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No. 1, Happy New Year January 1,
1994
No. 2, SHOT Show Issue January 31,
1994
No. 3, Ides of March March 1, 1994
No. 4, April Fool March 22, 1994
No. 5, Maytime May 1994
No. 6, Maytime Supplement April 25,
1994
No. 7, The Golden Joys, 1994 June 3,
1994
Casualty Report
No. 8, July, 1994 July 11, 1994
No. 9, High Summer July 26, 1994
No. 10, Dog Days, 1994 August 11,
1994
No. 11, National Condition Orange,
1994 September 1, 1994
No. 12, Summer's End, 1994 September 27,
1994
No. 13, Hunting Season, 1994 October 27,
1994
No. 14, Thanksgiving, 1994 November 10,
1994
No. 15, December, 1994 November 30,
1994
No. 16, Christmas, 1994 December 20,
1994
Jeff Cooper's Commentaries
Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 2, No. 1 1 January 1994
HAPPY NEW YEAR
We were certainly happy to be able to put 1993 behind us, doubtless the worst
year we can remember. From Belfast to Bosnia, from Somaliland to Ceylon, from
Korea to Kabul, from Gotham to Gunsite, and from Waco to Washington, it was a
year we do not wish to dwell better, since it could hardly be worse. Let us
see to it.
The bright spot of `93 was our great Gunsite Reunion honoring Theodore
Roosevelt's birthday at the Whittington Center in New Mexico. We already have
plans for the next event in `94 and we hope that this will be the beginning of
a great tradition.
Nineteen ninety-four is the centennial of the great Winchester lever-action
30-30, one of the outstanding artifacts of modern times One correspondent has
suggested that it should be replaced in its tactical niche by the Russian SKS
in caliber 7.62 x 39, but somehow we tend to resist this notion. Among other
things the SKS is clumsy, and its appearance aggravates the hoplophobes. I do
not wish to sound chicken in this matter, but one of the nice things about the
Model 94 is its innocent "Old West" appearance. If John Wayne loved it, it's
got to be good.
The forthcoming SHOT show in Dallas may show us various new things. Steve
Homady has promised us a "quantum leap" in loaded rifle ammunition, and the
IPSC booth will display a Belgian assembly of existing parts which is intended
to serve as a prototype for practical rifle competition. Doubtless there will
be many other things of note, and we will report upon them in the next issue
of this paper.
Speaking of the Hornady operation, we regret to report that they are no longer
manufacturing the excellent jacketed-truncated-cone (JTC) bullet for the 45
auto. This was the best projectile for this cartridge so far seen, and it has
been our mainstay for duty operations for lo these many years.
It seems to be a principle of our modern industrial society to cease producing
anything good as soon as it is discovered to be good. This may be the result
of a general philosophy in sales to cause the consumer to grab whatever it is
he likes at once before it is taken off the market. I can think of a dozen
examples in the firearms field, and scores more throughout industry in
general.
"If it is good, get it now. It won't be here tomorrow!"
This Russian patriot Zhirinovsky now claims that Russia should reclaim
Finland, Poland, the Baltic states, and Alaska. Much as our State Department
enjoys giving in on all points suggested by European claimants, I do not think
we should let Zhirinovsky have Alaska, which is our national game preserve. On
the other hand, in the true spirit of negotiation, maybe we should make him an
offer. Chick Hastings suggests that we offer him the District of Columbia, New
York City, and San Francisco.
Bambi's revenge continues. We read of a sportsman who got scooped up by a
crocodile in Northern Australia, and of a gent who was done in by a nilgai
down on a game farm in Texas. I do not think, however, that the beasties stand
to win in the long run. There are too many of us and too few of them.
