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  • August 31, 2009

    Bourjaily: How to Shoot From Station 8

    Now is the time of year when a lot of hunters shoot their annual round of skeet to tune up. When they get to station 8, the last shots on the field, they encounter birds thrown seemingly right at them at a million miles an hour. They miss, then grumble that station 8 replicates no shot you would ever take in the field.  I used to say the same thing until I learned how to make the shot. Now I love station 8. The video below is of me shooting from it.

    Station 8 is nowhere near as fast and scary as it appears. There are two keys to breaking it: first, hold your gun on the lower outside corner of the square opening in the house. That puts your barrels ahead of the bird, giving you a little head start. By holding on the lower corner, you keep the gun below the line of the target where it doesn’t block your view of bird coming out of the house.

    Then, move your eyes to look into the house. Focus underneath the stack of the targets on the spot where you will first see the bird emerge. If you can pick the target up as it comes off the trap, and your gun is already ahead of it, the bird won’t seem to be going so fast. You just swing and shoot right at it. You have more time than you think to shoot station 8. Notice in the clip (courtesy of my brother-in-law Roger and his new camera) my gun isn’t moving all that quickly and the target still blows up into a ball of white dust.

  • August 28, 2009

    Bourjaily: Gas Guns for More Doves

    I once mentioned to a southerner that in Iowa where I live, mourning doves are protected songbirds.* “Ain’t worth livin’ there,” he said. Every year, on September 1, I think he might be right. Unless I manage a trip out of state, I am stuck on the sidelines for the biggest opening day of the season, rooting for all of you who are lucky enough to live where doves can be hunted.

    Just because I don’t get to shoot doves every year doesn’t mean I don’t think about dove guns in August.

    While I prefer two barreled guns for upland hunting, I don’t like getting caught by a suicidal bird bearing down on me when I’ve got a break-action gun broken open to reload.

    And, I love pumps for waterfowling but in the dove field, working the slide pulls me off target for follow-ups.

    That leaves semiautomatics, especially gas guns. Their soft recoil, rapid follow-ups and ease of reloading make them perfect for the job.  In this picture, taken five years ago in Argentina, I’m shooting a 20 gauge Beretta 391 with an Improved Cylinder choke tube, which I would call an ideal dove gun.

    You may notice the bird boy has the look of someone who has seen plenty of Yankees shoot and is not over-awed by yours truly. Most of the doves were high and tricky that day, flying above the treetops in twos and threes. However, not long after this picture was taken, a huge bunch came very low and fast over the stubble.  I shot three with three shots, then thumbed two more shells into the gun and took another pair before the flock passed out of range. ** The jaded bird boy blurted something like: “i Holy *@&!”

    Frankly, I was pretty impressed myself.

    Good luck to all of you who are opening the season Tuesday.  What will you be taking to the dove field?

    *we owe the dove’s ongoing protected status to in Iowa to former governor Tom Vilsack, who, back in 2001, indicated to sportsmen he would sign a dove hunting bill, only to veto it a few days later. Vilsack is now your Secretary of Agriculture, by the way.

    ** If you were wondering, we ate a lot of grilled dove while we were down there, and I brought back a big cooler-full.

  • August 27, 2009

    Petzal: A Parting Thought on Senator Kennedy

    Now that the news is all Ted, all the time (which at least is a relief from all Michael, all the time) and the late Senator Edward M. Kennedy is on his way to being Saint Teddy, we should remember that he was an implacable enemy of the Second Amendment, and that there never was an anti-gun law he did not like. Kennedy blamed guns for his brothers’ deaths. The reality is a little different.

    John Kennedy was killed because the Secret Service, in a city where many people were known to hate him, allowed JFK to ride in an open automobile, and advertised his route in advance.

    Bobby Kennedy was killed because, rather than employ professional bodyguards in Los Angeles, he used a former football player named Rosey Grier, plus a few others who were equally well qualified. Grier was an all-pro lineman, but he was not much of a bodyguard.

