Moparmike
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Best damned day off I have had in months. I went to the range out at Hobb's Recreational area shooting range, off of Hwy 12 east of Rogers. Bit of a drive, but well worth it today.
I got out there with my dad's .22lr single shot, my WASR-10 Full-Cap (AK-style semi-auto), and my Czech 24/47 8mm Mauser, otherwise known as a Laudenboomingthumper. It packs a whollup.
When I arrived, there were a couple of people out there, just doing their thing with some pistols. I set up my target for the .22lr when they paused, and got setup to shoot @ 25yds. Now I dont get to shoot much, so I need some practice nonetheless. I flinch a little, even with ear protection shooting a .22lr. Stop laughing. Anyway, I am just plodding along: chamber, cock, breathe, slowly let half out, sqeeze, pop. Repeat. About 15rds go downrange, and I go to look at my target. Not a single G**d@mned hole in the paper. ***? So, I decide to change where I aim. Nada. One of the guys shooting there tried it. Guy seemed like he knew more than I did by his stance, and I was surprised when he missed. Ok, I had had enough of the .22.
They left, and I had the range to myself. Its not a large range, but its an outdoor range. I felt like I was the only person within 100miles, and that is exactly what I was needing. I had never felt so relaxed. That range is so beautiful. All of Arkansas's splendrous, majestic beauty just everywhere. It didnt feel like I was in the forest perse, but I could look and just 10ft to my left or right was nature like it had never been disturbed. Bird chirping, Butterflys that you never see in the city, a surprising lack of stinging insects and allergens. My oh my, it was exactly what I needed. I could just sigh and feel like I had the whole state to myself, and I just cant adequately describe how wonderfully relaxing it felt to be out there. It wasnt even hot, and there was a gentle breeze. Couldnt ask for more. Well, the Sweedish Bikini team with cold beers...anyway...
So, I bust out the AK when they left. Let the fun begin, hehehe. Blam.......Blam.......Blam.....Blam....Blam...Blam..Blam.Blam.BlamBlamBlamBlamBlam...
BlamBlamBlamBlamBlamBlamBlamBlamBlamBlam...Woohooo! I do about 2 mags worth, just pulling the trigger as soon as I have any sight picture. Damn that was fun!
Ok, now to the serious part. I get out the 8mm Mauser. In all of its steel-buttplated and freshly polyurethaned beauty. I put a towel under my shirt over my shoulder, because otherwise I cant shoot more than 5rds. I am shooting at 25yds, because the last time I shot it @ 100, 3rds out of 10 hit an 8.5x11" sheet of paper. This is with iron sights, which I suck at. Medal of Honor and its Playstation variants doesnt exactly prepare you for that.
Anyway, I slowed my breathing after chambering a round. It was steady on the jackstand (a subsitute for expensive bench resting equipment) and I sqeezed the trigger with the sights where I wanted them. BOOOMTHUMP!!! Well, it was on the paper, and pretty danged close to the dot. 19 more rounds and all of them on paper. Odd thing is that this gun when it gets hot starts sending its shots lower than when it starts, instead of many Remingtons and rising with heat. All in all, a good day.
I later discovered that the .22 shoots 3.5" high @ 10yds! ***? I most certainly think that a major sight adjustment is in order.
And then, my car started beckoning for me to push it to the limits. It seemed to like the curvy nature of the highway... 35mph corner??? Bah! 55mph and climbing, no tire sqealing and feeling like it wanted more...OOoooh. I get it out on the highway, and it beckons for more gas. Ooooh. 70...75....85...90...95...ahh, that feels good...DAMN. Road construction. Sigh. 15min waiting and creeping along, never getting above 20mph. Ok, so I get out of that. Yay. The car wants more gas....100mph, here I come. Wow, this car just glides along. Its been so long since I did what this car was made for: Cruising the Autobahn. Well, it had to settle for the Arkansabahn. (Ar-kan-sah-baahhn. Say it with me: Arkansabahn.) Otherwise known as I-540. People doing 80-90mph all the time...
Great day, all in all. Hope yalls was great too...