Family member and long-time Orange Gunsite staffer, Dr. Lloyd Pond of New
Mexico, has sometimes pointed out that the advantages of the Weaver Stance
over the isosceles are attributable to basic anatomical geometry. Now we get
further corroboration from Dr. Edward P. Jastram, III of Montana:
"It turns out that the reflexive facilitation inhibition patterns of
gait involve the muscles of the shoulder girdle and upper extremities
as well as those of the lower, and that the precision with which one
may use his muscles specific for stability, trigger and recoil control
is position dependent."
I am not sure I fully understand that, but I have seen the Weaver Stance
prevail and have taught it ever since its invention by Jack Weaver and its
analysis by John Plahn so many years ago. Now it appears that the notion can
be said to be "medically approved."
Let us not fail to celebrate Dan Dennehy's birthday on 15 January. This is a
National Gunsite Holiday and all family members are authorized to take the day
off.
From our enemies in the media we learn that the passage of the Brady Bill,
while admittedly a totally ineffectual measure, was nonetheless a victory
because it diminished the power of the National Rifle Association. From our
standpoint, it is hard to believe that it did. It made Congress, not the NRA,
look silly. But mostly it made these hoplophobic news commentators look even
sillier. These people remind us of the spoiled child who threatens to hold his
breath until he turns blue if he does not get his way, whether or not his way
makes any sense - even to him.
From family member Bob Budz the following:
"Big Brother is now here - and look, he is retarded!"
Of course not all pundits are our enemies. Joe Sobran is a strong warrior on
our side. Consider the following, extracted from his column appearing on 12
December in the Washington Times.
"Because the state can no longer protect us from crime, it wants to
take away from us the means of protecting ourselves. This is the logic
of gun control."
"In short, we - or our rulers, at any rate - now make law lawlessly.
Bill Clinton wants to license all handguns in the United States. He
affects not to know that the Second Amendment forbids the federal
government to infringe our right to keep and bear arms. He doesn't
ask, because he doesn't care, where the federal government gets the
lawful power to require the licensing of guns. He thinks it has the
actual political power to do it, and for him that is all that counts."
"So law-abiding citizens are left at a disadvantage - caught between a
criminal class that disdains the law and a ruling class that disdains
the Constitution."
That is beautifully put and, we hope, widely read.
From South Africa we hear of a most curious example of gun theft. In South
Africa, as you know, a lost firearm is a serious matter before the law and the
bereaved owner must be able to prove to the satisfaction of the authorities
that he had manifested no contributory negligence. It turns out that a shooter
from Durban many years ago had his P35 stolen. But just last month he was
notified by the police that it had been recovered. When he went down to pick
up his pistol he first maintained that it was not his, since it was quite a
bit different from the piece he had lost. The police insisted that it had to
be his because the numbers matched. Upon further examination the man noted
that most things about the weapon had been improved, including sights, speed,
safety, and stock. It was also cleaner and in better shape than when he had
lost it. This is one of the most curious stories I have heard. One certainly
does not think of a thief as being a pistolero, but then who knows what the
odyssey of that pistol may have been? Somebody along the line had an
appreciation of good equipment. One wonders if he will turn up to congratulate
the original owner.
I continue to get good reports about the Para-Ordnance 45 Auto. I have not yet
used it to the extent necessary to form an opinion, but I will talk to the
people at SHOT and see what the latest developments are.
In this degenerate period in the life of the republic, I most strongly urge
all responsible people to find a copy of the Constitution of the United States
and to read the Tenth Amendment thereto with great care. I have not yet heard
it proposed that legislators and executives who are ignorant of the supreme
law of the land may be charged with "political malpractice," but it is high
time that someone brought this up.
Back in the Dark Ages when I was but a lad, the following advice about the
military services was often heard:
"If you want to learn a trade, join the Army.
If you want a clean bunk
every
night, join the Navy.
If you want to fly, join the Air Force.
If you want to fight, join
the
Marines."
That advice may no longer be applicable in the Bilarial administration, but
those people now in the White House will not be around forever - much as it
may seem so with every passing week.
