe published load, but use it at your own risk anyway) in LC brass – it’s about all that will fit with that long, long bullet. I was able to pop clay pigeons stuck in the 250 yard backstop with this load off the bench, and bust any rock that was big enough to see. My 9″ x 11″ x 1″ AR500 plate steel swinger was absolutely no challenge at all. But I’m out of the last thousand I bought, so I need more.

I went to the AR15.com reloading page and clicked on their list of reloading supplier URLs, then went through them one by one checking prices. This is what I found:

Midway Usa:

Hornady Match Bullets 22 Caliber (224 Diameter) 75 Grain Boat Tail Hollow Point Box of 100
Product #: 559619
Manufacturer #: 2279
Our Price: $14.29

Sinclair International:

P/N H2279
Hornady 22 cal 75 gr BTHP MCH Box/100
100 Count Price: $15.00 500 Count Price: $69.25

10% Discount When Purchasing 5-Pack Sleeves
Note: This discount ONLY applies if you purchase multiples of 5.
5 or more $13.85 ea.

Midsouth Shooter’s Supply:
HORNADY 75GR BOAT TAIL HOLLOW POINT MATCH 100CT

Item: 003-2279
Status: In Stock
Price: $13.23/100

Widener’s
Manufacturer: Hornady
Stock Number: H2279
Number In Stock: 0
Price: $13.50 each

And then I hit upon the Holy Grail for cheapskates:

Graf & Sons:

HRN 22c (.224) 75gr BTHP BULLET MATCH 600/BX
Item Number: HRN22796
Availability: In stock
Price: $69.99

And Graf & Sons includes freight. (There is a $3.95 “handling charge” per order, but that’s still a great deal.)

I ordered two.

I am such a cheap bastard.

Returned from the Rendezvous!

Next time I think I’m going to have to buy a digital camera and a laptop. Being disconnected from the interweb for several days is annoying, and not being able to take pictures is, too.

What a great time! (The 28+ hours on the road left a bit to be desired, but the blogmeet was terrific!) I just wish more of us had gone. Here’s a list of the people I got to meet:

Mr. Completely, and his better half, KeeWee.
Rivrdog and his wife
Conservative UAW Guy and spouse
John of Argghhh! and SWWBO
Fodder from Ride Fast & Shoot Straight and his wife the Commandress
Og the Neanderpundit
SayUncle
US Citizen from Traction Control
Joe Huffman from The View from North Central Idaho, and Boomershoot fame
Dave Duringer of the relatively new World Examiner blog
Cam Edwards of NRAnews fame
Chris Byrne, his wife Melody, and their friend John from Anarchangel, who I’d met previously at a Nation of Riflemen shoot in Phoenix
Chris Barrett and his wife Jill, often commenters on several blogs also came.

Last, but not least, I got to meet Dan McKown, the speaker at the dinner Saturday who’s a pretty damned funny guy in a situation that would make most people think of anything but humor.

The trip, both up and back, was uneventful, but I wish someone had told me that the freeway through Las Vegas is road construction from end to end. Plus there’s road construction at the Hoover Dam (2003 through 2008!) while they build a new bridge just downstream from the dam itself. Can’t have a Jihadist detonate a tanker truck on the top of the dam now, can we? I tried to figure another way home, but the only real option was to traverse The People’s Republic of Kalifornistan, and with all the weapons and leftover ammo I was transporting that just didn’t seem to me to be a good idea. In addition to the four firearms I brought, I had Chris, Melody, and John’s (redacted) handguns with me, too. They didn’t want to go to the hassle of trying to fly with them, so I provided UPS delivery service. I won’t say how many or anything, but with the 1,000 rounds of ammo, the range bag weighed about 70 lbs.

I arrived in Reno Thursday afternoon about 4:00 PM and, per the hotel’s request, spent about 45 minutes checking the arsenal in with security. That was a surprisingly not-unpleasant experience. The room was perfectly adequate with the exception of the fact that Circus Circus Reno does not carry the SciFi channel so I was unable to watch Friday’s season opener of Battlestar Galactica (yes, I’m a nerd.) I had dinner solo, and then went to the hospitality room provided by the hotel. I was the first one there that evening, but I was shortly joined by Mr. Completely, Rivrdog and their spouses and then others trickled in and out. Conservative UAW Guy related his travel horror story of delayed flights and missed connections and the fact that the airline had lost all of his luggage – including his guns. (Everything showed up Friday morning about 1:00AM though.) Interesting conversations were had, but about midnight we packed it in, with plans to meet for breakfast Friday morning.

We had a great buffet breakfast Friday, but SayUncle had plans to compete in a poker tournament and was unable to join us. Then we split up and went our separate ways. Being the INTJ personality that I am, I cruised around the (remarkably small) area of Reno/Sparks looking for a book store. I should have used the Yellow Pages. Apparently people don’t read much in Reno. I did find a rather empty mall (no bookstore) where I decided to catch a movie – The Guardian. (Not bad, but wait until it comes out on DVD. Not worth $8.50, but a good discount matinee.)

Friday evening many of us met up at the hospitality room, and then adjourned for dinner. We got back to the room after dinner, and the stragglers began showing up. Knowing we had to get up fairly early to make it to the range Saturday, we called it a night about 1:00AM.

I set my alarm for 7:30 so that I would be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the 8:30 gathering in preparation for the trip to Denny’s and then the range, but I still managed to oversleep. I dragged my tired butt out of bed at 8:00, soaked my head, shaved, dressed, and stumbled down to the hospitality room. After a little bit of Chinese fire drill, I got all the guns out of hock, got the truck loaded, and off the caravan went to Denny’s for breakfast.

I have to give major kudos to that Denny’s. Fourteen people descended on an already crowded restaurant, and they not only got us seated, they got our orders taken and food delivered in remarkably good time.

