Tuesday, December 30, 2008
A physician friend just sent it to me from the internet, and I thought I would post it here--because we can never forget the awful truth...if we give up our guns, we become slaves--or worse, exterminated.
A LITTLE GUN HISTORY
In 1929, the Soviet Union established gun control. From 1929 to 1953, about 20 million dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
In 1911, Turkey established gun control. From 1915 to 1917, 1.5 million Armenians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Germany established gun control in 1938 and from 1939 to 1945, a total of 13 million Jews and others who were unable to defend themselves were rounded up and exterminated.
China established gun control in 1935. From 1948 to 1952, 20 million political dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated
Guatemala established gun control in 1964. From 1964 to 1981, 100,000 Mayan Indians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
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Uganda established gun control in 1970. From 1971 to 1979, 300,000 Christians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Cambodia established gun control in 1956. From 1975 to 1977, one million educated people, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Defenseless people rounded up and exterminated in the 20th Century because of gun control: 56 million.
It has now been 12 months since gun owners in Australia were forced by new law to surrender 640,381 personal firearms to be destroyed by their own Government, a program costing Australia taxpayers more than $500 million dollars. The first year results are now in:
List of 7 items:
Australia-wide, homicides are up 3.2 percent.
Australia-wide, assaults are up 8.6 percent.
Australia-wide, armed robberies are up 44 percent (yes, 44 percent)!
In the state of Victoria alone, homicides with firearms are now up 300 percent. Note that while the law-abiding citizens turned them in, the criminals did not, and criminals still possess their guns!
While figures over the previous 25 years showed a steady decrease in armed robbery with firearms, this has changed drastically upward in the past 12 months, since criminals now are guaranteed that their prey is unarmed.
There has also been a dramatic increase in break-ins and assaults of the ELDERLY. Australian politicians are at a loss to explain how public safety has decreased, after such monumental effort, and expense was expended in successfully ridding Australian society of guns. The Australian experience and the other historical facts above prove it.
You won't see this data on the US evening news, or hear politicians disseminating this information.
Guns in the hands of honest citizens save lives and property and, yes, gun-control laws adversely affect only the law-abiding citizens.
Take note my fellow Americans, before it's too late!
The next time someone talks in favor of gun control, please remind them of this history lesson.
With guns, we are 'citizens'. Without them, we are 'subjects'.
During WWII the Japanese decided not to invade America because they knew most Americans were ARMED!
If you value your freedom, please spread this anti-gun control message to all of your friends.
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Wednesday, December 24, 2008
These pics were sent by Favorite Daughter who is embedded with the Nursing School at S.E. Louisiana University.
First, a couple of snow angels.
Boys being snow people.
This isn't anything special to you up in the frozen Nawth, but down here, it was quite the happening.
Must be all that global warming everyone keeps talking about.
Quick! Somebody notify Al Gore!
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Sunday, December 21, 2008
There are many ways to determine you have arrived.
As a politician or public person, to have a building, street or airport named after you is evidence you reached a high status, and if such occurs while you are still living — well, you’ve really made some sort of mark.
But all such vanity is fleeting, and unless you’ve graced the halls of Congress, the Supreme Court or the White House, you’re still small potatoes on the national scene.
I mean, yeah, everyone sees your name on that street sign. But how many people who read it really know who you are.
Now, if you are a gun, there is a much more definitive way to determine you’ve arrived, a way to tell you are on the lips, hearts and minds of most of the shooters of the free world.
And you are probably deep-seated in the psyche of gun lovers in places where to exhibit such enthusiasm would be grounds for long-term imprisonment.
The way to tell a gun has arrived is when Crimson Trace makes a Laser Grip for it.
The engineers at Crimson Trace Corporation have to have the constitutions and reflexes of western jackrabbits to stay ahead of the curve on all the new handguns introduced every year — and not all guns get specially designed grips that shoot a laser beam down their point of aim.