    Condemning guns for a tragedy rather than affixing the blame to arrogance, incredible lapses in judgment, and incompetence saves one a lot of trouble, does it not? After all, how do you legislate against human failings?

  • August 26, 2009

    Bourjaily: Simple Test to Find Your Dominant Eye

    Today we have a test with no wrong answer.

    Most introductions to shotgunning begin with the “master eye” test. You hold your arms straight out at eye level, fingers up, palms out, hands overlapping, leaving a small hole between the hands  through which you sight a faraway object. Then you pull your hands back, keeping the object in sight, until they wind up over one eye or the other. That’s your master eye. If you pull your hands back over the other eye, the object you were looking at disappears. You can also keep you arms extended, sight the target with both eyes, then close one eye then the other.  The object will seem to jump sideways out of sight when you close your dominant eye. Try it.

    With luck, you will turn out to be right-eyed and right-handed or left-eyed and left-handed. However, you may be cross-dominant -- right-handed and left-eyed, for example. The best thing to do is learn to shoot from the dominant eye side. My older son, Gordon,  is left-eyed and right handed. I taught him to shoot left handed from the beginning.

    If you don’t want to switch sides, you can shoot with one eye shut, or use a small piece of tape on your shooting glasses positioned so it blocks just enough of your master eye’s vision that the other eye takes over.

    I’ve given the master eye test to a lot of new shooters, and I’m learning there is not just right and left eyed dominance. Some people are both-eye dominant or “center dominant.”  My younger son John is center dominant – when he does the eye test his hands wind up over the bridge of his nose, not over one his eyes, but it doesn’t affect his shooting. His friend Nicky, who just joined our high school trap club, is extremely center-dominant. If she puts the gun to her right shoulder, the gun blocks enough of her right eye’s vision that the left eye takes over, vice versa if she tries shooting left handed. The first time she shot I hadn’t figured this out yet, and she broke four targets out of about 100 (she liked shooting and wouldn’t  stop). Next time, I tried making her shoot left handed, but that didn’t work any better than right handed. Then I put a small piece of masking tape over her glasses to block the left eye’s vision,  and she started  pounding targets. Last weekend, her third time shooting a shotgun, she broke a 20x25.

    So, how did you all do? “Normal” dominant, cross-dominant or center dominant?

  • August 24, 2009

    Bourjaily: Pizza Chain Helps Young Hunters

    My wife is a half-Italian native of the Jersey Shore, and while there are many things she’s learned to like about the Midwest in 25 years living here, our pizza is not one of them. It is, she tells me, too cheesy, too greasy, inadequately spiced and utterly without nuance. 

    Grudgingly, I have to admit she’s right.  The pizza Pam grew up with in the east is way better than what we have out here. So, mostly we go without.

    That may have to change because, as evidenced by this press release, Pizza Ranch deserves my hearty support:

    Pheasants Forever's "First Bird" program sponsored by Pizza Ranch was developed in 2008 to recognize the accomplishments of youth hunters who successfully bagged their first upland bird. Pizza Ranch is looking to add to the initial success of the "First Bird" program by stepping forward to support youth mentor hunts in local communities. PF chapters based in the same town or area as a Pizza Ranch have the opportunity to partner with their neighboring franchise to create a local youth mentor hunt. All participating chapters will receive 24 blaze orange hunting caps and a banner to publicize the event. Chapters can become involved by simply contacting their nearby Pizza Ranch.

    How many businesses do you know of that go out of their way to support youth hunting like that? Off the top of my head, I can think of exactly none. Granted, Pizza Ranch is an upper Midwestern franchise that doesn’t  have to worry about offending delicate sensibilities on either coast. Nevertheless, the company is doing a good thing, and it deserves to be recognized and applauded. Who cares if Pizza and Ranching are not concepts that go together? I’m eating there.

  • August 21, 2009

    Gun Nut Wrong! Plaxico Goes to Prison

    On December 19 of last year, I boldly predicted that former New York Giants wide receiver Plaxico Burress would avoid doing prison time for illegally carrying a Glock and shooting himself in the leg with same. I also quoted a judge friend of mine (a merciless man whose personal heroes are Jack Ketch and Isaac Parker) as saying that although there are ways around felony charges, this happened in the Kingdom of Bloomberg, and there was no way Plaxico was going to skate.