After that, things didn’t go so well, at least for me. With cursory directions to the range, the convoy headed out. And I promptly lost them. Not only that, old Wrong-Way Feldman managed to miss the exit for Nevada 445, and proceeded down I-80 East for about, oh, 22 miles before I was absolutely certain that I’d screwed up. I bailed off at an exit that looked promising for a convenience mart, and bought a map of Nevada. Yeah, I’d missed the exit, all right. About 20 miles back. So, back on the freeway I went, and there it was, right where the map said it was! By this time, though, I’d burned about an hour. So I started driving down 445 looking for the rifle range that was “right off the highway,” not realizing just how far I had to go to get to it. I stopped, turned around, and found someone on the side of the road to ask. He had no clue, but the next guy did, so finally about 11:45 I got to the range.

It’s a very nice facility, and well run. And well attended, too. We took up pretty much a quarter of it, and I let several people blast away with both the Garand and my “Designated Marksman’s” AR15. I got the AR dialed in on the 400 yard steel swinger, and even with a fairly stiff crosswind we were ringing it with regularity. Finally we got around to trying it with my iron-sighted Garand, and believe it or not we hit it a few times with that as well, shooting 147 grain Korean milsurp. John Donovan ran a full bandoleer through the Garand. I think he liked it! I did a little (very little) pistol shooting, and never did take the Mountain Gun out of its case.

Finally, about 4:00 many of us decided that we’d had enough blasty goodness to keep us for a while and headed back to the hotel. I finally got my shower, and a little rest before the banquet. I shared my table with Rivrdog, Conservative UAW guy, Ride Fast & Shoot Straight and their wives. (I wish mine could have come, but I think she’d have been bored to tears.) Joe Huffman gave a good speech on what he believes we as a group need to do with regards to those who wish to take away our rights. A synopsis is available at his blog, and while I agree with Joe on the specifics of his ideas, I also agree with SayUncle’s recommendation. Dan McKown related the story of the Tacoma Mall shooting in detail that you won’t hear from the MSM, complete with funny anecdotes about paper towel compresses and torso tourniquets. (And I’m not being facetious – he made jokes about having been shot. He made jokes immediately after being shot. And pretty good ones, at that.) He is still recovering and may possibly regain the ability to walk, but being hit in the torso three times with 7.62×39 ammo is Not Good, and he still suffers considerably from it. My hat’s off to him for being willing to go to the sound of gunfire, and being stalwart in the face of the outcome. But hey, he’s a Scot! What else could he do?

After dinner Mr. Completely presented Dan with a check from the proceeds of the Rendezvous, with a promise of more to come once the final accounting was finished, then the door prizes were handed out. I don’t recall who Neanderpundit won the $50 Natchez gift certificate, SayUncle won the leather range bag, and Rivrdog won the Hi-Point pistol, which he then graciously presented to Dan, since Dan was probably the least-armed among the crowd in attendance.

At this point I’d like to make an observation.

I’m a big guy – 6 feet tall and over 285. I’m firmly in the middle of the pack physically for the guys that showed up for the Rendezvous. I don’t know whether I should feel good about that, or appalled. I’m not much for stereotypes, but obviously we tend to the hefty side. As one person commented at the dinner, all those T-shirts were donated by MidwayUSA, and they wouldn’t fit most of us. (I wear XL, so I did OK. I’m wearing it right now, as a matter of fact. But if it shrinks much in the wash, I’m in trouble.)

Physical types ran the normal gamut – Dave Duringer is on the small end of the spectrum, and Joe Huffman is quite tall, but several of us are seriously big dudes. And as SayUncle put it, he’s apparently the youngest gunblogger alive. It was interesting putting faces to the bloggers.

After dinner was complete, we returned to the hospitality room and talked until about 1:30AM. Not much was left of the beverages so graciously supplied by Rivrdog when we finally called it a night.

I had breakfast with Joe Huffman Sunday morning. I’m going to have to make a concentrated effort to get my 6.5×55 1896 Swede target rifle functional in time for a Boomershoot. SayUncle was supposed to join us, but somehow that fell through. I headed out of Reno around 10:45 and made it to Kingman by 8:00PM. Finally got back to Tucson about 2:45 this afternoon. I’m tired, but it was a great trip, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Hopefully I’ll be able to do it next year, and meet many more of you.

And I’ll have a laptop. And a camera.

A Nice, Relaxed Day.

The NoR shoot is coming up next weekend, so I’m spending some time this weekend doing some loading in preparation. I loaded 11.5 lbs of .45 Colt ammo (that sounds somehow more impressive than “200 rounds”), and 200 rounds (so far) of 75 grain Hornady .223 ammo. I’ll load a couple hundred more tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll also manage to do 300 .45 ACP rounds, too. I’ve still got about 400 rounds of .30-06 on en bloc clips in bandoleers, so I won’t have to load any of that.

In the midst of that, I cooked up a damned fine batch of pinto beans, made a trip to the grocery store and (among the regular supplies) got some corn meal and buttermilk so I could make cornbread to go along with it. I also baked a couple dozen Tollhouse cookies (storebought dough, on sale. Better than pre-packaged, not as good as from scratch – but they’ll do.)

If you’re interested, here’s the schedule for the NoR shoot next weekend:

Friday: Dinner, 7:00 PM MST at the Buffalo Chip Saloon and Steakhouse, 6811 E. Cave Creek Rd, Cave Creek, AZ 85331

Directions to the Buffalo Chip Saloon and Steakhouse are available at the website.

Menu, all you can eat:

Smoked Beef
Pulled Pork
Smoked Chicken
Cowboy Beans
Country Slaw
Buns

Cost will be $9.95 plus tax and gratuity; beverages are not included in the price.

Saturday: The Range opens at 7:00 AM MST. Shoot til lunch.

Ben Avery is a public range and shooting stations are first come, first served. We want to get there early and secure some benches together.

How we’re handling lunch is still up in the air.

