Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 9, No. 11 October, 2001
Hunting Season
Go! Stalk the red deer o'er the heather.
Ride! Follow the fox if you can.
But for pleasure and profit together
Allow me the hunting of man.
Kipling
So now we have the great hunt of the 21st
century. Possibly the great hunt of all time. We know this man's
name and we know what he looks like (which is more than Hanneken
had going for him). We know approximately where he is, but we are
not really sure of that. What is clear is that you cannot hunt down
a man by dropping things on him from above. You have to confront
him in person and cut him down. We cannot but wonder who will take
the prize.
And prize it is - because this fellow, whom we shall refer to
henceforth as OBL, is said to stand 6' 5" and could properly
be referred to as a "trophy rag-head." Any Arab this long should
certainly go in the record book. It would make a better story if he
were taken by a civilian, rather than a soldier, but we will accept
whatever we can get. Let us now propose an "Osama bin Lottery" with
the grand prize going to the one who predicts the exact date of the
man's demise - secondary prizes going to prediction of the
month and the week.
The pundits insist that we should not
allow this major piece of history to lead us into a holy war, but
somehow I do not think we can prevent that. The WTC atrocity had a
purpose, and that purpose was religious, whether we like it or not.
We did not start it. They did. And we cannot sensibly propose that
they did not know what they were doing. OBL proclaims that the
United States of America must be destroyed. I do not see how we can
go along with that, so let slip the dogs of war! We did not choose
this, but now we have no other choice.
It has always seemed obvious to us that
the pilots of commercial airlines should not only be armed, but
skilled. As we have often insisted, a man is not armed because he
carries a weapon, but only if he has the skill to use it. This
means that if we suddenly need several thousand moderately-skilled
defensive pistoleros to man our airplanes, we must come up
with some way of assuring them of the skill to use their sidearms.
This is not something one can do by simply pushing a button.
Weaponcraft is a medium-level art, of about the same difficulty as,
say, playing the guitar. A guitarist must learn how to play his
instrument, and he can achieve that either by being taught or on
his own. Self-training, either with the guitar or with the handgun,
is possible, but unnecessarily difficult. If we are going to
produce several thousand, reasonably well-trained pilots in a
hurry, we face a large administrative problem. To begin with, "Who
will teach the teachers?" If the administration is serious about
this, it is high time to address the problem and to address it
seriously.
I must apologize profoundly for the delay
in the offering of this communication, but the war caught me
somewhat aslant, and the worldwide conflagration preempts our
concerns with mechanics, dexterity, product development, and
"business as usual." This war that has been forced upon us will
probably not be heavily influenced by smallarms or smallarms
techniques; however, every little bit helps, and the more we know
about fighting the better off we will be.
We are off now to the annual TR
Memorial and Gunsite Reunion. In preparation for this, we
should all be reading and re-reading the published works of
Theodore Roosevelt, Jr., whose gifts for communication possibly
exceed the other outstanding facets of his personality. He was not
only a communicator, but an appreciator, and such people, rare as
they are, are assets to civilization. TR did everything, noticed
everything, and then wrote it down so skillfully that he makes us
partners in his splendidly adventurous life. He was alive when
Hanneken got Peralte. I doubt if they ever met, but they certainly
would have enjoyed each other's personalities. Sadly enough, we
have no one today skillful enough to go in and fetch out OBL, but
the story is not yet over. We breathlessly anticipate its
conclusion.
At school here we notice certain minor
functioning problems in the "miniature 45s." The Commander action
works very well as a rule, but when you cut the piece down to cell
phone size the various reciprocal operations do not always
complement themselves satisfactorily.
We note that the distinguished Dave Tubb
has released a book entitled "The One Mile Shot." If anyone
knows about shooting at distances like that, Dave should be the
man, but what we need to know about a one mile shot is somewhat
problematical. The 30-06, and others cartridges of its class, will
certainly kill at a range of one mile, but it is difficult to
hypothesize a scenario in which that sort of thing might be an
objective. Remember the rule of the rifleman, "If you can get
closer, get closer. If you can get steadier, get steadier." Of
course if all you are trying to do is prove that you can do
something, you are involved in a different game.
"When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's
plains,
And the women come out to cut up your remains,
Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldier."
Kipling
We are amused by the continuous use of the
adjective "innocent" when applied to "civilians." It is not clear
to me that civilians are necessarily innocent. The term innocent
signifies "not guilty," and by extension it might be proposed that
putting on a uniform automatically makes the wearer guilty of
something or other, such as fighting for his country. It seems that
the term "non-combatant" is preferable to "innocent
civilian."
It has been suggested that you can really
upset a Moslem if you undertake to sew up his dead body in a skin
of a pig. If we are going to play this game, we should explore all
possibilities.