But if a handgun is brought to the marketplace and strikes a chord with the gun-buying public, rest assured Crimson Trace is going to figure out some way to put a laser-sighting device on it.
One new gun that was almost a foregone candidate for laser sights before it even hit the market was Ruger’s new LCP, or Lightweight Compact Pistol.
When the gun was introduced at the SHOT (Shooting, Hunting, and Outdoor Trades) show, the entire planned production run for the year was sold out before the gun was ever available to retailers. Yes, 90,000 is an incredible first order for anything.
At the 2008 National Rifle Association Convention in Louisville, Ky., in May, I saw Randall Pence, national sales manager for Ruger, standing in the company display with an LCP that managed to stay in his hand mere seconds before being handed, one-after-the-other, to fascinated gun nuts who wanted to palm, handle, feel and dry-fire this diminutive powerhouse. As fast as it was handed back, another person would snatch it out of Pence’s hands and examine the gun with expressions of fascination that a pistol could be that small and still carry seven rounds of .380 Auto in its innards.
The LCP has struck a responsive chord in the gun-buying public because it answers a need, and it has a reasonable price attached to it — two attributes famously associated with just about everything that ever came out of the factories of Bill Ruger.
The need is for a small, lightweight defensive pistol with enough gumption to be truly called
Such is decisively answered with the caliber — .380 Auto, or as it is known to Europeans, 9mm Kurz (Short). This is the ground floor caliber most experts consider adequate for personal defense. And there is a wellspring of types of bullets in this caliber to choose for self-defense.
The second attribute is addressed with a suggested retail price of $330. Now that the crunch is over, and retailers are actually able to lay some of these little rattlesnakes in their display cases, prices fluctuate in the $250-$300 range — a heck of a great price to pay for a pocket pistol that will slip into a jeans pocket, a small foldover wallet, a formal lady’s clutch for that very dressy occasion or tuck into a little clip holster for inside-the-belt carry.
With a 2.75-inch barrel, 9.4-ounce weight, overall length of 5.16 inches and an overall height of 3.6 inches, the LCP redefines the meaning of “subcompact” with a profile by which all others will now be measured.
Oh, did I mention, it is only .82 inches wide?
A few years back, standing around with other firearms instructors for my agency, one of them pulled out a little single-action North American Arms .22 revolver.
These thumb-sized revolvers were all the rage years ago, and even were incorporated into belt buckles where they looked ornamental, but could be popped out in stressful times. Such an ornament earned one brain surgeon a trip to our local hospitality suite when we walked him out of a bar, and I noticed his buckle. His protestations it was only a buckle insulted my intelligence, and he caught a charge for carrying a firearm into a barroom.
But I digress. When the instructor pulled his out to show everyone, I, among others, sneered mightily about “mouse guns.”
Raising one finger like a kindly professor instructing eager acolytes, he intoned: “It only has to hold 'em off long enough for me to get to the truck... If I get to the truck, I win.”
With the little LCP powerhouse, you don’t have to worry about getting to the truck — you can hold 'em off with six rounds of .380 in the magazine and one in the chamber.
And now, Crimson Trace has assured the LCP of iconic status by designing an innovative laser sight that clips on the front of the trigger guard, altering the outline of the gun only slightly, and adding practically nothing to its weight.
In October, at the annual SEOPA (Southeastern Outdoor Writers Conference) in Gatlinburg I got to shoot the laser-equipped LCP. Using the laser sight and a slow measured fire, I was able to drop three 8-inch plates in six shots with the LCP at 20 feet. With an 8-pound, safety-conscious trigger pull, I was plenty proud of the accomplishment.
I’ve shot the LCP on several different occasions. As with all things Ruger, I have found it to be well-designed, comparatively inexpensive and utterly, absolutely dependable — a subcompact by which all others will be compared.
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Friday, December 19, 2008
There's nothing much more fun than busting cans with a rimfire. It's a great way to introduce beginning shooters to the sport, and if you fill the cans with water, you can really impress them with the power of even the lowly .22.