Shoot some more after lunch.

Saturday evening: Meet at 7:30 PM MST at the Buffalo Chip Saloon and Steakhouse for Dinner and Guest Speaker Alan Korwin who is confirmed, and then have some libations and tell lies. (I would appreciate it if anyone who witnessed me shoot clay pigeons in the air with my 1917 Enfield would show up to corroborate my story!)

Menu, all you can eat:

Flat Iron Steaks
Smoked Chicken
Cowboy Beans
Country Slaw
Honey Butter Biscuits

Cost is $19.95 per person plus tax and gratuity. Beverages are not included.

Sunday: Shoot til lunch. Maybe a picnic at Pioneer Village?

Shoot some more.

Go home tired and happy.

I think I’m going to run out of ammo early on Sunday. That’s why I’m also bringing a 500 round box of .22’s.

C’mon up and join us.

Range Report

As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, I jumped the gun a bit and bought my BAG day purchase a month early – a Winchester 94 chambered in .45 Colt. I didn’t get a chance to shoot it the Sunday after I bought it, and I ended up working all weekend the following week, so I took a vacation day today. My wife and I just got back from the range.

Now, I don’t get to the range anywhere near as often as I’d like, and my wife only wants to go two or three times a year, tops. But this time she wanted to go since it had been (in her words) too long since she’d shot anything. It being a Friday, I figured we’d have the Tucson Rifle Club’s pistol silhouette range all to ourselves.

When I was a match director for the TRC’s pistol silhouette matches, I had keys to everything and could set up the 25-yard silhouette chickens for her. She really enjoyed knocking those down with my Contender. Once I introduced her to my Aimpoint-equipped Ruger Mark II Target, she was hooked. Well, I don’t have those keys anymore so I can’t stand the targets up, but when I was in Sportsman’s Warehouse picking up a couple of boxes of .45 Colt loads (reloading bench is still in the garage), I found this:

I figured she’d have as much fun shooting that as the chickens, and I wouldn’t have to go stand the targets back up. I also picked up a box of 525 rounds of Federal .22’s.

So, off to the range we went. Today’s arsenal consisted of the aforementioned Mk II Target, my brand-spanking new Winchester 94, my S&W M25 Mountain Gun, my Kimber Classic Stainless 1911, my 3″ S&W M60 .357, my Single-six, her father’s 2″ M60 .38, and at least a hundred rounds each for everything.

First off, the Winchester is more accurate than my eyes are. Off the bench, at 100 yards I was able to shoot about a 3″ group – which is literally better than I’m able to see (and quite possibly a fluke). I was able to knock down the 50 yard chickens and the 100 yard pigs with ease, but the rear sight won’t elevate enough to go much beyond that – at least not shooting Cowboy Action (read: “slow”) loads. When I get back to reloading, however… The rifle was absolutely flawless in action. No failures of any kind, though in the interests of full disclosure I only fully loaded the magazine (12 rounds) once. It’s quick and light – even with the 24″ barrel – and fits me perfectly. I just need better sights. Or better eyes.

My wife got in about 75 rounds of practice with the .38 and did pretty well. She has a flinch, and knows it, so one of the things she worked on was that. By loading only two or three of the five chambers, she never was certain whether the next round would be a live one or an empty, so it forces her to concentrate on the trigger and sight picture, and ignore the upcoming “BANG!” Her groups were nothing to write home about, but any mutant entering our home and confronting her would not be leaving vertically.

After a break, I set up the Birchwood Casey target and checked the sight setting on the Mk II. It was zeroed for that Federal ammo at the range I put up the swinger (about 15 yards).

A couple of hours later, she’d gone through about two-thirds of that 525 rounds! There was .22 brass all over the place, and she’d enjoyed herself thoroughly. That little swinger stand is kind of addicting. I ran through five or six magazines myself, plus a few cylinder-fulls from the Single-six.

Damn, I’m glad I took the day off! And I’m supposed to meet up with fellow-blogger Engineer Poet during his Tucson stopover, and take him shooting on Sunday. Twice in one weekend! What a deal!

Edited to add: I forgot to mention that when we got home my order of 500 Mt. Baldy .45 calibler (calibler?) caliber 270 grain “SAA” cast bullets was waiting for me on the front porch! Now I HAVE to get the loading bench set up!

Range Report

[Monty Python]And now for something completely different.[/Monty Python]

Saturday morning about o’dark-thirty I got up and took a look out the window. The sky looked pretty overcast, so I thought I’d put off a trip to the range until Sunday. However, as the sun came up, it didn’t look quite so bad. I logged on to weatherunderground.com and checked, and the chance of rain was slight, so I went ahead and loaded up and off to the range I went.

Despite $3+ per gallon gasoline, I drove the 70+ miles up Interstate 10 to Casa Grande and went to the newly refurbished Elsy Pearson rifle range which just reopened on Friday after extensive berm work. I took four weapons with me: My newly restocked and refinished M1 Garand, my trusty custom AR-15, my recently problematic Kimber Classic Stainless, and my latest acquisition, the S&W M25 Mountain Gun in .45LC.

This was my first chance to get the Garand sighted in again after having it refinished by Mac’s Shootin Irons. Mac disassembles everything, including the front and rear sight assemblies. I’d taken two targets with me; a large cardboard box I could staple paper targets on to (the range has no target stands), and one of my 9″x11″x1″ AR500 steel plate swingers. I set the cardboard up at about 100 yards, and the swinger up at the full 250 yards the range permits.

The Garand, true to form, functioned absolutely flawlessly, shooting about 4 MOA off the bench with Korean milsurp 147 grain ammo. I was even able to whack the swinger at 250 yards once or twice out of each clip of eight. At 250 yards, that 9×11 target is NOT very big over iron sights. I’ve now got the Garand sighted in for 250 yards, which should be sufficient for anything from point-blank out to 300+.

