Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 9, No. 9 September, 2001
So the heat is on, "temperature-wise."
This is not our favorite time of year, but it does have its points,
and we pay our annual tribute to garden - fresh tomatoes and
corn minutes off the stalk. These may be commonplace luxuries, but
such luxuries they are! Those of us who shoot, summer is always a
good time to pop caps, partly because school is out, and this is a
good time to take our young people out to the range. Despite the
curious ravings of our adversaries, young people must be introduced
to shooting as soon as they have enough muscle and bone to manage a
firearm. Properly educated young folk do not have these disgusting
accidents we read about in the press, and they grow up to be good
citizens who value their liberties and stand ready to defend them.
So hooray for summer!
As the after-action reports keep coming
in, we notice that most defensive shooting situations take place
under circumstances which do not call for expert marksmanship. Of
course the shooter must know the fundamentals of hitting a target,
and he must know correct gunhandling, but in a street fight he is
almost never called upon to shoot with match-winning precision.
What he needs in a gunfight is control of his nerves, or what we
call the "combat mind-set." It seems clear that when faced by
deadly threat the primary requirement is self-control. It is,
however, important to note that such self-control is much more
available to a combatant who knows that he can always hit what he
aims at. Thus we teach elemental basic marksmanship for a couple of
days before we introduce the student to combat simulation. When
that red flag flies, all you really need to concern yourself with
is a clear picture of your front sight and a compressed surprise
break. That's all. It does not come naturally. It is never
"instinctive." It is a programmed combat reflex, and that we can
When I endeavored to put together the
general-purpose rifle in scout configuration, I did not realize
that a good many shooters have no interest in a general-purpose
rifle. They take their shooting pleasure from the ownership of lots
of rifles, and to the extent that they now can acquire one rifle
that does almost anything, they tend to be disgruntled. Sorry about
We recently received by round about way a
curious press release from Afghanistan. It reports that seven
Taliban "authorities" attempted to arrest a lone woman. When she
resisted they began pounding on her. She thereupon shot and killed
all seven. The report says that "she reloaded the pistol and left
the area before reenforcements arrived." It did not say what sort
of reenforcements were involved, or whom they wished to reenforce.
The local police chief was much upset by this and claimed that he
expected that this girl would soon be "located." We have a language
problem here, but apparently those seven "authorities" are all
dead. We would welcome this pistolera here at Gunsite to
teach combat mind-set.
Note that the 45 ACP cartridge is now okay
in Guatemala. Of course you have to get proper papers for any
firearms you wish to bring in, but the 45 ACP is no longer
Much recent correspondence concerns the
question of why we shoot. As a nerve exercise, shooting is no more
complex than billiards or golf, but it does provide a satisfaction
which the other activities cannot offer. Now why is that?
It has been suggested that recreational shooting affords a
sensation of control over one's environment and that
control grants a sense of power not otherwise obtainable. The lust
for power may or may not be a good thing, but it exists in most
men. It is better for us to understand it than to condemn it.
I began shooting at age eleven and thus I have enjoyed it for 70
years, which is long time in which to enjoy anything. I think this
enjoyment has been a good thing and it has served to overcome the
customary feelings of inadequacy and insecurity encountered while
growing up. In the one case I know of (my own), competence in
firearms served totally to eliminate nightmares. Even as a kid I
was never concerned about "the thing under the bed" because I felt
I could cope with it. I have no idea how widespread this psychic
phenomenon may be, but I do know that it works. The shooting master
copes, and he is thus heavily armored against those anxieties that
come from membership in the human race.
The subject is well worth discussion, but the dominance of fear is
only one aspect thereof. The other element is fun.
Shooting is fun. To most of us it is more fun than tiddlywinks,
hopscotch or frisbee. We shoot because we like to shoot.
In one incident in Household's excellent novel "The Dance of the
Dwarfs," the communist thugs of the Colombian cordillera have
braced the operators of the agricultural lab for questioning. The
chief interrogator asks the girl, Chucha, "What is your job here?"
Answer: "I am servant." Question: "Do you sleep with the boss?"
Answer: "Claro (of course)." Question: "Why claro?"
Answer: "Because I like to."
That pretty well takes care of that. Why do we shoot? Because we
Summertime appears to be bear season in
the Great West. The increasing profusion of both bears and tourists
in the boondocks has brought about the closing of at least one
campground in Colorado. Bears are not stupid and they quite
naturally understand a correlation between campers and food. They
are omnivorous; they will eat anything from peanut butter
sandwiches to environmentalists. (I understand they will even eat
The long established Gunsite Bear Rules will take care of
your bear problem. If you do not have a copy of those rules, the
Gunsite Pro-Shop will furnish them to you on demand.