    I was wrong and the judge was right. The joker in the deck was the Giants dropping Plaxico from their roster, and with no one to cut a deal for him, it was goodbye Giant blue, hello prison orange. I’m still amazed they cut him. The NFL has room for dog murderers, wife and girlfriend beaters, nightclub brawlers, drug abusers, one vehicular homicide while drunk, and God knows what else. It makes Plaxico’s stunt seem almost like a boyish prank.

    Plaxico tried appearing before the grand jury that indicted him to try and talk them out of it, but the jury was unmoved by his spiel and sent him before the court, where he plead not guilty (which, had he been tried and been found guilty, would have sent him away for 5 years) and then seconds later, his attorney changed the plea to guilty, which got him 2 years.

    So Mayor Bloomberg is happy, and Plaxico will eventually emerge from prison, and explain how he is now rehabilitated and filled with remorse, and some team will pick him up. If no one does, I suggest that he avoid law as a career; he doesn’t seem to have much of an instinct for it. --DEP

  • August 21, 2009

    Bourjaily: Browning Shotguns Economic Stimulus Package

    If your local gun stores are like mine, they now actually have AR 15s sitting in the racks, waiting for someone to buy them. Handguns, too. There are even a few rifle primers to be found. The buying frenzy that started in October is tapering off. Guns that never even made it to the shelf before someone bought them are sitting now.

    Earlier this summer, I asked a friend of mine who works for a gun company if the boom – which was almost entirely ARs and handguns -- had helped sporting long gun sales at all. Not so much, he said, but added: “Dealers have sold so many ARs and handguns that they’ve all got some money. We’re hoping as fall comes, they will put some of that money back into building up their inventory of sporting arms.”

    Well, here it is almost fall, and new hunting guns are showing up on dealer’s shelves so perhaps my friend was right.  Of course, people still have to buy them from the store.
    And that brings us to Browning’s “Stimulus Package.” Here’s a link to the press release, which, if you click on the Odioigo logo, you can hear read aloud by a helpful machine that can’t pronounce “Cynergy”:  

    My question is two part: would a “stimulus check” rebate from a firearms manufacturer make you buy a gun, and, second, in these hard times, who out there has done his or her  bit for our consumer economy by buying a gun recently?

  • August 20, 2009

    Rifles of Interest: Remington Model 700 Custom Shop AWR II

     

    The Remington Custom Shop in Ilion, NY has, over the past 30 years or so, turned out pretty guns, very accurate target rifles, and tactical rifles, but serious, high-grade working rifles were not on the menu. This all changed a year ago when the company brought in a product development manager named Carlos M. Martinez, who is a rabid hunter. Quicker than you could say “major investment in new machinery for the shop in Ilion,” there sprang forth a line of very earnest high-grade working rifles.

    They are: the Alaskan Wilderness Rifle II, the North American Custom, the African Big Game, the Safari KS (for Kevlar Stock), the African Plains Rifle, and the 7 MS (Model 7 action, Mannlicher Stock). The one that made my liver quiver was the first, the AWR II, shown above.

    The basis of the AWR II is a stainless-steel Model 700 action that is blueprinted (worked on by hand until it is dimensionally perfect), and fitted with a 40-X trigger (Remington’s competition trigger) that is set at 3 pounds. Next comes a stainless-steel trigger guard and floorplate, and the whole thing is topped off with a stainless-steel barrel that is hand-lapped and chambered in Ilion. (Later on, when all of the new machinery is in place, the barrels will be button rifled.) The inside of this barrel is as beautiful as Ms. Natalie Portman, shown at left. All the metal* is coated with black TriNyte, which is rustproof and everything-proof. The stock is by Bell & Carlson, and incorporates a full-length aluminum bedding block.