One of the earliest tests I ever remember seeing in a magazine was a "baffle board" container exhibit.
1" white pine boards were slotted into a wooden box 1" apart. A .22 Long Rifle fired into the box penetrated seven of the boards and was stopped by the eighth. Any bullet that can penetrate seven inches of white pine is capable of doing serious damage.
Of course, you've probably heard of what is called the "Coroners' Big Three." The guns most used in homicides resulting in coroner autopsies are purported to be the .22, .38 Special, and shotguns.
That's apocryphal, but colorful and interesting. And with the explosion of popularity in the 1990's of semi-automatic handguns, it's probably suspect. But it illustrates a point. A hell of a lot of people get shot with "mouse guns"--small-caliber handguns that tear a thin wound channel with a small crush cavity. And they die. Maybe not as quickly as with larger calibers--but enough people are put away by them each year to give strength to the old saw that the most important gun to have in a gunfight is the gun you brought to the gunfight.
A few years ago a new rimfire cartridge was introduced which claimed much higher levels of stopping power than even the hyper-velocity .22 cartridges that were becoming popular.
Upon striking water or flesh, the bullet, which is striated in three places, separates into three tiny projectiles flying off at extreme angles from each other.
The interesting thing about these new bullets exhibited itself in tests--if you fired them into a dry medium, they acted like normal .22 rounds, simply punching through. But if you fired into containers of water, these literally exploded with the impact of the round.
The photographs show the results of shooting the can on the left with Remington High Speed Golden .22 hollowpoints. As you can see, the aluminum soft drink can was split open with a large exit cavity as the water was pushed out in front of the projectile.
But the two cans on the right show the effects of CCI .22 Quik-Shok. These nasty little rounds separate within an inch of hitting moisture, and blow the cans apart. It is dramatic and impressive to see the cans explode at the impact of the bullet.
Shoot a regular high speed .22 hollowpoint at a gallon milk jug filled with water, and it will split the seams of the plastic, causing an impressive bulge as the water leaks out. Shoot a Quik-Shok round through another jug, and the tiny projectiles will push a hand-sized piece of plastic out of the back of the jug. The jug won't leak out rapidly--there won't be any water left in it.
I once tried a test to see how far apart the projectiles would be in the distance of the approximate width of the human body. I propped a piece of cardboard about three feet by four feet some six inches from the rear of a gallon milk jug filled with water.
Firing a single Quik-Shok round from my old Ruger Mark II with a six-inch bull barrel, I centered the jug and watched water soak the cardboard in a surfer's wave from top to bottom.
There were three small holes in the wet cardboard approximately two feet from each other in a triangular pattern. The milk jug was destroyed, of course. I estimated the projectiles took off at 45 degree angles from each other within an inch of striking a liquid medium. This angle of dispersion would make a devastating wound channel within the width of a human body.
It is doubtful, of course, that the small projectiles would penetrate completely through the width of a human body anyway.
Early testimonials to the company described shooting feral dogs the sizes of Rottweilers and German Shepherds, and having them drop instantly--dead when they hit the ground. One gentleman from New Orleans described joining the Jefferon Parish Sheriff's Office SRT team as they embarked on a nighttime assault against nutria (a large muskrat-like rodent that burrows and was destroying the canal banks in Jefferson Parish.)
As he told it, every nutria shot by everyone else made it to the water, unless anchored by a head shot. Every rat he shot in the body with Quik-Shok died where it was hit, never even trying to get to the water.
Tom Burcynski, the inventor of the Hydra-Shok bullet, now one of the baseline self-defense loads in all calibers, designed the Quik-Shok to overcome the drawbacks of earlier "stressed" bullets that either did not separate, or cost a small ransom to shoot. Internet searches reveal lots of different tests of not only the .22 round, but QUIK SHOK centerfire rounds also.
In the rimfire, opinions as to the effectiveness of the rounds seem mixed--and frequently seem biased towards the authors' own preferences in rimfire ammo. But many of the ballistic gelatin tests, both independently conducted, and by the manufacturer, show some impressive wound channels--looking more like centerfire than what is normally caused by rimfire rounds.