It may be just as well that this new war
will probably not be affected much by the individual use of
smallarms, since the mountaineers of Turkestan inherit a cultural
tradition of marksmanship. These mountaineers tend to be shooters,
and it is wise to avoid fighting against shooters, as the British
discovered a hundred years ago in Africa. It would be an
exaggeration to say that Afghans are shooters just because they are
Afghans, but an Afghan is more likely to be a good shot than most
people.
I find it pretty curious to reflect that
it is a common belief in Washington that if we have a regulation
forbidding clandestine assassination, we will thereby obviate
clandestine assassination. I have a modest degree of acquaintance
with the spook business and I can say that if an operation is
clandestine, it is secret. You cannot very well forbid something
that is secret from happening, since its very happening is secret.
If our Chief Executive Officer wants somebody dead, and that person
dies, there is obviously no place for anyone to establish
responsibility. If we claim that it is forbidden for us to do such
things, what effect does that have upon the fact that such things
are already done? It might be said that in principle there can be
no accountability for a secret act. One is put in mind of the
Shakespearean conflict between Henry II and Thomas a'Beckett. In a
rage the King cries out, "Will no one rid me of this meddlesome
priest!" Then when Beckett is killed the King can whimper, "Oh, but
I didn't mean that!" When you get to working with omerta you
can sometimes lose track of events. It is difficult to kill
somebody important on the quiet because his death acquires too much
attention. On the other hand, pedestrian spooks, if we may call
them that, drop out of sight quite frequently and not much is made
of it. At this time, of course, while OBL is very important, his
death will not give rise to any sort of hand-wringing.
But, of course, we should drop any talk of "bringing him to
justice." He has already been brought to justice, in his own eyes,
and if he is as good a Muslim as he claims to be, death has no
terrors for him. As I see it, we do not seek "justice," partly
because we cannot define it, but we do seek retribution, and that
we shall achieve.
So let us be judgmental, for
Heaven's sake! That equipment up between your ears, which was
provided you by God, is there to make judgments. There are such
things as good and evil. Think about them. There are such things as
right and wrong. Think about them. If you do not make judgments
about such matters, you are a moral blob, fit only for jobs which
are better handled by robots.
During the confusion of the past few
weeks, we caught one sequence on the tube of a Gurkha outfit
exercising with kukris. This struck a spark. Perhaps we
should organize a special Gurkha brigade with the mission of doing
in OBL. The Gurkhas love to fight and they prize cold steel. They
are mountaineers and not only inured to high altitude hardship, but
superbly disciplined. I think we would all feel better if we knew
that this pest control brigade had been set up and was now
operational. Let us set up an ornamental presentation kukri
to be handed to the man who does the job.
It is rather amusing in a way to note
comments in the media to the effect that the purchase of personal
firearms has gone up sharply since the day of The Attack.
Out here in the American West we do not rush out and buy a gun when
we perceive a threat. We do not need to - we've got
our guns.
At this stage in the development of
smallarms, we have almost abandoned the idea of metallic sights for
rifles. That is to say, the gun trade has gone that route, but I
personally do not follow it. I have long pointed out that I do not
think a telescopic sight is the proper arrangement for dangerous
game. No matter how dangerous a wild beast may be, he cannot hurt
you unless he can touch you, which means that if you have to shoot
to save your life, you will be working at very short range. A big,
dangerous animal at short range does not present much of a sighting
problem, but if you are going to set your rifle up for this
situation, you should try to do it right. Specifically I think the
proper iron sight for dangerous game is a ghost-ring, which is an
aperture sight with a large diameter aperture and a thin rim.
Most people who think about this have arrived at the same
conclusions, but just what sort of front sight is best is
not so obvious. Personally I do not fancy a round bead, despite the
verdict of years. A bead is quick enough, but its curved top
surface is imprecise by comparison with a square post. It may be
claimed that precision is not very important when shooting
defensively at short range, but I do not think that means we should
ignore the subject.
Traditionally, that exposed front sight out at the end of the rifle
is fragile. If the shooter is not careful, he can bang it on
things. Thus it is commonly protected by either ears or a hood.
Those ears were originally vertical on the great M1 rifle, but some
organizations reported that it was easy for a recruit to become
excited and use one of the ears rather than the front sight when
shooting. Thus those ears were bent outward, and this is one
reasonably successful solution to the problem. Ears of any kind,
however, are mud grabbers, and while one should certainly keep his
rifle's muzzle out of the mud, circumstances sometimes get out of
hand. Thus many military front sights are hooded by a metal shroud
which passes clear over the top. This works fairly well, but it is
still subject to bending and the acquisition of trash.
After many long years of study I have come up with what I think is
the best solution to this matter. I like a broad, heavy, black ramp
with a narrow median strip which projects about an 1/8" above the
ramp and is by choice filled with flash orange pigment. The
shoulders of the base ramp offer quite good protection against
bumps and jars. The square inner post offers good vertical
precision and the center "flash strip" offers practically
instantaneous pick up. There are no ears and no hood to pick up
trash. When combined with a proper rear ghost-ring, this is the
best answer for "up close and personal" situations. Unfortunately
it is not available for sale over-the-counter. If you want it you
will have to do it yourself.