It now appears that I will be chatting with Gordon Liddy again on the air on
Monday, 7 February. I enjoyed our session last fall and I look forward to
exchanging ideas again with a man of courage. He who is able to look the power
of the state squarely in the eye without flinching is all too rare in the
Age of the Common Man.
A couple of years ago we coined the appellation, "Preoccupation with
Inconsequential Increments," or PII. This peculiarity lies in attributing
importance to measurable deviations so small as to be meaningless. You see it
in the people who shoot test groups in rifles, awarding a prize to a group
which is only thousandths of an inch smaller than those unrewarded. One sees
it in speed records awarded in one-thousandths of one mile-per-hour. One sees
it in basketball scores which, nearing the century mark, are separated by less
than three points. In all such cases Score A is "better" than Score B, but who
cares?
An increment may be termed inconsequential when it has no significant
relationship to the purpose of the exercise. Of course if the purpose of the
exercise is in itself inconsequential some may not think this to be foolish. A
very distinguished general at Quantico once caused the sign to be placed over
the exit door of every office asking, in brilliant scarlet and gold, "What are
you trying to do?" There was a man who knew more about human nature than most.
"Jeff Cooper's Commentaries," a sort of zamizdat Gunsite Gossip from behind
the rice curtain here at Gunsite, is furnished regularly to both Guns & Ammo
magazine and the current owner of the Gunsite Training Center. It is not
available by subscription, due to the terms of the sale of the ranch, but
appears to be much in demand. If you like it, show it to a friend. If he likes
it, he may show it to a friend. This way I may still put out the word.
The next time you kill a buffalo bear in mind this recipe that I recently ran
across in an old English cookbook: "Take the heavy thigh bones and roast them
in the coals until they crack; then carefully spoon out the marrow, season it
with salt and cayenne, and spread the mixture on toast." Funny I never ran
across that before!
Riflemaster and longtime Orange Gunsite stalwart, Larry Larsen, has joined the
Babamkulu adventure for May of this year and he faces that delightful quandary
about which rifle to take. He will not be hunting buffalo or elephant, so he
does not need a heavy (with which Gunsite would provide him as holding the
Gunsite Expert Badge.)
His choice is therefore between the 30-06 220 and the 350 250 ("Fireplug.")
Either will do very well in the hands of a master marksman, so there is really
very little to discuss. However, if Larry scores in Africa with his Fireplug
he will then rate a Fireplug pin with a blood-red center. On the other hand,
if he scores with the 30-06, he will be in a position to promote conspicuous
international amity by leaving his ammunition behind. Fireplug ammunition is
useless in Africa, since there are no weapons there to take it, but that is
certainly not true of 30-06, which has been world-standard since before I was
born.
In either case Larry will rate the brassard of the Gunsite African Rifles,
which really dresses up one's uniform.
Joe Sobran, the columnist we mentioned previously, has come up with a nifty
epithet for that zoological accretion with which Bill and Hillary have
surrounded themselves in the White House, to wit: "The gaffe menagerie."
"That circus in D.C. would be funny if it didn't hurt so much."
Maggie Sullivan
The Nazis may have left us the Volkswagen and the freeway, but they have also
handed us a nasty little terminological keepsake in the term "Assault Rifle."
As you doubtless know, the Germans decided that they had to have something
better for their tank-riders in Russia than either the G98 Mauser or the MP40
Schmeisser, the one being too clumsy and slow to fire, and the other, in 9 mmP, under-powered.
So
they came up with a sort of hybrid piece splitting the
difference. This was first called the MP (for Maschine Pistole) 44, but since
it did not take a pistol cartridge but rather a shortened 8 mm rifle
cartridge, they changed its name to StG44 for "Sturmgewehr" which is literally
translated as "assault rifle." When the Soviets picked over the wreckage of
the Third Reich they really cottoned to the idea of the Sturmgewehr and came
up with the Kalashnikov family of similar characteristics but using a
different cartridge. This, of course, was the AK47. Weapons of this sort have
a definite utility in armored warfare, though it is distinctly specialized.
