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  • September 30, 2009

    Rifles of Interest: The Savage Model 12 Series Long Range Precision Varmint Dual Port

    A couple of months back, the Savages took me on a prairie dog hunt and the evening before the shooting started I was handed a new version of the Model 12 Series Varmint in .223 to sight in. I did so, and what I saw 100 yards away in the fading light caught my interest—all five shots went in one ragged hole. Could this, I wondered, be the long-sought factory rifle that would break the ½-moa mark?

    So when the hunt was over, I asked Savage for a loaner so I could beat on it at length with a variety of ammo and, after a suitable delay they gave me one with 600 rounds through it, also in .223. Now, before I tell you how I did, I should describe the rifle.

    The Model 12 SLRPVDP is a lineal descendent of the Model 12, which won our Best of the Best award in 2006. It’s a single-shot with an oversized bolt knob, an H-S Precision Varmint stock with an aluminum bedding block (and three bedding screws), a special Accu-Trigger that can be set from 6 ounces* to 2.5 pounds, a 26-inch, deeply-fluted, extra-heavy 26-inch stainless barrel** and a ball-breaking weight of 12 pounds. “Dual Port” refers to the slots cut on both sides of the action, enabling a right-handed shooter to load from the left and eject the empties from the right. This was developed for benchrest shooters who want to get their five shots downrange as fast as possible, and is also good for prairie dog hunters whose blood is up.

    This rifle is exactly what you’d get if you went to a cutting-edge builder of varmint gunss, gave him $5,000, and asked for his best effort, except that the Model 12, etc., costs $1,273.

    The one I was loaned has a Picatinny rail on it, and I strongly recommend this. The scope I mounted is one of the new Bushnell Elite 6500s in 4.5X-30X with mil dots. A better varmint scope I have not seen, and neither have you.

    And so to shooting***. I first fired five varieties of reasonably low-rent factory ammo through the Model 12 and so forth, and it responded by doing its own version of projectile vomiting. However, with the very first handload, it announced that it was the rifle I had been looking for all these years. I was shooting 50-grain Nosler Ballistic Tips, W 748 powder, Remington brass, and CCI 450 primers, and the groups averaged .293, with the smallest group .251.

    So now the question was whether it was a one-load rifle. It is not. Using various combinations of W 748, RelodeR 7, Berger bullets, Winchester brass, CCI BR4 primers, and some match bullets that gunmaker Mickey Coleman gave me and whose maker I have forgotten, I was able to get comparable groups with ease. The overall average for everything is .306-inch, and is just about what I get from my varmint rifles that cost a hell of a lot more than $1,273. If I had used prepped cases, the groups would have been smaller.

    The Model 12 etcetera also comes in .22/250, which will probably not shoot quite as well (it being axiomatic that the more powder you burn the bigger the groups), .204 Ruger (your guess is as good as mine; I am not a fan) and 6mm Norma BR (which may actually shoot a little better). In any event, this particular rifle is the most accurate one I have ever shot that you could buy over the counter, and after 40-plus years of writing about these things, that is saying quite a lot.

    *You can set it at that weight, but it will malfunction. The trigger will release but the sear won’t. Twelve to 18 ounces will do you fine.
    **Savage, which still button-rifles and hand-straightens its barrels, takes some extra pains with these.
    ***Temperature in the 70s, and no wind at all.

  • September 28, 2009

    Bourjaily: South Carolina “Machine-Gun Social"

    In our town, elementary school ice cream socials are a long-standing institution. You go, get a little cup of ice cream in a hot gym, then get volunteered for things you don’t want to do. I dutifully went for all the years my kids were in grade school and am now thankfully done. Seeing this video, I can’t help but think how much more fun would a “machine gun social” would be.

    The event drew 500 people recently and I don’t blame them for showing up: $25 bucks for full magazine, a BBQ sandwich – something they know how to make in South Carolina – and a chance at a rifle is a pretty good deal.

    My only quibble with the idea is, why raffle off an AK-47? At the very least, a candidate to lead the National Guard (SC is the only state that elects its Guard adjutant general) should award a US service rifle. It would be even better, though, to give away a gun made in South Carolina: why wasn’t first prize a Jarrett rifle or a South Carolina-made Model 70? I guarantee people would pay more than $25 for that ticket.