    There are 56 calibers available, and the barrel lengths are 24 inches for standard calibers and 26 inches for magnums, which makes no sense at all. A .300 Weatherby or a 7mm STW needs 26 inches, but a .338 (which is what I asked for) can get along fine with 22 inches, and that long tube just gets in the way. I told the Remington people I wanted a 24-inch barrel and then I held my breath until my face turned purple, and the rifle arrived with a 24-inch barrel.

    At 7 ½ pounds it is a light gun for a .338, but it kicks very little. This can only be due to the big, fat Super Cell recoil pad with which it’s equipped. Remington makes all kinds of extravagant claims for the Super Cell and they are apparently true.

    The real surprise was the trigger. The Custom Shop says they are set at 3 pounds, but mine broke at 5 pounds, 2 ounces, with way too much sear engagement. I measured it on my old spring scale and my Lyman electric scale, and there it was—5 pounds, 2 ounces. Luckily, the 40X is an easy trigger to adjust, so in the privacy of my own home I took it down to 3 pounds. It is my considered opinion that whoever worked on this trigger needs a smart rap in the nuts to remind him of what he’s supposed to be doing.

    But that was the only sour note. This AWR II is a very fussy rifle, and I had to fight it fang and claw for every load that worked, but when we agreed on something, it was well worth the trouble.

    Barnes 225-grain TSX--.927”

    Barnes 225-grain TSX Tipped—1.026”

    250-grain Swift A-Frame--.731” (with one group that went into .224)

    Swift 275-grain A-Frame--.670”**

    I did not try factory ammo in the rifle. If you’re willing to pay what this gun costs and you don’t handload, there is something seriously wrong with you.

    The MSRP for the AWR II is $3,530. So, the questions arise, is this just a Model 700 in fancy clothes, and it is worth all that dough? The answer to the first question is no. The AWR II retains the familiar Model 700 lines, but there is nothing in it of an off-the-assembly-line 700. It is a different gun altogether. The answer to the second question is yes. Whoever designed this rifle really knew what they were doing. Everything about it makes sense, and its performance is equal to that of any custom rifle I’ve used. If you’re looking for a bolt-action to tote through the bogs and the devil’s club, this is about as good a gun as you can get.

    *The photo on the Remington website shows an AWR II with a bright bolt. This is a mistake; the bolt is black.

    **When the .338 first came out, Winchester offered a 300-grain  load that was very highly thought of in Alaska as big-bear insurance. It was long ago discontinued, but the 275-grain Swift is a much tougher slug, and is what I had up the spout when I was hunting moose in brown-bear country. You can get it going at 2,450 in a .338, and 100 fps faster in a .340 Weatherby or a .338 RUM.

  • August 19, 2009

    Bourjaily: Poetry Contest Winner

    Because I am poetically challenged, I fobbed the judging of the poetry contest onto my son Gordon, (author of “Flight of the Pellets”) who is home for two weeks in between interning with the Wilderness Society in Washington, D.C. this summer and beginning his junior year of college. Here’s how he judged the contest:

    There were a bunch of good poems, to be honest, and three in particular really stood out. ENO's was neat--repetition is always effective, and always hard, and it's handled here well. The poem is formally quite like its subject matter--slow, measured, and dignified. I'm imagining this poem read aloud, and liking it.

    Weathered steel in weathered hands…
    and a fine walnut stock with a weathered brand.
    Side by side two weathered barrels stand…
    and side by side walk a dog and an old weathered man.
    Through the weathered upland there calls his command…
    and a flush is made from a weathered grassy stand.
    The bird erupts with its weathered tail fanned…
    and the weathered gun is shouldered and fired offhand.
    He holds the lifeless bird in his old weathered hand…
    and wonders how much longer his weathered steel can withstand.

    I also have to give props to Amflyer's poem; it's simple, sweet, and elegant. I'd write more about why I like it, but I like it because of its simplicity--further analysis would kill the golden goose.