However, the Soviets and their satellites produced the AK47 and subsequent
clones in such vast numbers that this piece is now world-standard from Beirut
to the Bronx. Its tactical characteristics are not as important as its title.
"Assault Rifle" is something the hoplophobes can really get hold of and wave
around, whether or not they have any idea of what they are talking about -
which usually they do not. So I guess we can attribute part of our problem
here in the period of Clintomania to German ingenuity - not to the weapon
itself, but to its title. Thanks a lot!
An Italian correspondent, viewing the current situation here at Gunsite,
opined that the new owner had bought the box and thrown away the contents.
This puts it very well. Italian is not only a beautiful language, but also a
very expressive one.
One Jun Yamasaki, a Japanese bureaucrat, observes pungently that:
"When a
rabbit raised in a zoo is suddenly kicked out into the wild, it is likely to
be eaten."
There is a man of perceptivity!
Family member Mike Cox, who is now stationed in Saudi Arabia, recently took
advantage of geography to split down to Africa for a bit of hunting. I
understand his reasons for this, but he did make what I consider to be a
couple of mistakes. He decided to hunt buffalo on his first venture, and to
use a borrowed piece when he got there. He also had not come to rifle school,
though presumably he knew how to shoot.
His outfitter handed him a 375. Now this cartridge may be world standard and
certainly has killed innumerable buffalo, but it is not a proper buffalo gun.
Mike's first shot was perfectly placed in the shoulder, but as is not
uncommon, the buff took no notice of it and disappeared into thick thorn. Mike
then proceeded to short-stroke his rifle and jam it up tight. The PH
immediately swapped the jammed 375 for his 458. With the second shot the buff
went down and the hunter proceeded to short-stroke that one. The buff then got
up and Mike shot him twice more with the 375, concluding the action. The range
was about 12 paces and both hunters well and truly had blood on their shoes.
Now this was very exciting, and turned out well, but it makes two points. One,
work that bolt, in front of your televisor, for at least a month before you
take off. And two, use enough gun for buffalo.
To complete his adventure, Mike went up to Vic Falls where he had a run-in
with a bunch of baboons. The ape chieftain, feeling his band threatened by a
man without a gun, started throwing rocks. I have always been under the
impression that while apes can throw things, they cannot throw them accurately
since their brains are not arranged that way. In this case, however, Mike said
that a couple of rocks about the size of softballs flew by close aboard. Mike
happened to be wearing a sheath knife, and when he drew it, it seemed to get
the attention of the ape. He threatened with his teeth, but chose not to close
to hand-to-hand distance.
I do not recount this to embarrass good old Mike, but only to point out that
there are things to be learned about the African bush even today in the Age of the Wimp
Prayer for 1994:
"Let each man get what he deserves."
Brad Ackman
Please Note. These "Commentaries" are for personal use only. Not for publication.
Jeff Cooper's Commentaries
Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 2, No. 2 31 January 1994
Shot Show Issue
As we go crowding into February, which is usually thought of as the worst
month of the year, we may soften the blow by considering various aspects of
the Shooting, Hunting and Outdoor Trades Show held this year in Dallas. This
year's event was the best I can remember, but that may have something to with
the fact that last year's version in Houston was unsatisfactory. For whatever
reason, I saw more things and got more things done this year than ever before,
partly because of excellent contacts made.
I was able to discuss certain revisions in the presentation of "Cooper's
Corner" in Guns & Ammo magazine with the new editor, Kevin Steele, and can
look forward to broader coverage in the magazine, beginning with the May
issue. I was able to talk at some length with Clint Smith of Thunder Ranch and
to arrange for various rifle qualifications at his facility prior to the
Babamkulu expedition to Africa in May. I talked with the people from Brno
about new production. It is possible that we may be getting something
interesting from them in due course. Naturally I talked with Steyr-Mannlicher,
but without notable success, on the prospects of the production Scout Rifle. I
was able to foster a few plans with Jean-Pierre Denis, President of IPSC, and
with the range officials at Prague concerning the forthcoming practical rifle
conference to be held there in June. As you doubtless know, there are serious
complications about the conduct of practical rifle competition on an
international scale. We profoundly hope that they may be resolved to
everyone's satisfaction.