    From AOL News:
    GREENVILLE, S.C. (Sept. 27) -- A candidate to be South Carolina's next National Guard leader skipped the fiery speeches for firepower, launching his campaign with what he called a "machine-gun social."

    The Greenville News reports some 500 people came out to a shooting range Saturday for Republican Dean Allen's political rally. He wants to be the next adjutant general, the person who leads the state's National Guard.

    Attendees paid $25 for barbecue, a clip of bullets for target practice and the chance to win a semiautomatic AK-47. Whoever wins the rifle will have to undergo a background check.

    Allen says he is an Army veteran who wanted to celebrate Second Amendment rights. South Carolina is the only state that elects its adjutant general.

  • September 25, 2009

    Bourjaily: Major Gunmakers Moving to Idaho?

    Here’s a good rumor to chew on. Will Idaho be home to one of our major gunmakers?  Much as South Dakota attracted gun and ammunition makers like Dakota, Black Hills, Corbon, A-Square and others, Idaho is actively courting the firearms industry. It is, after all, an extremely gun-friendly state, and it doesn’t hurt that it offers tremendous outdoor recreation as well.

    Idaho is considering a new industrial park built specifically with gunmakers in mind, with possible features including – get this --  a mile-long underground range. According to this story, Idaho is competing with Tennesse and Texas for one particular maker about to change address – either Ruger, S&W or Remington – according to this story:

    I have no inside knowledge of which of the three companies named is planning a move, so you are free to speculate. But think about it: your Model 700, your Model 77 or your Model 29 could come with the words “Made in Idaho” stamped on the barrel.

    *   *  *

    In a tangentially related story, one Idaho company has made the unusual decision to switch from making semiconductors to shotguns. Advanced Precision of Meridian, Idaho, having lost a big semiconductor client, is going into the shotgun business in partnership with Legacy Sports of Nevada, importer of Verona and Escort shotguns and Howa rifles.

    According to Legacy CEO Gene Lumsden, Legacy will import half the parts from Turkish maker Hatsan, who makes Escort shotguns, with the other half being made in Idaho, where the guns will also be assembled.

    There will be a pump first, then a semiauto, both geared to the LE/military market with the first guns to be made by November.

  • September 24, 2009

    Petzal: On Tracking and Losing Game

    Those of you who saw my half-hour on the Outdoor Channel heard me claim that I had never lost a head of game that I had shot. This is true, but what I did not have time to add was that, on at least three occasions, if I had not had expert help, I would have. What I’ve learned about tracking hit animals is: Get down on your hands and knees and crawl if you have to and don’t give up.

    Very often even a fatal wound will result in very small drops of blood falling very infrequently, and unless you have extraordinary eyesight you’ll miss them unless you get down on the ground and look at every leaf, twig, and blade of grass. When you do find blood, mark it with surveyor’s tape. After a while, a trail will emerge. (And if you think that blue light will show up blood in the outdoors, you can’t prove it by me.)

    Fatally-hit animals can go astonishing distances and/or get themselves into spots where it’s almost impossible to locate them. Years ago in Alabama, Wayne van Zwoll shot a nice whitetail buck that ran off. Wayne began tracking it at noon, and worked on the trail through the rest of the day and into the night, then picked it up the next morning and stayed with it until evening when he finally found the animal.

    Even with that kind of effort it doesn’t always work out. About ten years ago in Africa a friend shot an eland that we followed for two and a half days, dawn to dark. Its trail showed that it was eating and drinking, and after a while there was no blood at all, so the trackers said that it would recover from whatever damage had been done to it and we gave up the search.