And, until someone actually shoots a miscreant with this stuff, I guess we'll never really know. Nothing works like street experience.
But judging from testimonials from people who have used Quik-Shok on animals, and my own numerous water tests, I personally carry it in my .22's for defense.
I'm not advocating .22's as the end-all, be-all for self-defense. But if you have one, and carry it at all as a backup or primary piece, you would be well-advised to test some Quik-Shok.
And watching those cans explode, and getting showered with water from ten and twelve feet is impressive, too.
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Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Soft gray light through the trees. The smell of rain. The rhythmic pat, pat, pat of water dripping onto wet leaves.
My dad and I are the only ones there to sense it all. It’s a magical solitude that has been felt so many times before, from ancient times to the Information Age. So is the spell of the hunt, forever passed down to the next generation.
On this particular morning we’re seeking wood ducks. They’ll fly from their roosts soon, when the sun begins to materialize over the eastern hills. I’ll lie in ambush at one of their favorite landing places, a bend in the creek affectionately dubbed Zorro Bend by my dad.
The creek is just ahead through the trees now. A slight catch of excitement rises in my throat. Will they already be there? Once in sight of the water, I drop to my hands and knees and crawl forward, checking every inch of the creek while my dad hangs back. Soon, when it’s apparent they haven’t yet arrived, I rise and creep to my seat.
I settle down on the wet ground, my back against the old familiar oak tree, my toes within about two feet of the creek. My eyes begin to scan the surrounding area, my mind to analyze it.
There is the deep, rich mud-smell of the creek; a soothing, natural scent linked with some of my fondest memories. There is the chill in the air; not hard cold, but a refreshing, nippy cool in the light breeze. The gray light is getting a bit brighter through the heavy clouds, revealing the swollen water of the creek hastening past under its thick, almost impenetrable fog blanket. I drink it all in.
This is life at its best.
I sit perfectly still; meditating, watching squirrels chase one another through the cypress treetops. Then, suddenly, a wavering whistle breaks my trance. Wings! Three ducks fly overhead, barely visible through the treetops, too far away for a shot. They don’t circle or land, but continue away from me. I relax, listening to their distinctive cry of “wheep wheeeeep whuup” as it rings hauntingly through the swamp, fading, fading away.
I smile. There will be more.
And so, ten minutes later, I’ve readied myself for the two that land. They crash onto the water downstream from me, out of sight in the thick fog.
I remain motionless. Wood ducks almost always swim upstream. And so they do: two small phantoms in the blanket of white vapor, paddling with determination against the creek’s strong current.
It is a male and his mate. The male is a sparkling gem of iridescent colors, a glistening rainbow even in the dull light. His companion is also iridescent, but colored mostly olive drab. It seems that some master artist painted every shade and line on their bodies.
Breathing raggedly, I move my shotgun into position in slow motion. The male duck is closer to me than his mate—an easier shot. I press my cheek hard against the cool wood of the gun’s stock and line the sights up with the male’s head. I pause with my finger on the trigger, oddly uncertain.
The male stops swimming and seems to freeze in place. His round, black eye blinks once, focusing directly on my face. We stare at one another. Years pass in the half-second that our eyes are locked.
Somehow, some way, I sense in that moment that he knows why I’m there and he is ready.
I pull the trigger.
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
This suit, filed first in February of 2006, demanded the city begin proceedings to return the over 800 guns stored in an NOPD evidence trailer. These guns had been illegally confiscated by law enforcement from the law abiding citizenry of New Orleans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.
In April of 2007, I put together a team of experts and accompanied Dan Holliday to New Orleans to begin a long-awaited gun inventory. Dan is the attorney from Baton Rouge representing the SAF/NRA.
We had finally gained access to the guns being held by the NOPD, and we started a lengthy inventory of these wretched, filthy, rusted guns.