Next I tried out my AR with my 75 grain HPBT Hornady handloads. Using 24.7 grains of surplus WCC846 powder, LC brass, and an overall length of 2.245,” I literally could not miss the swinger unless I really screwed up. I beat that thing like a rented mule. Now I just need to learn to shoot like that offhand.

I’ve been having problems with my Kimber since I installed a Cylinder & Slide Safety-Fast-System. Yes, I’m one of those people who just doesn’t care for cocked-and-locked carry. The SFS allows you to carry the 1911 safely with a round in the chamber, hammer down and locked. Flick off the safety and the hammer springs back, ready to fire. Very, very cool. The kit came with a nice extended slide stop, but ever since I installed it I’ve been getting intermittent lock-open of the slide in the middle of a magazine. That was really irritating, so I recently reinstalled the original Kimber slide stop. The problem went completely away. I ran about 150 rounds through it without a hitch. I’m good to go again.

Finally, I worked on my Mountain Gun loads. The last time I tried it I was getting very high extreme spreads in velocity and concomitantly poor accuracy, so I switched from Winchester WLP primers to Federal 155 large pistol magnum primers, still using the same powder charges of Alliant 2400. Well, the extreme spread came down just a bit, but velocities did not improve. I want to get to right at 900fps. I think I’m going to work up to a sixteen grain charge under the Cast Precision 300 grain LBT gas-checked bullet, and if that doesn’t work any better I’ll try another powder.

Anyway, it was a very nice morning at the range, but I discovered that I’ve almost run out of the 384 rounds of .30-06 on clips that I bought shortly after I purchased my Garand. As soon as I got home I ordered two more cans from Aim Surplus. I really wasn’t a fan of the M1 before I bought one, but I’ll admit now, it’s one of my favorites.

New Gun!

Well, new to me, anyway. Remember back in May 2004 when I said I was going to purchase a S&W Model 25 Mountain Gun chambered for .45LC? And then didn’t?

Well, at lunch today, I did. It looks just like this:

My favorite gun shop had a used one I found a couple of weeks ago. I traded in my Ruger SP-101 (that shot really low), scrounged up some cash (thanks, honey!), and bought it. Now I have to get some dies, brass, and bullets. Anybody have a favorite .45LC load they want to share?

Gratuitous Commercial Endorsement

As you may recall, I bought an M1 Garand through the Civilian Marksmanship Program. I received it in mid-November, and wrote a post about it over at Say Uncle’s Shooter’s Carnival. I broke down and bought a new stock from Boyd’s when I concluded that nothing I could do was going to make the original look all that good, and I’d already planned to refinish the mostly bare metal surfaces with Norrell’s Moly Resin. I bought a quart from Norrell’s before I figured out how to build an oven to bake the barrelled receiver in. No way was that going to fit in the oven in my kitchen, and after smelling the resin, no way would I have tried anyway.

On a recent trip to the range, I found a business card for Mac’s Shootin’ Irons. All Mac does is refinishing, mostly using Gunkote. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, I dropped Mac a nice email asking if it would be possible to have him refinish my rifle using the Norrell’s I’d already bought. He actually looked up Norrell’s site, researched their moly resin, and emailed me back that he would be happy to do the job, but he wouldn’t be able to guarantee the durability of the finish – although he thought that Norrell’s was probably the same as Gunkote.

I made arrangements to drop of the Garand on the Saturday before Memorial Day, and I spent some time talking with Mac. His prices are higher than John Norrell Arms for refinishing, but Mac does the teardown and reassembly that Norrell’s doesn’t. If you have a pistol with sights that cannot be coated or cannot withstand the curing heat, he removes and reinstalls them, and Mac’s pricing includes return shipping. Since he lives in Tucson, I got a break on that, but Mac doesn’t have a storefront. Most of his business is done via mail-order. Further, Mac zinc-parkerizes the firearm as a FIRST step before applying the Gunkote, something that Norrell’s doesn’t do.

I picked the Garand up today. Yes, that was three weeks after dropping it off, but he was doing an experiment with a coating he’d not used before, and he was cutting me some slack on the pricing to boot.

All I have to say is: Just DAMN! That beat-up old 1943 vintage Springfield Armory M1 looks GREAT! It looks like it just rolled off the assembly line! Every metal part on the rifle has a smooth, gorgeous, uniform dark gray matte finish with a slight greenish tinge to it that beautifully compliments the walnut Boyd’s stock. I can’t wait to take it back to the range and try it out.

Thank you, Mac. And every time someone asks me about it, I’ll tell them who did it for me and how happy I am with it.

Range Report!

I finally got out to the range today. It was a bit windy the last few days here, and I wanted to test my .223 handloads at 300 meters, so I put it off until this morning. Absolutely perfect morning to go shooting. I didn’t have sight settings for 300m, so I stapled up a bunch of sight-in targets and picked the target in the middle. After the first five rounds it was obvious that I was hitting VERY low, so I dialed in a few minutes of elevation, and like a moron I picked a HIGHER target for the second go-around. Five more shots, but I couldn’t see the impact points through my 45x not-so-great quality spotting scope, so I hopped in the truck (I had the 500m range ALL TO MYSELF!) and drove down.

Good news: A beautiful 2″ (4-shot) group! (Best group of the day, as a matter of fact.)

Bad news: Right through the top crossbrace of the target frame. My range charges $1 per hole in the target frame. I know it was a 2″ group because the frame is made of 2×2’s. I figure the fifth shot went just a bit high.

So now I know my sight settings for 300, 385, and 500 meters with that load, (75 grain Hornady BTHP) and it shoots about 1.5-2MOA at 300 meters which is, realistically, about as well as I can see at that range through a 10X scope.

I also took out my freshly restocked 1943-era M1 Garand and my .50 caliber ammo can full of Korean surplus ammo in clips on bandoleers. After a bit of sight tweaking, I was able to consistently drop the steel pig silhouettes with that combo, shooting off sandbags. Iron sights!