  • September 23, 2009

    Bourjaily: A Remington 870 Can Last Forever

    The October 2009 Popular Mechanics  “Self Reliance Issue” is all about fending for yourself: surviving emergencies, living off the grid, as well as just being generally handy. One feature, “The Soul of an Old Machine” profiles do-it-yourselfers who prefer to fix and maintain old stuff rather than replace it. It includes a sidebar called “Tomorrow’s Classics,” listing four tools which, if given a modicum of care, will work for you and for your children. They are:

    Channellock 421 Pliers

    Stanley Powerlock Tape Measure

    Troy-Bilt Garden Tiller

    Remington 870 Shotgun

    The 870 copy reads:

    “Harry S. Truman was president when the 870 was born. Since then, millions of the no-fuss pump guns have been purchased to hunt everything from doves to deer. A little light oil on the breech bolt and a good scrubbing with No. 9 solvent are all it takes to make this smooth slider last for generations.”

    First of all, kudos to Popular Mechanics for giving the 870 its due as a tool for the ages. Second, I am sure this list could be much, much longer.

    So, the floor is open for nominations for classic tools that are indispensible, easy to maintain, and will last forever. Although guns and outdoor gear are obviously more than welcome on this list, any tool of any kind is eligible. My wife’s KitchenAid stand mixer would make the cut, for instance: it’s 22 pounds of steel, made in the USA since 1919, iconic, unbreakable and virtually maintenance-free. There’s one. What else?

  • September 22, 2009

    Petzal: A Motto to Live By

    Everyone needs a motto. My high school’s motto was “Spirit o’er circumstance, ever supreme.” We changed it to “Screw it o’er circumstance, ever supreme,” and it seemed more appropriate. My Army regiment’s motto was “Esse quam videri,” “To be rather than to seem.” However, the best motto for my stage of life was provided by my fellow gun writer Stan Trzoniec: “Who gives a s**t?” Stan says that when you’re over 65 matters are truly out of your hands, and you can now relax and watch things come apart at the seams without getting your guts in a knot. For example:

    “The American people have finally become aware that their government is no longer able to govern.”

    “Who gives a s**t?”

    So there I was shooting at 300 yards with a rifle of proven accuracy and a scope that worked fine and for some unfathomable reason I was spraying bullets all over the target. It wasn’t the wind; I had a wind flag downrange. The idea that I could be shooting badly was to absurd to contemplate, and that left me fresh out of solutions. So in a resonant voice, I said:

    “Who gives a s**t?,” packed up my stuff, and drove home.

    It felt good. You should try it, even if you’re under 65.

  • September 21, 2009

    Bourjaily: Youth Deer Season Done Right

    Hunting season started exactly the right way for me this year. I tagged along with my son John and my friend Mike (pictured below) for an evening hunt on opening day of our youth deer season. Mike had graciously invited John to sit in his bowstand and take first crack at his best spot.

    I realize many hunters dislike Iowa for its $500 non-resident tags, and I don’t blame them in the least, but we do have a great youth deer season that more states should copy.  Rather than make our kids hunt in the cold, crazy December gun season, the state opens youth season opens before any other deer seasons begins. Youth hunters are the first ones in the field and their season runs for 16 days. If they don’t fill their tag, it’s good in any of our other gun seasons. The weather is pleasant and overall success rates run very high – about 50%. Since he started at age 12 (he’s now 15), John has hunted a total of five days and shot three deer, including one big enough to cost me the price of a skull mount. Not surprisingly, he loves deer hunting. Seasons like this one are a great way to recruit new hunters and every state should have one.

    If you were wondering, the gun in the picture is a 20 gauge NEF/H&R Ultra Slug. It is one of the great firearms bargains of any kind: it lists for $307 with a laminated stock, and a mere $249 with plain hardwood. It shoots as well or better than guns costing many times more and the heavy barrel helps keep slug recoil manageable. Sighting this one in for John’s hunt, I put five Remington AccuTips into 2 ½ inches at 100 yards.

    One AccuTip was enough for this buck. The slug went in one side, out the other, and destroyed both lungs on the way through. AccuTips are impressive slugs and as expensive (12.99/five) as the Ultra Slug is cheap.

  • September 17, 2009

    Bourjaily: Two Shotguns Equal One Bow?

    So I walked into the local sporting goods store a few weeks ago, not really thinking that I needed a Benelli, but there in the rack was a brand new black M2, marked as used. It was pristine, and the asking price was so low I figured if nothing else I could immediately sell it and make money. Right next to it was a next-to-new Legacy, one of Benelli’s higher grade models, also very – by Benelli standards – reasonably priced.