Still another 19 months would pass before the courts finally had enough, and ordered New Orleans to begin proceedings to return as many guns as possible. The court further ordered a permanent injunction against the city to never again illegally seize firearms from citizens without just cause.
There was much grumbling and protestations on the gun blogs, sites, and in magazines about the shame of allowing those who had basically committed armed robbery by cop to escape all consequences. Basically, the complaints went, New Orleans got off with a slap on the wrist, and the only good coming out of this was at least some of the guns would be given back.
Having lived with this case for three years and having been intimately enough involved to have written a book about it, I think the record now needs to be set straight.
The NRA and SAF got exactly what they were looking for the entire time.
Before Hurricane Katrina, it was a well-known practice of NOPD to seize guns from citizens during traffic stops, telling them they could get their guns back when they showed up at the precinct with a receipt proving ownership. For more details on this practice, go to my column here:
As we detailed in the book, these practices were one of the things that led to the wholesale confiscation of guns by every stripe of law enforcement in the madness after Katrina.
The Second Battle of New Orleans was the court battle between the gun organizations and the city over the guns held by the city. The NRA/SAF wanted the order of a permanent injunction against the city which prohibits them from ever again taking a gun from a citizen illegally.
The following quote was taken from the NRA Institute for Legislative Action website for October 8, 2008:
Under the terms of the injunction, Mayor Ray Nagin, Police Chief Warren Riley and any agents or employees of the City of New Orleans shall:
• cease and desist confiscating lawfully-possessed firearms from all citizens;
• make an aggressive attempt to return any and all firearms which may have been confiscated during the period August 29 to December 31, 2005;
• within one month of the settlement, post on the City website the procedure for the return of confiscated firearms. This notice must include an interactive form for those claiming firearms to fill out, resulting in timely transmission of the information to the appropriate official. All other information on claiming a firearm will also be included on the site.
• within one month of the settlement, the City must mail notices to all individuals who are identified on the property tags of firearms in the City's possession which were confiscated during the aftermath of Katrina.
“On behalf of the lawful gun owners of New Orleans, NRA is pleased with this outcome,” said Chris W. Cox, NRA’s chief lobbyist. “We thank Judge Barbier for his leadership and constitutional scholarship in presiding over our lawsuit. NRA will continue to aid however we can in the full return of all the firearms confiscated by the City.”
What should be pointed out here, in spite of the constant harping by the media about the guns, it was never really about the guns in storage!
Law enforcement officials seized what is now believed to be thousands of guns from citizens for months following Hurricane Katrina. The correspondingly small number of guns which were stored were only those turned in to NOPD—and few of those were of any great worth.
Quotes from officers in depositions to NRA/SAF investigators stated most of the quality guns were kept while the junk was tossed in the lakes and canals of New Orleans. A lot of the guns stored were junk which were turned in as red herrings to show the guns were not being stolen.
Those guns became the public focal point in the battle between the NRA/SAF and New Orleans.
But the permanent injunction is what the gun rights organizations wanted, and is the reason for the continued fight and resistance by the city. A permanent injunction doesn’t leave a lot of wiggle room the next time a traffic cop steals a handgun from a motorist.
With the permanent injunction now in place against the city, ANY violation of this injunction by any representative of the city can result in the city being immediately cited for violating the injunction, opening the way for serious penalties.
As Dan Holliday described it to me, the purpose was always to gain the permanent injunction. Thus it is recorded in federal court that the city may never again take any guns from any citizen without due process.
This allows a complaint to be brought directly and instantly to the court, and places New Orleans in contempt of a federal court order—a situation taken seriously by the courts and those in contempt. Such an action could result in jail time and fines for the mayor and superintendent if such actions occur again.
So the next time you’re stopped in New Orleans, if the cop takes your gun, and offers some song and dance about you don’t have a receipt so therefore you have no proof you own it, be sure and get his/her name. And keep the ticket as proof of the stop--and call the NRA and the SAF.
This time, we have a hammer.
