Wednesday, February 24, 2010

On Toys vs. Money.

Among the various detritus useful tools in my range bag is the Amazing $35 Screwdriver, which is the proper size not only for SIG grip screws but also the Ruger 10/22 takedown screw and Mosin Nagant stock screws.

Poking through Oleg Volk's archives, I find the same thing, only keychain sized.  It's awesome and redundant, yet redundant.  I could buy three boxes of ammo or three bricks of .22 for that.

I also see that JG Sales got a truckload of police surplus S&W revolvers in .38spl, which I also don't need, strictly speaking, but are mighty appealing at the listed prices, especially since a decent revolver* has been on the wish list for a while.

I dumped a box through a Mod. 66 today, and can report a few salient points:

 - Shooting a S&W DA revolver quickly and accurately is a snap.  In fact, I seem to be able to better at speed with one.  Them triggers is smooth.  Furthermore, target sights with a red front sight insert work quite well.

- While I had no training cross-over issues with a Springfield Government model or a Glock 17, A DA Smith seems to lock up the trigger when not fully reset.  Given that my go-to gun is a DA/SA P226, muscle memory was not working in my favor.  Gnashing of teeth and cursing (under a time limit, no less) followed. 

- Compared with modern Pachmayr or Uncle Mike's grips, Magnas are prettier, but frickin' cramped when shooting modern isoceles.  They feel a lot more natural when shooting one handed.


* Made after the 19th century, in a caliber I can buy at Big 5, and can run hard without feeling guilty and still get parts for when something breaks.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Urban Camouflage.

So apparently there's all sorts of weapons floating around in plain sight. Here's a handy field guide.

(Apparently it's possible to laugh so hard your lower back starts hurting. You learn something every day.)

h/t Robb.

Friday, February 12, 2010

On the Ruger Money Pit.

Err, 10/22.

I'm sure y'all know Volquartsen makes a lot of very shiny drop-in parts for the 10/22, many of which individually cost more than a brand-new 10/22 on special. Three that don't cost an arm and a leg are the target hammer, the auto bolt release, and the precision edge extractor, which together cost less than $60 at Midway.

The target hammer claims to reduce the trigger pull weight down to 2 1/2 lbs. I don't have any way of confirming that number, but this one drop-in part takes the trigger from serviceable straight to scary light - best one in the safe. Hell, I'd be inclined to put a pound back in the pull weight - you know the trigger is light when you're used to prepping the hell out of it and it goes off way too early.* The only problem is that the amount of creep remains the same, so I might be dropping the scratch for one of those triggers with the overtravel screw. Herein lies the money pit.

The auto bolt as advertised. Nothing much to report, except that it's a hair more convenient than the usual manual set-up. And since Midway was temporarily out of the black, I got the stainless, which actually sets off nicely from the plastic polymer trigger pack Ruger now puts on these things.


* That's how I realized I was prepping on my P226, actually. I traded a few mags on the 226 for a few mags on his customized 5" XD, with a 2lb trigger. When shooting plates at 20 yards, I'd get in the general area of the target, then start refining my sight pict- *bang* fucking hell!

Monday, February 1, 2010

On Earworms, Part N.

I watched District B13 the other day, and as long as you don't make the mistake of bringing your higher reasoning functions along, it delivers - David Belle and Cyril Rafaelli do their own stunts (and holy crap are they impressive), stuff gets shot and occasionally explodes, and generally a good time is had.

The most dangerous part of the package is the theme that goes over the opening crawl. It could be the worst earworm ever. Bone-dry filtered industrial hip-hop beats are catchy, but you can't even hum them. It's like an itch you can't scratch.

Edit: Oh, and it gets worse.