I do not own any of these terms that I
have injected into shooting jargon, but sometimes I wish that I
did. Take this matter of "scout." The term is meaningful to me, but
not to enough people. Marketers tend to slap terms onto things, for
obvious reasons, but there is nobody in authority to assure that
they will use terms as originally intended. Today the only true
Scout rifles are customized instruments built up here at Gunsite or
the Steyr Scouts made at the factory in Austria. I have various
times defined the Scout, including all of its necessary attributes,
but nobody is legally bound to take my word for this. So I see a
good deal of junk floating around under false pretenses. I suppose
there is no harm in that, but in truth I wish it would go
away.
I have been reading further into the
history of the great safari days of British East Africa between the
wars, and I am further astonished at the shattering ineptitude in
rifle marksmanship displayed, not only by the clients, but equally
by the guides and outfitters. At one time I was much impressed by
the demonstrated marksmanship of people like John Hunter and W.D.M.
Bell, but I have come to the conclusion at long last that while
these people were very good, they were measured against very low
standards. To begin with, really high quality marksmanship was
never required in the African bush. Ranges were short and targets
were large, but even so the amount of missing reported was quite
shocking. I am not as surprised now as I once was. Shooting is a
practical art, and as such, it is facilitated by systematic and
purposeful educations and training. Now, who is going to provide
that? The military establishments of the world have tried, but
usually without much success. The private citizen can train
himself, but this calls for dedication and enthusiasm that is not
common. Why should the African sport hunter be any good with his
rifle? How and where would he learn the art? Those individuals who
acquired reputations as superior rifle shots did not have to do
awfully well to impress people who were, in the main, very poor
rifle shots. The man who can hit a tea cup without fail at
40 yards is a one-shot thunderbolt on dangerous game, providing he
can hang onto his nerves.
Thus today I have trained a double handful of field riflemen who
have gone to Africa and aced the show - to the intense
satisfaction of the professionals who took them into the bush and
showed them the game. This is gratifying but, upon reflection, it
should not be surprising. Here at the school we have evolved
several standard evaluation drills such as Rifle 10,
the Rifle Bounce and the Golden Eye. A shooter who
does well on any of those, or even better, on all three of them, is
an absolutely deadly field shot. He may not win at Camp Perry
(though he probably may do pretty well), but as either a hunter or
a sniper he will astonish the unenlightened.
It is hard to avoid the conclusion that
the curse of our age is cowardice. If you are afraid, you have
already lost. There are those in position of authority who seem to
think that a whole bus-load of aircraft passengers can be overawed
into submission by the mere appearance of a plastic table knife. I
find this hard to believe, but the very people who sing about "The
Home of the Brave" seem to think that bravery is no longer an
attribute of an American citizen. This is not the case,
and we have any number of incidents to prove it. But there are
those who feel that the fact that "somebody might get hurt" is
enough to destroy the human spirit. This is not true. When offered
violence, fight back! If some goon threatens you with
force, smack him - hard. It is the very last thing he
expects, and you will win.
This talk about "reparations" for slavery
is pretty quaint when you think about it, unless you are
disconnected from history. Slavery has always been a normal aspect
of civilization. Since the beginning of recorded history, and
probably before, human beings have enslaved one another and nobody
thought much about that until quite recent times.
What do you do with the losers? You can either kill them on the
spot or put them to work. Without the institution of slavery,
civilization would never have been achieved, for no one could ever
have done anything intellectual if he had to spend all his time
hewing and digging and fighting. The Egyptians could not have
developed geometry without slaves. The Phoenicians could not have
conquered the waters without slaves. The Greeks could not have
explored philosophy without slaves. The Romans could not have
invented law without slaves. This is not, of course, to say that
slavery is a good thing, but only that it is not unusual nor a
particular sin of a particular people at a particular time. Those
who speak of "reparations" for slavery betray a state of mind which
might have been universal if it had not been for slavery. I find it
odd that nobody has brought that up in these dim-witted discussions
we hear about.
I guess we will never know what happened
in the cabin of United Flight 93 before it went down southeast of
Pittsburgh, but we do know that real men are not an extinct
species. Let us honor four true heroes - Jeremy Glick, Todd
Beamer, Tom Burnett and Mark Bingham - who showed us how to
face up to peril. They died, and in doing so they saved the lives
of hundreds of others.
"Death comes with a crawl
Or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It's not the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only - How did you die?"
Edmund Vance Cooke
As Payton Miller, Executive Editor of
Guns & Ammo,
put it, "There were too many cell phones on that airplane and not
enough pistols."
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