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Saturday, December 6, 2008
That's her, on the left, with one of the other most important females in my life--my best hunting partner, great rifle shooter, and sometimes (when Dad breaks loose to take her) excellent fishing partner.
Thinking back now, I am amazed to realize in nearly thirty years, she never bit, kicked, bucked, or threw me off. She never fell with me. I never hit the ground in all the years I rode her, and I have to sit here now thinking on it to appreciate how unbelievable that is.
And I love Velvet, and her ride is good. And I walk out of the house in the morning and of all the horses, she is the one that will leave the grass and walk to the fence, hanging her head over for a rub or scratch--we have bonded.
But no matter how much I have come to love Velvet, and love to ride her, she will never be the ride I experienced with Joker.
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Thursday, December 4, 2008
Shortly after I began shooting, I discovered Robert Ruark, who wrote for many of the big outdoor magazines in the fifties and sixties, and began his series of columns that would later become one of the all time hunting classics, “The Old Man and the Boy.” I devoured everything he wrote.
Ruark wrote about all kinds of hunting, and his greatest love was hunting in Africa—going out into the bush and “walloping” an amazing variety of game—including a lot that would turn nasty in a heartbeat and attack you. His joking reference to “walloping” referred to the immense cartridges of the safaris, and what they did to the game they hit—they “walloped” them.
I now, after all these years, know what Ruark was talking about.
I just spent the afternoon testing and firing a break-action single-shot rifle from CVA (Connecticut Valley Arms—one of the biggest manufacturers of muzzleloaders and primitive rifles in the country.)
The rifle they sent me to test is the new Optima Elite—a break-action rifle that has interchangeable barrels…you can go from muzzleloader in .45 or .50 caliber to a centerfire single-shot in quick time—and the choices of calibers go from .222 and .223 through a plethora of popular calibers all the way up to the venerable old .45-70.
Since more states are expanding the definition of primitive weapons, what used to be called “muzzleloader season” is considerably more in some areas. Some states now consider a firearm “primitive” if its design, and the cartridge it fires, were in production before 1900.
Enter the CVA Optima Elite in .45-70. The cartridge is a classic, of course. It was carried by the U.S. Army in the Sharps Rolling Block carbines, saw action in the Indian wars in the last quarter of the 19th century, and fed a lot of buffalo meat to railroad men during the push to cross the continent with rails.
The designation referred to a .45 caliber bullet, pushed by 70 grains of blackpowder—a stout load back then which decisively stopped whatever it hit. The strength and popularity of the cartridge has remained strong, and many well-known rifle manufacturers chamber rifles for it today.
But whether you want this rifle to expand your seasons by allowing you to make “primitive” hunts with a single-shot centerfire cartridge, or you are such a purist only a front-stuffer will do to hunt during the primitive season, this versatile piece will answer practically all your needs.
CVA has done it right on this package—the gun I received had a premium Bergara barrel—manufactured in a region of Spain famed for producing fine fireams.
But CVA went further by contracting with Ed Shilen to oversee the design and manufacture of these barrels on most of their upper end guns. Shilen’s barrels are famed throughout the shooting world as some of the finest custom-made tubes available. With Ed Shilen, you’re getting a barrel designed by a guy with 13 world benchrest titles who has been inducted into the Benchrest Hall of Fame.
But everything about this gun is quality. I was impressed with the whole package which consisted of the Bergara barrel, on which was mounted a Bushnell 3X9 variable scope, pop-up scope caps, a contour sling, and one of the most effective and comfortable recoil pads I have ever pressed into my shoulder.
I don’t own a scope that does not have pop-up scope covers. I like being able to keep my glass covered and clean until I’m ready to shoot, and then with the push of a finger on the front, and my thumb on the back, I’m ready to shoot.
This package came with “Bushwhacker” pop-up mounts. These seemed to be of a little less expensive manufacture—the back cover doesn’t release from a button like my regular style covers. But these work, and are less intrusive on the ends of the scope—simpler made, and smaller to boot—a plus in my book, since they work well.