After a hundred and fifty rounds of .223 and probably ten or twelve clips or so of .30-06 (it’s so much fun, who’s counting?), it was starting to warm up and get windy, so I shifted down to the Law Enforcement range for a little pistol practice. The new S&W 60-14 I picked up on Saturday is a SHOOTER! This is the first revolver I’ve ever been able to shoot halfway decently double-action. At seven yards I was able to keep all five 125 grain Federal .38 Nyclads in the chest just as fast as I could pull the trigger. I even practiced double-taps and was able to get the two rounds with 2-3″ of each other. I’m quite impressed with this little revolver. The hi-viz fiberoptic front sight is definitely a plus. It’s VERY easy to pick up and makes follow-up shots much faster.

What a great day at the range. I’ve got to do this more often.

Edited to add:

I forgot to mention, I tested out my two free MWG Co. magazines, a 10-rounder and a 5-rounder. Each held the advertised capacity and no more. Each was a bit of a tight fit in the mag well, but I’d imagine they’ll wear in. Each fed properly.

Except the last round. Both mags. Repeatedly. The last round out would jam. I don’t know if the problem is with the follower or what, but I’d be interested to know if anyone else has had this problem with theirs.

Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me.

I just got in my birthday present to myself. A thousand prepped and primed .223 cases from Top Brass. These are Lake City headstamped, cleaned, resized, trimmed, and primed with Winchester Small Rifle primers. All I’ve got to do is dump a powder charge in and seat a bullet. I’ve got enough WCC-846 pulldown powder (from Jeff Bartlett) left to load a thousand cases already. Now I’ve got to order a thousand Hornady 75 grain BTHP Match bullets from Sinclair. That’ll be next month, though.

I can build a sub-MOA load good for 600 yards for about $0.20 per round, or I can go to Ammoman and pay the same price for stuff that won’t hold 2 MOA, and isn’t really any good past 300 meters.

Or I cay pay $0.36 a round for Black Hills ammo no better than my handloads.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I handload.

Edited to add:

And this is what my pet load is capable of out of my AR-15 at 100 yards if I do my part:

FEAR,

The Philosophy and Politics thereof:

Another interesting week has gone by, with various bits and pieces aggregating in my consciousness for analysis and synthesis. On Tuesday I found a Reason magazine review of cultural anthropologist Abigail Kohn’s book Shooters, with reference to her earlier Reason piece Their Aim Is True. The pertinent quote from the book review was this:

Kohn’s own research for Shooters, some of which appeared in this magazine (“Their Aim Is True,” May 2001), elicited predictable responses. One colleague said she was performing a “social service by researching ‘such disgusting people.'” Another said that unless Kohn acknowledged the “inherent pathology” of gun enthusiasm, she was disrespecting victims of gun violence.

Kohn herself admitted in her earlier piece:

Our initial attempt to meet local militia members took us to a shooting range in the Bay Area, where we assumed local militia meetings would be held. We went on a Tuesday night, fully expecting the range to be seething with radical political activity. Why else would people congregate at a shooting range, if not to meet other like-minded, potentially dangerous right-wing gun nuts?

Also I found a Feb. 1 piece in the UConn Daily Campus entitled Gun nuts’[sic] have no real excuse by one Robert Schiering that proclaimed:

At first glance, the term “gun nut” would appear to be nothing more than an ad hominem against the more enthusiastic weapon owners of this country. However, as one reads the literature espoused by gun nut organizations, the reasoning behind this term becomes startlingly clear. Gun nuts are called as such because they are incontrovertibly insane.

In not much of a stretch, Rep. Patrick Kennedy on Tuesday cosponsored a bill to ban .50 BMG caliber rifles, stating, according to CNS:

“Any policy maker who, on the one hand, says that they are for combating terrorism but, on the other hand, will not back this legislation, backed by Representative Moran, to me has a lot of explaining to do,” Kennedy said “In fact, I think it would be the definition of insanity to say that.”

It’s important to understand this: We call ourselves “gun nuts” – embracing the label thrust upon us by the ignorant, anti-gun bigots – but many of them really believe it. We’re “potentially dangerous” because we like guns.

I think that’s something most gun owners don’t really grasp. I know it initially took me a while to get my mind around the idea. Last January there was a multi-blog discussion about concealed-carry that inspired my essay TRUST. Blogger Barry of Inn of the Last Home began the discussion, saying on the subject of concealed-carry:

If I were to take a live, armed weapon and carry it on my person, in public, it would eat away at my sanity just as if it were emitting lethal radiation. To know that I carried an instrument of sure and certain death on my person, available and ready to be pulled out and used at a moment’s notice to possibly kill…a child. A homeless person. An innocent.

That stirred up quite a controversy, but he later tried to clarify:

I would feel uncomfortable carrying a loaded weapon. Very uncomfortable that I would possibly have the means to end a person’s life within arm’s reach. That doesn’t mean I’m going to do it, or would ever be tempted. Just that fact makes me uncomfortable.

I also would feel uncomfortable knowing that anyone on the street, in the theatre, at a restaurant, at the supermarket could be carrying a loaded gun on their person. And here’s why – despite training, despite temperament, despite the best of intentions: I don’t trust you. That’s simply it, I don’t trust you. I don’t trust a person who is not a licensed law enforcement officer of some kind – someone who, by virtue of their job, I would assume they have proper gun training – to carry a weapon. You may be a great person, love your kids, go to church, would never pull a gun in anger at another person – you may be supremely confident of that fact in your own mind, but I’m not. To me, you would be just as likely to be the one sticking up the fast-food clerk as the one defending him, or – in your possibly untrained and excited state – could be the one who with the best of intentions attempts to intervene but misses and hits someone else. Or you could be the one who gets pissed off at me in traffic and, instead of the flipping me the finger you pop off a few rounds at my back window.