Best damned day off I have had in months. I went to the range out at Hobb's Recreational area shooting range, off of Hwy 12 east of Rogers. Bit of a drive, but well worth it today.
I got out there with my dad's .22lr single shot, my WASR-10 Full-Cap (AK-style semi-auto), and my Czech 24/47 8mm Mauser, otherwise known as a Laudenboomingthumper. It packs a whollup.
When I arrived, there were a couple of people out there, just doing their thing with some pistols. I set up my target for the .22lr when they paused, and got setup to shoot @ 25yds. Now I dont get to shoot much, so I need some practice nonetheless. I flinch a little, even with ear protection shooting a .22lr. Stop laughing. Anyway, I am just plodding along: chamber, cock, breathe, slowly let half out, sqeeze, pop. Repeat. About 15rds go downrange, and I go to look at my target. Not a single G**d@mned hole in the paper. ***? So, I decide to change where I aim. Nada. One of the guys shooting there tried it. Guy seemed like he knew more than I did by his stance, and I was surprised when he missed. Ok, I had had enough of the .22.
They left, and I had the range to myself. Its not a large range, but its an outdoor range. I felt like I was the only person within 100miles, and that is exactly what I was needing. I had never felt so relaxed. That range is so beautiful. All of Arkansas's splendrous, majestic beauty just everywhere. It didnt feel like I was in the forest perse, but I could look and just 10ft to my left or right was nature like it had never been disturbed. Bird chirping, Butterflys that you never see in the city, a surprising lack of stinging insects and allergens. My oh my, it was exactly what I needed. I could just sigh and feel like I had the whole state to myself, and I just cant adequately describe how wonderfully relaxing it felt to be out there. It wasnt even hot, and there was a gentle breeze. Couldnt ask for more. Well, the Sweedish Bikini team with cold beers...anyway...
So, I bust out the AK when they left. Let the fun begin, hehehe. Blam.......Blam.......Blam.....Blam....Blam...Blam..Blam.Blam.BlamBlamBlamBlamBlam...
BlamBlamBlamBlamBlamBlamBlamBlamBlamBlam...Woohooo! I do about 2 mags worth, just pulling the trigger as soon as I have any sight picture. Damn that was fun!
Ok, now to the serious part. I get out the 8mm Mauser. In all of its steel-buttplated and freshly polyurethaned beauty. I put a towel under my shirt over my shoulder, because otherwise I cant shoot more than 5rds. I am shooting at 25yds, because the last time I shot it @ 100, 3rds out of 10 hit an 8.5x11" sheet of paper. This is with iron sights, which I suck at. Medal of Honor and its Playstation variants doesnt exactly prepare you for that.
Anyway, I slowed my breathing after chambering a round. It was steady on the jackstand (a subsitute for expensive bench resting equipment) and I sqeezed the trigger with the sights where I wanted them. BOOOMTHUMP!!! Well, it was on the paper, and pretty danged close to the dot. 19 more rounds and all of them on paper. Odd thing is that this gun when it gets hot starts sending its shots lower than when it starts, instead of many Remingtons and rising with heat. All in all, a good day.
I later discovered that the .22 shoots 3.5" high @ 10yds! ***? I most certainly think that a major sight adjustment is in order.
And then, my car started beckoning for me to push it to the limits. It seemed to like the curvy nature of the highway... 35mph corner??? Bah! 55mph and climbing, no tire sqealing and feeling like it wanted more...OOoooh. I get it out on the highway, and it beckons for more gas. Ooooh. 70...75....85...90...95...ahh, that feels good...DAMN. Road construction. Sigh. 15min waiting and creeping along, never getting above 20mph. Ok, so I get out of that. Yay. The car wants more gas....100mph, here I come. Wow, this car just glides along. Its been so long since I did what this car was made for: Cruising the Autobahn. Well, it had to settle for the Arkansabahn. (Ar-kan-sah-baahhn. Say it with me: Arkansabahn.) Otherwise known as I-540. People doing 80-90mph all the time...
Great day, all in all. Hope yalls was great too...