The scope was attached to the barrel with a type of rings and mounts new to me. Durasight’s Z-2 alloy is claimed to be 50% stronger than aluminum, yet is priced about the same.
While I’ve never been a real fan of Weaver-style mounts—a flat mounting base on which the rings holding the scope are clamped and held with a variety of screw systems—this setup intrigued me. The vertical split rings were generously proportioned, and looked strong and solid. In addition, the mounting grooves were deep, and held by Torx® screws—an increasingly popular way of securing rings to bases.
The setup looked and felt overbuilt—something I definitely like in my rings and bases. You can have the most accurate barrel ever built, and a custom scope worth the price of a small car, and if the two are not solidly mated, you have nothing except a rifle that won’t shoot well.
The sling bears a mention. Quake Industries manufactures an entire line of contour slings for long guns they call “The Claw.” The pad is of a rubber-like compound that is molded into the sling webbing, allowing about ½” of stretch—this spreads the weight of the firearm across your shoulder, greatly increasing the load bearing area, and making the rifle easier to carry. In addition, it is very non-slip. It is an innovative and comfortable design, and one I intend to use on my other rifles.
I don’t know what CVA did to invent their recoil pad on this Optima Elite—it’s called “Crush Zone™,” and that aptly describes its effectiveness. I shot near a box of Hornady LeverRevolution 325 grain .45-70 ammunition in the late afternoon wearing nothing on my upper torso but a t-shirt. The recoil from this cartridge on this seven pound rifle is fierce—I came as close to getting “scope-eye” with this one as I have in decades. And my shoulder is not bruised at all. The Crush Zone™ pad is an excellent addition to an excellent system.
I also liked the Monte Carlo-style cheekpiece hump in the Optima Elite injection-molded stock…it just seemed to fit, and my cheek nestled perfectly into place on it each time.
So after all these impressive cosmetics, how did the rifle shoot?
The picture tells the tale—once I got it tuned in and on the paper, I settled into the gun, and brought in some impressive groups. Only after finishing the session did I realize the targets had been set up at 115 yards instead of 100.
The target pictured shows two groups of three. The first had two bullet holes touching, and another landing just inside an inch. Some gun writers measure inner edge to outer edge of the two holes furthest apart—thus giving the rifle the benefit of the doubt.
I don’t like this method, however. To me, minute-of-angle means exactly that—the rifle prints all the rounds inside an inch—and this one did it exactly.
It was gratifying to turn the Bushnell scope 12 clicks to the left (each click is ¼ inch), and see the next bullet move almost exactly three inches to the left, printing two inches above the aiming point on the target. The next bullet touched that hole. The next was a flyer—probably the result of aging eyes that prefer a more powerful scope, and the fact we were shooting 15 yards further than we should have been. The group still fell well within 1 ½ inches—the CVA brochures claim custom performance without the custom price—indeed, the package delivers as promised.
What is there to say? CVA has a winner here. An interchangeably barreled rifle that will allow the dedicated hunter to hunt muzzleloader and centerfire. And a cartridge that prints thumb-sized holes in paper, travels 2050 feet per second, allows you to print three inches high at 100 yards, and prints only four inches low at 200 yards is definitely going to “wallop” a deer, or anything else you might want to sling it towards.
While he has been passed on for many years, I can’t help but think Ruark would have approved mightily of this rifle—and loved the new Hornady cartridge.
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Monday, December 1, 2008
In the last 30 days, I have fielded SIX questions from people who have either bought a gun from an individual, inherited a gun, or were given a gun by someone. One fellow inherited a deer rifle from his wife’s deceased uncle. Said uncle had bought the gun legally in a store in Mississippi, and later moved to Louisiana. When he passed, the gun ended up with his niece’s husband.
On a recent deer hunting trip to Texas, the fellow worried himself sick because his father was driving too fast, and they were sure to be stopped, and he had this unregistered deer rifle that had been brought in from another state.