    Metal burnished by my father’s hand.
    Rough, strong hands, red from the cold.
    There’s a worn spot on the stock
    from some old belt buckle.
    “Old Betsy”, “Meat-in-the-pot”, “Lightning;
    Many names for one old gun. Each
    as worn and as used as the man and his gun.
    Its balance is bad, its stock is too short,
    It’s a clumsy, awkward thing really.
    If I should have found it on a shelf, marked
    low for quick sale, I think I would pass.
    But in the hands, of that weathered old man,
    It grew lively and quick; magical,
    Like the man himself.
    And if I close my eyes, I can hear
    shots in the draw, And watch, as birds
    Fall from the sunny sky.

    My favorite, though, has got to be ingebritsng's. stream-of-consciousness rant, for a few reasons. First, I really love the way the writing is structured--not in stanzas or lines, but in staccato bursts of thoughts and ideas. I can relate to the poem because I tend to think in that manner too. It helps that I've been in the same situation the poem's describing far too many times. The alliteration is killer (especially friggin flabbergastedness), and really helps propel the language along. By the way, the colorful, creative language really syncs with the overall feel and realism of the poem.

    I'm reminded, actually, of ee cummings' great "Buffalo Bill."

    Even after taking points off for the phrase, "weapon of death," you do very well sir.
    There you have it straight from Gordon, and here is your winner of the first ever Fieldandstream.com Hunting/Shooting Poetry Contest:

    KABOOM!!! Ears still ring from that first left barrel fired upwards fiften feet above my head. Fifteen feet to that winged pest that flittered still above me in comparable storm. Fumbling finger finds the back trigger while eye unbeliving watch its feathers shake off my weapon of death like hail in winter.

    Nothing! pupil dialate and a look of friggin flabbergastedness settles on barely furry cheeks. Damn it quick u fired on it, fire again while it is still in flight. lever right flip out empties, grab last 2 from old worn belt, next it rests against cheek again and now u slow, take aim, make sure keep both eyes open and slowly pull. Kaboom! Fu#k!
    last chance veer into wind-take aim make sure and steady as a rock. kaboom! pellets frisking wing of feathers flitting down in frisky wing. shake of tail and hardly glimmer at the pest down on the earth, flies that dabnaggin dead bird!

    Ingebritsng – and I’m guessing that’s not your real name – contact our webmaster, identify yourself and send us your mailing address, and I will send you your Drake Waterfowl Double Banded Blind Bag.

    Congratulations, and thanks to all of you who entered.

  • August 17, 2009

    Petzal: Stabbed in the Back By Your Gun?

    Yesterday, the club that tolerates my presence held its annual African Shoot which is limited to rifles of .375 H&H and bigger. The shoot stresses rapid fire and rapid reloading with a reasonable degree of accuracy. Most of the rifles there were bolt-actions, with one Ruger Number One and half a dozen doubles including a black-powder 8-bore. The most popular caliber was .375 H&H, and there were some .416s and .470s.

    What interested me was that, of the 16 or so bolt rifles present, probably 6 or 7 did not cycle. They jammed, or cartridges flew out, or their owners could not feed them correctly. Under the circumstances it cost the shooters points. In real life it could have gotten them killed.

    I may have told this story before, but it bears repeating. In 1992 I hunted in Zimbabwe with a very capable young PH named Doug Reynolds. After I had shot everything I was supposed to, we visited some of his colleagues in their camps, and I noticed that just about every one used a particular American make of .458 as a backup gun. I asked Douglas how come, and he said:

    “The Americans buy these guns, single-load them off a bench rest to sight them in, and bring them over here without having cycled a single magazine through them. Then, when it’s for real the guns jam and the PH has to save their lives. When they leave, they tell the PH, ‘Here, you keep this g**damn thing; it nearly got me killed.’ The PH takes it to the gunsmith in Bulawayo who fixes it, and he’s got a free rifle.”

    One final note. The guy who owns the 8-bore, whose name is Peter, had his rifle double on him. I figure he caught 532 foot-pounds of recoil, which is 9 times what you get from a .458. But then, Peter picked up his beast again and put five shots right about where they should be, in a group you could cover with both hands. Now that is guts.

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