Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Gun Truth:

I've been on the intarw3bz long enough to know the truth:

My gun (car/computer/OS/video game console/brand of breakfast cereal) rules.

Your gun (car/computer/OS/video game console/brand of breakfast cereal) sucks.


og said...

That';s why it's important to have one of each, so you can be one of the kool kids no matter who the kool kids are. People collect guns for this very reason. But any reason will do.

Bob said...

You need to add political party to your list.

Ahab said...

Cheerios, all the way.

Jay G said...

re: og

That's why I have a Glock G30, a Colt Gold Cup, and a Smith & Wesson Model 19.

One of each major discipline.

For the rifles, I still need an AR-15 variant so I can have the AR/AK/Mosin Nagant trinity...

El Capitan said...

You can have my Count Chocula when you pry it from my cold dead fingers!

Ed Foster said...

I'm definately going to have to forward the man some of the destruct tests on "piston" powered AR's I did up at Smith and Wesson last year. Believe me, they all suck.
Why put a piston on a weapon that already has a piston? WTF do people think the gas rings are for on the ass end of an M-16 bolt? Please note that said bolt/piston rides in a chrome plated bore that is held to very tight tolerances, because it's a gas cylinder.
Why have a piston deliver an opening action to a bolt through a long, flexable op rod when you can deliver the same action directly to the bolt?
Want an AR that runs all day with nary a jot of trouble? Keep the bolt carrier and upper reciever BONE DRY, except for a few dabs of mil-spec M-1 grease (those little thumbnail sized screw topped thingies that fit in the butt trap).
Put some of the goo on the tail of the bolt, the gas rings, and a light touch on the wear band around the middle. Put some on the cam pin. Leave the firing pin dry.
Next, do something really silly. Look at the assembled bolt/bolt carrier group.
The smallest inside diameter in an upper reciever is 1.000. The largest diameter of a bolt carrier is .995. The carrier does not touch the reciever except on the two narrow rails on the bottom that bridge the magazine well, and the matching spots on the top, either side of the gas key.
Moisten the top and bottom rails ONLY, with a tiny amount of the grease.
The inside of the upper reciever has a baked on dry film lube that is good for the life of the weapon. But if you leave the bolt carrier sloppy with oil, it holds every bit of grit/grime/grunge, it turns into a lap, and wears out the inside of the reciever in only a few thousand rounds.
Leave it dry, and all the fouling goes out the ejection port, the way Stoner wanted it to.
As for STANAG magazines, the MAGPUL polymer shoots first time, every time. We ran 6,000 round tests at S&W on every magazine in the business.
The MAGPUL did not have one single stoppage. Not one. The best magazine on the market, period. For serious social intercourse, it is the only thing I would buy, and it's quiet too.
Quite simply, any well made M16/AR-15, properly (sparingly) lubed, with M-4 feedramps and a MAGPUL mag, is going to shoot more reliably than any other weapon in it's class.
And that's from an M-14 Marine. But I've been responsible for the manufacture of well upwards of half a million of the things, and I've learned something.
As for getting shot at, I've been there, and don't need any sea stories from Gunshop Commandoes.
If my personal experiences might be atypical, let me suggest you talk to a reservist SEAL buddy of mine, a Springfield Mass. cop named J.B. Stern.
J.B. just got back from his fifth tour in the raggy part of the world. Once in Afganistan, four times in Iraq, with a new titanium knee when the RPG removed the old one. He has nothing but praise for the weapon.
Or call Mack Qwinne, up at MGI military in Maine. When the most decorated living SEAL (Chief Wilson) spends 4 or 5 pages in his biography gushing about the whack job Special Forces Captain he worked with, I'll listen.
I'd heard so many tall tales about Mack I had my brother, a retired Navy Commander, check him out through the Officer's Association.
His comment was "Eddie, two thirds of his record is still blacked out, but what's left reads like three John Wayne movies back to back.
Mack ran CIA ops in Laos for 9 years. He spent 2 of those years in the hospital, recovering from the 11 Purple Hearts he left the Army with in '72. He then started a little company called Bushmaster.
For reference, his Hmong and Nung mercenaries fired 1,000 rounds a day for practice, every day they weren't in combat, and that was before forward assists and heavy buffers.
When I was at Colt's back in the early 90's, working on the M-4 program, the Venezualan Army (pre Chavez) came by and picked three A-2's at random, brought them home, and fired each of them 10,000 times, full auto. Not one stoppage.
It's the same gas system as the Swedish Ljungman for Christ's sake. The Ljungman/Hakims run flawlessly from the arctic circle to the sands of the nile.
The sea stories started with the dirty ball powder the army decided to use, after Jim Taylor at Colts told them they were designed to work only with DuPont style IMR stick powders.
The jamming problems ended there too, 35 years ago, except for rear echelon REMF's who need a good line to look salty for the bar girls, and the pimply faced dickwits who listen to them.
Beating the horse just a few more paces, another friend of mine, an Air Force Captain named Ken Hagenow (Ct State Service Rifle Champ recently) trains Designated Marksmen down at Ft. Benning. He sees 50,000 rounds a day being fired, and is quite proud of his boys.
I'd be more than willing to forward some pictures of the targets his people have destroyed all day long at 500 meters, WITH M-4 CARBINES!
Really people, it's a proven weapons system, and if you take care of it, it will take care of you.

loki said...

Two more additions to the list: reloading presses and cameras.

TomareUtsuZo said...

*Chuckles* *Chuckles chuckles* *Laughs aloud*

Old NFO said...

:-) dead on the money as usual Tam!

Anonymous said...

It's all good clean fun right up until someone mocks the Moisin-Nagant.