I guess this talk of global warming has
been pretty much debunked by family member Dr. Art Robinson,
among others, but there are plenty of people who feel that they
must have something to worry about. In this case I suggest the
odious proliferation of the gringo tortilla in the American
Southwest. This unfortunate item is now being offered as (would you
believe it!) first choice in some purely Mexican restaurants out
this-a-way. There now, worry about that!
There are some people around who do not
know what a J-ladder is. The J-ladder is a competition system
devised back at Big Bear by the Countess and daughter Parry. It
enables contestants to match each other as in a tennis tournament,
but assures them of at least two bouts whether they win or lose the
first round. It works accurately with groups of eight, sixteen, or
thirty-two contestants. It can be used less efficiently with
different numbers of contestants, but it has to be jiggled, and
jiggling is not always mathematically correct.
On a J-ladder, if you win every bout you will win the match. If you
lose your first bout you are still in the contest, and though you
may not win it, you may come in second, provided you never lose
For groups of seven or less, a satisfactory shoot-off may be
conducted by means of a "round robin" in which every contestant
meets every other contestant. The number of bouts involved in a
round robin may be calculated by the formula
Thus, a round robin for six contestants will have fifteen
As the English language continues to
"evolve," we note a curious tendency to use the term
"professional," when what is meant is "expert." One is a
professional when he is paid for what he does. That does not mean
that he is particularly good at it. It is probably safe to say that
people who do things really well do so because they love doing
them. This makes them amateurs in the precise sense of the
term, though "amateur" has come to mean clumsy in much common
I guess the reason that cowboy action
shooting is more popular than pinball is that it is essentially a
fancy dress affair. People love to dress up and make believe, which
is certainly okay if that is what gives you pleasure.
Randy Garrett of Washington state is now
producing some very efficient ammunition for the 45-70 cartridge.
He feels that there is little point in expanding a 500-grain 45
caliber bullet, since expansion automatically reduces penetration.
Garrett bullets feature the broadest possible "meplate," which is
the flat point forward of the ogive. This is combined with a very
tough, but not brittle, lead body. In his "hammerhead"
configuration the 45 caliber bullet weighs 540 grains. This
combination, used in one of Jim West's "Co-pilot" rifles, should
prove to be about perfect for the heaviest and most dangerous game.
Randy maintains that it will shoot through a buffalo endwise and
cause a more destructive wound channel than a 500-grain solid from
a conventional heavy rifle. You may shoot this in a 7-pound,
short-barrel, lever gun properly fitted with ghost-ring sights.
This would seem to be the answer.
For those who decry the 45-70 as a short-range gun, I must point
out that no wild creature can hurt you unless he can touch you
(except possibly the ringhals). Range is not an important
consideration in this matter.
From Johnny Shoemaker we hear of a 1911
pistol which had resided in Condition 1 since its owner's
death in 1929 - all springs compressed. It functions perfectly
today, together with all of its ammunition.
This does not surprise me since I had a similar experience with my
old Super 38, though not over so long a time period.
Much as we try, we do not seem to be able
to spread the word to the extent that we might wish. Consider the
proper use of the telescope sight, which remains obscure, if we
believe what we read in the sporting magazines. It is a common
belief that the telescope sight is essentially slower than iron
sights. The reverse is true, but this is not properly understood
because rifle shooting as practiced today is essentially slow-fire,
and unless one is properly educated in the matter he will have no
way of finding out about quick shooting. Certainly the need to
shoot quickly with a rifle is rare, but it does exist. I think one
reason why we do not see more snapshooting in the woods is that
most people do not know how to do it and therefore do not try.
We have been teaching the binocular snapshot here at Gunsite for
many years, and the results in the field, demonstrated by Gunsite
graduates, are incontrovertible. I treat this subject in some
detail in "The Art of the Rifle," but astonishing as it may
seem, there are riflemen who have not read that book. I was
addressed by such a one just recently who offered to show me how to
mount open sights on top of the telescope tube, thus permitting a
quick shot under circumstances where the telescope was "too slow."
By interesting coincidence, I was shown a similar setup about 35
years ago by a correspondent from Sweden. At that time I had not
worked out the binocular snapshot technique on my own, so I
investigated the Swedish suggestion and discovered its flaws, which
result from the impossibility of focusing in and out at the same
time. As all Gunsite grads know, you track with your left and shoot
with your right. This does not come naturally, but it can be
learned rather quickly once its principles are understood.
The scoutscope is now available. It is particularly well suited for
the snapshot, yet it loses nothing that I can detect in slow-fire.
I guess this answer is too easy.
We learn from Europe that the German
police are acquiring Steyr Scouts, but fitting them with
moonscopes. It has never been clear to me that a policeman needs a
rifle. If he does need it, I suppose we can assume he will need it
at night and there will be no particular hurry. Under these
conditions a moonscope may be a good answer, and of course it may
be easily fitted to the slotted top of the Steyr Scout.
