31 December 2009

MHI Fanfiction

Shane adjusted his cheek on the leather pad. The Israeli Mauser bore the Star of David on the receiver crest, a weapon forged in Belgium specifically to defend the Holy Land. It wasn't only a twist of chance that lead the Nation of Israel to adopt the 7.62 NATO round.

Ever since the 30-40 Government service round the US Government had maintained "Holy Calibers". The holy number's three, seven, and nine were found through the US arsenal. When Teddy Roosevelt founded the Perpetual Unearthly Forces Fund the War Department began gearing up for an unholy war.

Shane thought about the nature of holiness as he sighted the ancient 3x sniper scope. There were plenty of better projectiles at the time, but only three times seven times seven totaled 147. The 147 grain pill in the chamber of the rifle was silver clad lead.

The rest of the team moved through the building, an ore processing structure at the entrance to a long abandoned mine high in the Cascade Mountains. The 1911 on the drop holster on Shane's left thigh was filled with MHI silver ball 45 ammo. The Feds had chosen to go with the 9mm but MHI knew that .45 was designed with "4 plus 5 is 9" and 9 is a holy number, being three times three.

A squirter jumped out the back window, a pale twisted thing. Leading the target by a single post width Shane felt the rifle buck back into his shoulder and the recoil obscured his view. Riding the recoil Shane pushed back into position working a fresh round into the chamber. With his view restored through the scope Shane continued to scan the rear of the building, watching for the front line trace of his team as they moved.

Four rounds left. Two more squirters flew out the back, two more targets down. Rounds of "All Clear" came through the earbud. "Shane clear, three down out the back. Sending insurance." A second round impacted into each of the three downed targets. Shane topped off the magazine again, retrieved the spent brass and "Shane moving to rendezvous."

The spent brass in his pocket bore the circle cross of being NATO standard. The real reason was that it put a Holy marker on each round of ammunition. Should hordes of Russian zombies ever press forward into the Fulda Gap spraying the mass down with Holy machine gun fire was the answer short of nukes and BLU-69 fuel air bombs. The Russians gave up on the zombie hordes in the early 50's because they couldn't get results any better than the Nazi's did. Sure you can create a ton of zombies, but you can't get them to march in one direction....

Moving into the first room Shane announced "Friendly coming in". Entering the room the evidence of stiff resistance slid down the doors in slick trails of yellow and green. Shreck fluid smells awful. Every couple of generations the Shreck population will explode and MHI will get plenty of work for a season.

A cross between human and bear with possibly a touch of demon thrown in for good measure Shrecks are big, fast, nasty and tough. Shane transitioned to his close range arm, a pistol gripped Ithaca M37 filled with handloads of silver #1 buck and kosher salt. By slinging the Mauser across the opposite shoulder from the M37 (both 3 and 7 being Holy numbers) allowed him to carry two long arms instead of having to transition to the 1911. A shoulder stock would be better for accuracy, but it is easier to carry with the pistol grip, and the green laser made aiming quickly easy.

Assembling at the mouth of the mine, the team flowed like water. Yuri with the subgun moved first, Shane second. Anything the young Russians M3 Greasegun missed Shane's Ithica finished. Kasey and George took up the rear. Going down the mine shaft was quick work until we came to shafts leading off in multiple directions. By pushing their bodies close to the left and right wall, George and Kasey coming up close for added security. They pied the opposite corners until Yuri and Shane stepped towards each other and whirled into the center of the intersection.

They were looking for the nesting den of the Shreck, the place where the alpha female would have her young. The bounty on a female Shreck was twice that the males, simply because it was better population control. A lone male would die off from natural causes in a few years, but a single breeding female could cause a serious infestation problem inside of a few years.

30 December 2009

Bannerman rifles...

Taking a bunch of parts from milsurp rifles of different countries and turning them into something shootable was first done on a large commercial scale.

I'm doing it on a much smaller scale. I've always wanted a Mauser "sniper" rifle, but the cost of an authentic one, or even a top notch reproduction, has kept me from dropping the money on one.

Well today I ordered two side rail scope mount reproductions from Sarco, and when I'm done, I should at least have two mausers that at first glance look like real sniper rifles.

27 December 2009

Holidaze...

Wow, haven't really been in the blogging mood for a while. Tis the season and all that.

More blogging after the New Year. This is a very draining time for me, and the inkwell is dry.

21 December 2009

Solstice

Today, the shortest day of the year, the longest night.

The days will be cold, but we have already had some snow...

The weather will be wet, but that is normal. Four more months of damp oppression on the soul.

But the days will be getting longer and spring will come after the equinox in three months.

20 December 2009

The Only Democrat in the Senate

There is only ONE Democrat in the Senate, and his name is Joe Lieberman.

The rest of them are socialists or communists.

If JFK could see how his party has been hijacked by the communists he hated so much he would ask Oswald to shoot him again.

The exclusion of a "public option" in the health care bill ISN'T a victory, but it isn't a defeat either. Hopefully it will allow the free market enough room to maneuver to work on lowering costs.

19 December 2009

The rifle

There is a mental illness, I'll call it "The worship of milspec".