I’m not concerned whether there are documented cases of this happening – I am afraid that they will, when more and more people are allowed to carry concealed weapons.

Last Thursday, Feb. 3, Marine Lt. Gen. James Mattis offended the sense and sensibilities of a good portion of the public when he proclaimed “it’s fun to shoot some people.” The reaction was predictable. Congressman Pete Stark, (D-CA) put out a press release stating:

Last week, United States Marine Corps Lieutenant General James Mattis made public comments that were unbecoming of a military officer. As quoted in numerous newspaper articles and media broadcasts, Lt. General Mattis told a San Diego, California audience of 200 civilians that “It’s fun to shoot some people.” Referencing combatants in Afghanistan he added, “You know, guys like that ain’t got no manhood left anyway. So it’s a hell of a lot of fun to shoot them.”

Lieutenant General Mattis has no doubt served his country with courage and distinction as an officer in the United States Marine Corps. It is, nonetheless, inexcusable that, as a high-ranking officer of the US military, he would make these callous and insensitive remarks that denigrate the value of human life.

That was relatively mild. Juan Cole said:

T.E. Lawrence, “Lawrence of Arabia,” was tortured and almost driven mad when he realized he got a thrill from shooting a man dead. His sadistic pleasure in killing Ottoman troops in Syria seems to have been wrought up with his rape by an Ottoman officer who thought him a Circassian Jordanian rather than a British secret agent. At one point he writes in Seven Pillars of Wisdom about how beautiful the dead Ottoman soldiers looked in the moonlight, lined up straight, after a battle.

Just as few priests are pedophiles, few soldiers are sadists. Mattis has brought dishonor on the US Marine Corps with his words. Killing is never appropriately called “fun.” I think he should resign.

You see, enjoying the practice of violence is “sadistic” and “racist.” Insane, in other words.

There are a lot more examples, but I’m sure most of you have seen ones like this or worse. However, I’ve read some military history, and I’ve read the current military blogs by some of the guys on the front lines pulling triggers, like Armor Geddon and A Day in Iraq. They like what they do, or they wouldn’t have chosen to do it.

Apparently, they’re insane too.

Or are they?

A while back I wrote a three-piece essay on the difference between violent and predatory and violent but protective, and their antithesis, pacifism. The pacifist culture, I wrote,

…doesn’t really distinguish between violent and predatory and violent but protective – it sees only violent. Their worldview is divided between violent and non-violent, or passive. There is an exception, a logical disconnect if you will, that allows for legitimate violencebut only if that violence is committed by sanctioned officials of the State. And even there, there is ambivalence. If violence is committed by an individual there is another dichotomy: If the violence is committed by a predator, it is the fault of society in not meeting that predator’s needs. The predator is the creation of the society, and is not responsible for the violence. He merely needs to be “cured” of his ailment. If violence is committed by a defender, it is a failure of the defender to adhere to the tenets of the pacifist society. It is the defender who is at fault because he has lived by the rules and has chosen to break them, and who must therefore be punished for his transgression.

And God help you if you admit that you enjoy exercising violence, for any reason. It’s a sign of mental illness, you know.

Finally this week, the D.C. Appellate Court upheld the District Court conclusion in Seegars v. Ashcroft. This was a suit to overturn Washington D.C.’s draconian gun ban. The courts, both the District and Appellate, essentially dodged the Second Amendment question by claiming that the appellants had no standing to bring suit. (Triggerfinger has a good collection of links to blog commentary on the decision.) This is just the latest in a long, long series of decisions and denials in which the courts have dodged and avoided addressing the true meaning and implications of the Second Amendment. The Supreme Court has done a yeoman’s job of that since its 1875 Cruikshank decision, the 1886 Presser v. Illinois decision, and finally the 1939 Miller decision. Lower court misinterpretation of Miller, backed by the two previous cases has put us where we are today. Only the 5th Circuit in Emerson actually had the intestinal fortitude to buck decades of bad precedent, and then, with a clear dichotomy between the 5th and 9th Circuits, the Supreme Court denied certiorari to the appeals of both Emerson and Silveira, leaving the question in legal limbo – again.

Gun rights supporters often wonder why that is – why is it that almost no one in government is willing to do what’s (to us) obviously right?

Because they’re AFRAID.

Gun owners represent about one quarter of the adult population of the country, and if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say somewhat less than half of those are active shooters. A signifcant majority of gun owners, in fact, are in favor of many forms of gun control. Why? FEAR. Like Barry, they don’t trust their fellow citizens. “I’m OK Mack, but I don’t know about YOU.” There’s a very large portion of the population, both gun owning and not, that holds the belief Barry does:

I don’t trust a person who is not a licensed law enforcement officer of some kind – someone who, by virtue of their job, I would assume they have proper gun training – to carry a weapon.

But this is fear born of two sources: ignorance, and sensationalism. The majority in this country are like Abigail Kohn was; ignorant, fearful, and naive when it comes to firearms as she describes herself. They are made fearful of them largely because of the media, where “if it bleeds, it leads.” I and many others have documented the monumental ignorance and anti-gun bigotry in the media (such as Ravenwood‘s recent skewering of a news report informing readers that the Bristol CT police department just up-gunned from 9mm to 40mm handguns. That’s a change in bore diameter from 0.355″ to over 1.5″. They would have apparently decided that grenade launchers are needed, if the report had been accurate.) We’ve noted the media’s fervent willingness to report criminal acts nationwide, while burying defensive gun uses on page D-24 of the local fishwrap. This is apparently because everybody knows that guns are only useful for criminal homicide.

And there’s the philosophical rub.