Elmar further tells me that the German cops want their Scout rifles
in black. There may be a reason for this, but I suspect that it is
more emotional than realistic.
Family member Clifford Douglas has
now taken off for Alaska with his 376 Dragoon. Before he left he
asked me, "Now what do I do with my other rifles?" Good
Do you not find it odd that pistol makers
still refuse to dehorn their products? I guess the people who make
them do not shoot them.
There exists an old solecism to the
effect that if a tree falls in the forest and there is nobody there
to hear it, it will not make any noise. By this token, when people
stop talking about an atrocity it ceases to have any existence.
Somebody killed O.J. Simpson's wife, and according to O.J. this
character is still wandering around out there free as a bird.
Somebody killed Vince Foster, wrapped the body in a blanket and
stashed it out there in the park. There are people who know who did
that, but nobody suggests we try to find them. We know what
Horiuchi did, but those concerned are tired of talking about it. If
you let the matter drop, eventually it will have no existence, or
so it seems. You know about Inspector Javert? Perhaps it is time we
dug him up and put him on the case.
Now that machinery has taken over our
literary efforts, we are conforted with what may be called
"electric punctuation." I can dope it out, but I do not have to
A Pearl Harbor Story Worth Telling
Someone at the table asked a Japanese admiral why, with the Pacific
Fleet devastated at Pearl Harbor and the mainland US forces in what
Japan had to know was a pathetic state of unreadiness, Japan had
not simply invaded the West Coast. "You are right," he told the
Americans. "We did indeed know much about your preparedness. We
knew that probably every second home in your country contained
firearms. We knew that your country actually had state
championships for private citizens shooting military rifles. We
were not fools to set foot in such quicksand."
Do you know what the term "point blank"
means? At one time it meant target shooting. (See Tiro al
Blanco.) What it means today is anybody's guess, and it is a
good term to avoid.
Guru say: Only Outdoorsmen Should Walk
Did you know that our cult hero Theodore
Roosevelt, Jr. summited the Matterhorn? I learned that only
recently and it points out still another feather in the cap of the
Great Man. TR was one of those few presidents who would have been a
great man even if he had never been a politician. Surely we do not
see many of those.
Quote of the Week from Human
Vol. 57, No. 29. Rep. Bob Schaffer (R.-Colo.)
explaining what he would do with his $600 tax rebate check, July
"More gas for my SUV, renew my membership in the NRA.
Oh, and I won't forget 10% for the church,"
Perhaps it is time to go over this again.
There are four general methods of firing the double-action pistol
- The Weaver system. In this the finger finds the trigger as the
hands come together, and pressure commences as the pistol rises.
The hammer starts backward on the way up, reaching full cock just
as the sights line up, and it drops exactly at that instant. This
is very fast and very precise, but it calls for talent,
understanding, and much practice.
- The point-press system. This is most widely used by the police.
The piece is pointed in, the sights are aligned, and the piece is
"crunched off." This is somewhat slow and not very precise, but it
will suffice for coarse shooting.
- The thumb-cock system. In this the weak-side thumb finds the
hammer as the hands come together, and cocks the piece as it lines
up. This is fastest and most precise.
- The shot-cock system. In this the first shot is flung
down-range without reference to he sights, and the second shot
follows with precision. Though this may waste a round (but not
necessarily), it works-both on the range and in the street. I don't
teach it, but it exists.
The drawback of the crunchenticker
is that if the trigger
finger is correctly placed for the crunch it is wrong for the tick,
and vice versa. System c
avoids this problem.
After a long lifetime of hunting, we
conclude that the mountain sheep is the finest quarry. His pursuit
demands stalking skill, physical stamina, keen eyesight, and
superior marksmanship. He inhabits the grandest scenery, he
provides a spectacular trophy, and his meat is the very best on the
As a youth I was privileged to hunt him in North America, but I
dreamed of one day seeking him in Central Asia on the roof of the
world. There dwells Ovis poli, with his sixty-inch curl, and
Ovis ammon, the ram god. I planned that hunt, but I never
made it, and now that the helicopter has made it a more reasonable
enterprise I discover that even if I were in shape to undertake it
I would not do so.
Having read into the problem more deeply, I find that the roof of
the world is no fun. It is barren, cold, dry, and unpleasing to the
eye. There is no vegetation and no oxygen. The beasts are there,
and at best they are magnificent, but their pursuit is
commercialized to an unpleasant degree and there is not enough time
to adjust to a 15,000 foot base camp.
Sour grapes? Perhaps, but I will still champion the bighorn of the
Canadian Rockies as a better deal.
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