Another gentleman was asking how to set up a blackpowder shooting match as a fundraiser for the local fire department. And he wanted to be sure and get the local sheriff’s office involved to be able to check and make sure all the guns used in the contest were properly registered.
In every case, these honest, law-abiding citizens, most of whom had legally received a firearm from an individual, or were preparing to purchase one from another individual, were asking either how to go about registering their firearm, or change the registration in their own names.
What frightened me most about these questions was the absolute naivete of these people—their acceptance of a supposed condition that should be as abhorrent to them as themselves and their children being forced into slavery.
But all too many people today, in spite of the gun confiscations of the citizenry of New Orleans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, and the U.S. Supreme Court decision in the Heller case to overthrow the restrictive gun ownership laws of Washington D.C., still do not understand the dangers of gun registration.
And this means we as members of the gun culture are doing a poor job of educating our fellow citizens to the threat to personal liberty that will occur if we ever see some form of national gun registration.
I think many people are confused on the laws, and many of these are gun owners. One of the actions that muddies the water, and make many people believe we actually have gun registration is the FBI NICS check.
The National Instant Criminal Background Check System (“NICS”) is a background check that must be performed by any Federal Firearms Licensee (FFL) when he sells a gun to an individual.
When a person goes to a store to buy a gun, he (or she) must fill out a standard firearms purchase Form #4473 which asks some cursory background questions. The dealer then calls the NICS number and reads the individual information to an FBI computer geek.
A quick background check of the individual purchaser is run, to determine if he/she has outstanding warrants, has been convicted of a felony, or other criminal activity.
Normally this action takes only a few seconds, and the NICS checker gives the retailer the go-ahead to “Proceed” with the sale.
If the information on the individual is not instantly available, or there is a computer problem, the retailer will be instructed to hold the sale. The customer will then be told to return in three days. If the NICS system has not contacted the retailer in that time, the retailer may sell the gun to the individual.
Once the NICS system has given the go-ahead to allow the sale to proceed, all pertinent information on the purchaser MUST be eradicated from the system within 24 hours. The FBI has been mandated by Congress and federal law NOT to use this information to build a standing record of firearms owners—in other words, a gun registration database. Many firearms enthusiasts do not trust the system, and fear a national firearms owners database could be built from these checks.
The Form 4473 which is filled out by each purchaser stays in the possession of the gun dealer—it is not transmitted to the federal government in any way. But BATFE compliance agents make periodic checks of gun dealer records to ensure they are maintaining their records properly. The records stay in the possession of the firearms dealer as long as the business remains in operation. Once the business closes, the forms must be returned to BATFE--many consider this to be a back-door form of registration, but it applies only to guns purchased from licensed dealers.
Because of these forms, and the checking through NICS, many people assume some form of gun registration is in place--with the 4473 forms, it is a tenuous connection but does exist.
That they are not offended by this presumption absolutely frightens me.
Another important thing to remember is there is no requirement to register a gun, or conduct an NICS check on sales or transfers of guns between individuals.
One of the questions I have received recently was how one person could transfer the registration of a handgun from the guy selling to the guy buying. I actually fielded this question twice in one week.
There is NO registration of guns sold or given by one individual to another. It would behoove you to get a bill of sale describing the gun, its serial number, and the name of the person you are buying it from. This will forego any problems if the gun should turn up as stolen. You can then show you made an honest purchase, or received the gun as a gift, and direct the law enforcement personnel to the person from whom you received the gun.
So please, please spread the word.
There is no need for official background investigations in gun transfers between private individuals. And the background checks through licensed dealers are exactly that—cursory background checks—and the information must be destroyed in 24 hours if the sale is allowed to proceed.
And while you are educating your friends, tell them why they should be afraid of something they seem so readily able to accept—that registration leads to confiscation—and it is our guns that keep us free.
The Second Amendment was not, and was never intended to be a protection of hunting rights, or the right to keep a gun for fun. The Second Amendment was designed by the founding fathers to give the people a way to protect themselves from the founding fathers.
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