Our culture says that killing is wrong, and that being willing to kill is just as wrong. Yet we have that mental dichotomy that makes it OK if and only if the actor is a sanctioned official of the State. It has even lead to a linguistic dodge: States and their actors use force – individuals use violence. But either way, human beings end up dead or injured. Sure, it’s OK to kill someone in self-defense, but to prepare for that possibility is evidence of mental instability or at least criminal tendencies, unless you’re one of the anointed. That “logic” is the basis behind laws disarming citizens, brought to its (il)logical extreme in the UK where no one can legally carry anything considered an “offensive weapon,” or risk arrest. Note: there are no “defensive” weapons. If it’s a weapon, it’s “offensive.” The same illogic rests behind “proportional response” and “duty to retreat” laws.

Yet our system of government is one based on trust. I’ve quoted Bill Whittle before, I will do it here again, from Freedom:

This, to my mind, is the fundamental difference between the Europeans and the U.S.: We trust the people. We fought wars and lost untold husbands and brothers and sons because of this single most basic belief: Trust the people. Trust them with freedom. Trust them to spend their own money. Trust them to do the right thing. Trust them to defend themselves. To the degree that government can help, great – but TRUST THE PEOPLE.

Criminals, and criminal regimes ranging from The Brow-Ridged Hairy People That Live Among the Distant Mountains all the way through history to the Nazis and the Soviets, have and will conspire to take by force what they cannot produce on their own. These people must be stopped. The genius of the 2nd Amendment is that it realizes that these people could be anybody – including the U.S. Army. That is why this power, like the other powers, is vested in the people. Nowhere else in the world is this the case. You can make a solid argument that the United States is, by almost any measure, the most prosperous, successful nation in history. I’m not claiming this is because every American sleeps with a gun under the pillow – the vast majority do not. I do claim it is the result of a document that puts faith and trust in the people – trusts them with government, with freedom, and with the means of self-defense. You cannot remove that lynchpin of trust without collapsing the entire structure. Many observers of America never fully understand what we believe in our bones, namely, that the government doesn’t tell us what we can do – WE tell THOSE bastards just how far they can go.

Obviously a lot has changed over the decades and centuries. Industrialization and the growing urbanization of America has reduced the average American’s exposure to firearms, and high crime rates – especially in those urban areas – has caused much of the fear I illustrated at the beginning of this post. But since I’m quoting older bits with abandon in this essay, let me dredge up another one. I’ve referenced this letter to Kim du Toit several times on this blog, but that’s because it is so pertinent to the philosophy that I espouse. In this case, the relevant portion is this:

Being armed goes far beyond simple self-protection against thugs or even tyrants — it’s an unequivocal and unmatched lesson that you are politically and morally sovereign; that you, and not the state, are responsible for your life and your fate. This absolute personal sovereignty is the founding stone of the Republic. “A well-regulated militia” (where the militia is “the whole people”) isn’t just “necessary to the security of a free state” because it provides a backup to (and defense against) the police and the army. More importantly, keeping and bearing arms trains sovereign citizens in the art of freedom, and accustoms us to our authority and duty.

As Eric S. Raymond wrote:

“To believe one is incompetent to bear arms is, therefore, to live in corroding and almost always needless fear of the self — in fact, to affirm oneself a moral coward. A state further from ‘the dignity of a free man’ would be rather hard to imagine. It is as a way of exorcising this demon, of reclaiming for ourselves the dignity and courage and ethical self-confidence of free (wo)men that the bearing of personal arms, is, ultimately, most important.”

We need to get our heads around the idea that, by being armed for the defense of ourselves and the State, we are feared by those around us who don’t understand that they are responsible for their own protection, and those whose own philosophies are pacifistic.

It isn’t the people willing to be violent-but-protective who are mentally unbalanced, but those who cannot and will not recognized that violence exists whether they want it to or not, and that being unprepared and unwilling to face it will not make it go away. (Read the piece by Rev. Sensing I referenced in Violence and the Social Contract for a more in-depth discussion on pacifism.)

There is one and only one way to overcome this fear, and that is familiarity. Abigail Kohn described her experience:

There was a time when I would not have wanted to touch a gun of any kind, much less spend part of an afternoon riding the back of a rocking mechanical pony and blazing away at a series of targets with revolvers, rifles, and shotguns. But that improbable picture is the culmination of a journey that took me from the ivory towers of academia to the shooting ranges of Northern California. Bluntly, I was surprised by what I found there. As a practicing anthropologist, I had set out in search of gun crazies, but what I found were regular folks — enthusiasts who relate to their guns in generally socially positive ways. These people are usually ignored by most media accounts of America’s “gun culture.”

“Refugee,” the author of that letter to Kim du Toit said:

To those of you who grew up with guns, I expect that what I’m about to say will seem painfully obvious. But I came to class late, and what I learned there is still fresh and vibrant.

I thought, all my life, that I couldn’t own a gun safely, that no one could, really. Guns were dangerous and icky. Even after I realized that the Second Amendment was not quite the shriveled, antiquated appendix I’d been taught, for a couple of years or so I still wobbled around with the training-wheel comfort of believing that while not all gun owners were necessarily gap-toothed red-necked fascist militia whackos, I myself ought not to own firearms. I was too clumsy and careless, and guns were still dangerous and icky.

Just before 9/11 I woke up to how quickly my liberty was eroding, and in a fit of anger and defiance started saving for a handgun while training with rentals. (Thanks to Harry at Texas Shooters Range here in Houston.) When I actually bought one (to the horror and confusion of my friends and family), having it around the house, carrying it in my car, talking about it, showing it off, and of course shooting and maintaining it, taught me what I could not learn from books, magazines, classes, or even Usenet:

It taught me that freedom takes practice.

A while back I did two pieces on Emily Yoffe, a Slate columnist and contributor to NPR who, as part of her continuing series “Human Guinea Pig” had taken the challenge to learn to shoot. In her Slate piece she related the following:

So anathema are guns among my friends that when one learned I was doing this piece, he opened his wallet, silently pulled out an NRA membership card, then (after I recovered from the sight) asked me not to spread it around lest his son be kicked out of nursery school. My entire experience with guns consisted of a riflery class at summer camp back when Millard Fillmore was president, and an afternoon 20 years ago shooting at tin cans with a friend.