    I asked the kid at the counter about the two guns.

    “They’ve been test-fired only. Some guy traded them both yesterday in on a new Mathews bow.”

    It turns out the bow was fully set up, with arrows and sights and releases and quivers, and the guy got some other gear, too, but still, since when does one bow equal two guns? The kicker is, two or three years from now, the archery manufacturers will convince the guy that traded in his Benellis that his bow is now obsolete, and he’ll want to swap it for a new one.

    It’s not as if deer release a newer, faster version of themselves every couple of years. It seems like the bow that killed a deer in, say, 2005, could probably kill one today or even next year. If gunmakers could figure out how to trick us into trading for new guns every couple of seasons the way the archery manufacturers do, the firearms industry would be in a lot better shape today.

    Someone please explain this phenomenon to me.

    By the way, I bought the M2 and left the Legacy for someone else to luck into.

  • September 16, 2009

    Bourjaily: Saving Conservation Reserve Programs

    We don’t usually address conservation in this space but the way I look at it, shotguns aren’t good for much if you don’t have birds to hunt with them.

    Back in the early 80s, when fencerow to fencerow farming was devastating pheasant populations, I can remember going hunting with my cousin one day. It was right at the beginning of the whitetail population boom, and all we saw that were a couple of hen pheasants and dozens of deer. “The limit ought to be three deer a day and one pheasant a year instead of the other way around,” Shaun said.

    A few years later, the USDA’s Conservation Reserve Program came along, turning millions of acres of cropland into grass. Pheasant populations rebounded. When the prairie droughts of the late 80s and early 90s ended and rains came to the Midwest, wetland basins in idled grass fields made excellent waterfowl nesting habitat and duck populations came back as well. The strong fall flights of the last 15 years have been due to rainy weather and CRP.  We are actually “exporting” ducks to Canada as explained in this Delta Waterfowl Press release.

    CRP is not perfect – it has not met its potential to improve bobwhite habitat, for instance – but it has been great for farmland wildlife and much better than intensive row-crop agriculture, which is where we seem to be headed once again. In the last five years, 4.2 million acres have gone out of the program, and there is a potential for another 21 million acres to go back into production over the next five years.

    With the future of the program in doubt, the USDA is holding a public comment period through the rest of this month and into October as detailed in the this Pheasants Forever release.

    Take a minute to voice your support.

  • September 15, 2009

    Petzal: The Worst Place in the World?

    One of the benefits of big-game hunting is that you get to see odd parts of the world that few other people do. Mostly this is uplifting, but sometimes you end up where you just want to get the hell out. First on my list of such places is Schefferville, which lies 1,000 miles north of Montreal in Provence Quebec. Founded in 1953 as an iron-mining town, it came upon hard times in 1980 when the mines closed down. Since then, the population has declined to 202, as per the 2006 census.

    The roads stop 350 miles south of Schefferville, so the only way to get in or out is by charter plane or by the once-a-week train that runs there. The weather tends to be extreme; it rains or snows more than 300 days a year. Schefferville’s current reason for existence is as a marshalling point for caribou hunters. They fly from Montreal to Schefferville en masse and transfer to float planes which distribute them to various camps out on the tundra. It is an easy place to get stranded. In Montreal, I’ve run into hunters who had spent a week in Schefferville airport waiting for a flight back to civilization. They were on the brink of madness

    Schefferville is post-apocalyptic. The houses are deserted and mostly in ruins. (A few are maintained nicely by outfitters for their clients.) The decaying streets are littered with broken glass. Stray dogs roam the streets. There are no stores. There was a small hotel that vanished years ago (I understand it has now been rebuilt) and a couple of small diners where I did not die from eating the food. You hardly ever see another human being.

    Here is the quintessential Schefferville experience. In 1983, I was waiting in the lobby of the little hotel when one of the local inhabitants lurched through the door and sat down next to me. He smelled like a distillery. A fresh bandage covered part of his face. He lifted it, exposing a red, empty socket and said:

    “Bad man take my eye last night. You give me money?”

    I screamed and ran out into the street where I ran into Craig Boddington.

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