It is manifested by long arguments on firearms boards explaining why Armalite/Bushmaster/Colt is infinitely better than Rock River, DPMS, or Stag....

As if we are all going to strap on our AR's and engage in a two way live fire exercise to the finish against zombie Nazi's or something equally evil, like the blue helmeted goons of the New World Order coming to crush the last bastion of freedom...

Worshipping the gun is stupid. A warrior is a warrior. A gun is just a tool. Sometimes warriors are complete tools too, but the guys you want on your side aren't always the guys you want to have dinner with. But more often the guys who know what the heck they are talking about are pretty mellow because they have seen all manner of foolishness already.

If you see someone who seems to be "worshipping the weapon" and supporting it with statements like "Well this is what SF/SEALS/Rangers/SAS/SBS/GSG-9/Masterchief uses the Blastomatic45hundred! and THEY only use the best".

Remember kids, you can buy an M4 and milspec body armor, wear Oakly ballistic shades, wear two days of stubble on your chin and even attach a night vision optic to your weapon. But the gear isn't going to make you a Ranger, or SEAL, or even anything but what you are when you stand half naked in front of the bathroom mirror.

Don't get hung up on gear. Don't get hung up on what some other unit uses. Realize that when you DO have to act, you aren't going to have your M4gery or SR-25 handy. Keep your wits about you.

I'll finish off this rant with Kipling's "If".

f you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

–Rudyard Kipling

Brown box of happiness

2000 rounds of Aguila Target 40gr standard velocity 22lr arrived from Cheaper Than Dirt.

I really hope one of my 22's likes it :)

14 December 2009

Overheard dialogue

while watching "Sing-Off"

"Is that how 'The Beatles' sang it?" said the wife.

"No, they sung it with a British Accent" says I.

13 December 2009

Old 4x scope


My grandfather's 270 was topped with an ancient 4 power scope. While it resembles a Weaver K4, there are a few distinct differences in the adjustment knobs (which resemble a Unertl Hawk).

The view through the scope was "cloudy". Since it was not functional as it stood, I figured that I couldn't break it any worse by taking it apart and cleaning the lenses. Don't worry kids, this is before the days of "nitrogen purgted" or "fogproof".

Turns out that there was some sort of lens coating that was beginning to "bubble". So I used some acetone (what self respecting biochemist doesn't have Acetone on hand?) and a cotton swab to remove the remainder of the coating on that particular lens. In case you are wondering which lense it was, it's the one inside the rear ocular housing on the right of the picture.

Once reassembled the scope has a much clearer (although not perfect) view. At least it is now functional again.

12 December 2009

Plug for a local gunstore

J and S Gun Parts here in Olympia, WA.

http://www.jsgunparts.com/store/

They specialize in AR-15's, but carry a whole line of "the usual suspects" of rifles and shotguns. Picked up two inside the waist band holsters last night and when I inquired about a hard case for a 22 rifle the clerk mentioned he had some "old Olympic Arms" cases in the back he could make me a deal on.

So for the price of a crappy chinese hard case elsewhere I got a pretty decent hard case for ten bucks less (Big 5 has a chinese hard case on sale for 25 bucks). Also picked up a Blackhawk soft case for ten bucks.

These are seriously good guys to deal with. I live within spitting distance of both Cabela's and Wholesale Sports, but drive all the way across town to buy from these guys. They know guns, and they aren't snobs about it.

09 December 2009

Book Review: MHI

So I may be officially the last gunblogger (do I even qualify as a gunblogger?) to read Monster Hunter International.

Bottom line? I'm waiting for and will buy the sequel.

As far as a debut novel it is outstanding, I've read plenty of novels by experienced authors that were clumsier and not as engaging. Whether Larry Correia simply has a naturally readable writing style or a really good editing staff at Baen I don't know. But while there isn't really a whole lot of serious competition in the "Monster Hunter for Hire" genre, it is pretty crowded with some pretty big names.

Jim Butcher with the "Dresden Files" and Rob (Robyn) Thurman's "Nightlife" series (half monster Cal Leandros) is pretty good too. John "Oh Noes" Ringo with the Princess of Wands and Looking Glass series never really caught my attention.

Good book. Go buy it.

Planes, helicopters, buses, automobiles

No trains on my journey across three continents to get back to the states.

A UH-60 ride to Balad. A C17 ride to Ali Al Saleem, Kuwait. A bus ride to Kuwait City International. A 767 to Leipzig, Germany where I had a pretty darn good bratwurst with mustard on a roll, and some German brand cola that tasted every bit as good as any other cola out there. Got back on the same 767 and landed in Dallas-Fort Worth International, passed through customs and took a shuttle bus to another terminal. An ancient MD-80 took me on the final leg of my journey and the pilot did a dang good job with an instrument landing at Sea-Tac.

And so I am home, total time traveling was at least 4 days, I lost track of some hours in there with all the time change and whatnot.

My time in Iraq is officially over. My bosses boss sent me back home to be the Rear Detachment Commander. Not because I sucked at life or anything, just that I was the most junior of the Captains in the BN who also happened to have a crap ton of prior service time.

So I am home for Christmas, and hoping that I don't lose my hair from the new job.