It was not easy finding an instructor willing to take on a reporter who lived in the District. Looking for help, I called Gary Mehalik, director of communications of the National Shooting Sports Foundation, who offered to get me a setup in which a laser is inserted into a pistol, which I could then shoot into a specially equipped laptop computer that would track my accuracy. I worried that at the end of a day of typing on my computer, I would become addicted to shooting it—a journalist’s version of Elvis blasting his television when he saw performers he didn’t like. Then Mehalik realized he couldn’t send me the laser-equipped pistol: “As a D.C. resident, you of course are not allowed to use a firearm.”

She got her first exposure to anti-gun bigotry, and her first exposure to asinine gun laws – but she also exposed her own prejudice – being worried about becoming “addicted to shooting.” But her first actual shooting experience was an eye-opener:

The ammo itself made me uneasy, as if it could explode on contact, and I fumbled as I tried to load the shotgun. The first few shots didn’t go well. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears, and I realized that when you close both eyes as you pull the trigger, your clay target will fall to the ground intact. I slowed my breath, forced myself to keep one eye opened, and miraculously hit the thing. In the end I blasted 11 out of 25. Ricardo was thrilled and so was I. I felt even better about myself when, after I made Ricardo shoot a box of ammo, he hit only two more targets than I did.

I also transcribed her NPR interview with Alex Chadwick where Yoffe explained her reason for learning to shoot, which was similar to Abigale Kohn’s:

Well, guns are a big issue right now and I’m… I thought, I’ve gotta understand the rest of the country a little better. And, so I went to see if an absolute gun novice can learn to be a decent shot.

By the end of her experience, she’d been changed:

Chadwick:

So, how did you take to shooting, and are you any good? Could you hit the target?

Yoffe:

I’m darned good. What can I say? Everything has been a disaster in Human Guinea Pig, but I was hitting that thing, at.. My instructor Ricardo Royal put a paper plate out there, and I took his Sig-Sauer P226 9mm with a Crimson Trace laser grip…

Chadwick:

Huh?

Yoffe:

…and “Paper plate, make my day” I was hitting it.

Chadwick:

You sound like you actually know what that thing was. Is that a handgun or a bazooka?

Yoffe:

It’s a semiautomatic pistol.

Chadwick:

Oh.

It was the conclusion of the interview, though, that I found most pleasing:

Chadwick:

Ok, Emily. You know, you gave up being Mrs. D.C., you passed on being a street musician, you’re no longer a phone psychic. Are you actually going to be a shooter? Are you going to get a gun?

Yoffe:

Well, I live in Washington, D.C., which kind of precludes this. Un, unless I’m a criminal, of course. But I am thinking of taking my family out and having us all have a great time blasting at targets. I’ve also become… I see movies now in a different way. I look at people shooting in movies and think “There’s no follow-through there, you’re not gonna hit that person. You don’t know what you’re doing!”

Emily Yoffe hasn’t grasped the citizenship aspect of gun ownership, I think, though both Abigale Kohn and “Refugee” have. What she has done, as they have, is lost her fear.

While the total number of guns in America climbs by two to three million annually, the number of gun owners has been declining. If we wish to retain our right to arms, we’re going to have to address that. I offer to take novices shooting on the left column of this blog. James Rummel of Hell in a Handbasket does it as a vocation. Kim du Toit’s site, A Nation of Riflemen is dedicated to inspiring new shooters, and he gets letters from them. Publicola offers a list of us and other people willing to do the same.

We need more.

The only answer to fear is information and experience, and we need to be doing a better job, because the media is a difficult force to overcome. As I write this, my wife is watching MSNBC Investigates – Dark Heart, Iron Hand, and the topic is “Rampage Killers.” According to host John Seigenthaler, a rampage killing occurs in the United States some thirty times a year. The subject right now is the 1991 Luby’s cafeteria massacre in Killeen Texas. The subject before it was the 1984 San Ysidro, California McDonald’s massacre. In both stories there is much description of people cowering defenseless as they wait to be cold-bloodedly shot to death before the police can arrive.

In the Luby’s story, there is no mention of Suzanne Gratia-Hupp. There is no mention of defensive gun useage by anyone other than a law-enforcement officer.

But the blame for these rampage killings is placed on “the proliferation of firearms” and insane white men who enjoy violence and collect guns.

UPDATE 2/14: Jed at Freedomsight has an post on pretty much the same topic, Selling Fear and the Psychology of Gun Control, and Gunner at No Quarters has another sad example of gun phobia. Posse Incitatus points out a piece from June of last year on The Fear of Responsibility that dovetails nicely into the theme of this essay. He links in that to my also related piece Americans, Gun Controllers, and the “Aggressive Edge”. Good catch. He also has a new post on the topic, advising that the “public face” of the gun-rights movement needs to be that of Gary Cooper’s “Marshal Will Kane” in High Noon, rather than DeNiro’s “Travis Bickel” in Taxi Driver. But there’s that dichotomy again – authorized, responsible agent of the State vs. slavering untrustworthy civilian gun-nut. How many media images do we have of average, everyday people as responsible gun owners, anyway?

I think he missed the point. If we want to take the “nut” out of “gun nut,” image is irrelevant. We can’t overcome decades of propaganda. Only personal experience matters.

UPDATE 2/15: Denise of The Ten Ring is not so sanguine about the “take a novice shooting” suggestion as a cure, and with personal experience as evidence. She may have a very valid point. She notes, too, that my invitation has only garnered three takers to date. I’ve been passive about it. I’m going to have to become an active recruiter, I guess.

Additional update: Posse Incitatus objects to my “Will Kane / Travis Bickel” comparison.

UPDATE 2/16: James Rummel comments.