In addition to this sort of thing, we were able to look at a greater than
usual number of new products of interest.
IPSC had a booth at Dallas this year, conducted by Nick Alexacos from Canada
and Jean-Pierre Denis, the International President. Many tapes of the Tenth
World Shoot at Bisley were displayed and seemed to attract much interest.
I talked at some length with the Voere people from Kufstein to see how they
were progressing with their caseless cartridge project. At this time they are
pretty satisfied with their 22 version and are hard at work upon a 6
millimeter. The concept of the caseless cartridge has always worried me
because of the possibility of inadvertent ignition. The Voere people, however,
insist you can hold that cartridge by its bullet and light the rear with a
torch and hold it in your hand while it burns. Nobody volunteered to do this,
but it is a cute idea. The caseless cartridge may be "the wave of the future,"
but it is sometime down the trail. Not in my lifetime, certainly, and probably
not in yours.
Don Mitchell, of Mitchell Arms, showed me a couple of very nice 1911 clones
available with both standard and oversized magazines. This may be the way to
look for the immediate future.
Now that the media are doing their best to cover up the Waco atrocity, they
have been able to downrate the news with the forensic pornography surrounding
the Bobbitt case. In response to this, Dan Dennehy, the renowned knife maker
who has long been one of the stalwarts of Orange Gunsite, will now offer a
special instrument to be known as the "Dan Dennehy Dick Docker," featuring a
serrated edge and a pink plastic hilt. He will have it on special order for
uppity feminists as soon as it is available.
Steve Hornady was showing off his newly designed "linear" tracer ammunition
for pistols, plus a new chronograph and a line of center-fire rifle ammunition
termed "Light Magnum."
The tracer was very interesting, using as it does a thin axial cylinder of
illumination material, rather than a chunk in the base as is now customary.
This ammunition is now available in 38 Special and 9mm P and is intended
primarily for police training. I am not sure that I understand its advantages
in this activity, but I am willing to be convinced.
The new chronograph shows much promise, and I have ordered one for my own use
since I no longer have access to the Gunsite materiel I acquired during my
ownership.
The Light Magnum rifle ammunition purports to obtain significant velocity
increases with no increase in pressure. Here again I remain to be convinced,
and I will certainly run tests as soon as I receive both the ammunition and
the chronograph. The claim is that this loading system will turn the 30-06
into a 300 Magnum, and the 308 into a 30-06. This sounds like something for
nothing, but modern science is indeed wonderful.
Personally, I see no need to upgrade the power of the 30-06 by increasing its
speed. I have long held that if you want more power than is available in the
30-06, you do not want more velocity, you want more bullet. Three cartridges
that might really use additional velocity are the 308, the 350 RM, and the
458, since each of these is hampered by a case capacity too small for optimum
ballistics. (John Gannaway can indeed achieve full velocity in the 350 RM, but
only by loading up to the point where the cases are not re-usable.)
In case you are thinking about building up a rifle, Scout or otherwise, be
sure you check with Pachmayr in Los Angeles to be sure you have a proper
supply of hammerhead flush sling-sockets. I was told at SHOT that they are
out of production, and yet they are the only sensible way to attach a sling to
the rifle. Come to think of it, you better get on this even if you are not
thinking about building a rifle. Trade goods are always useful.
Note that Gunsite Orange stalwart and family member Walt Mansell of California
is running by petition for the Board of Directors of the National Rifle
Association. This is a good man and we need all we can get.
Springfield Arms (now referred to as Springfield Inc.) is also making 1911
clones as fast as they may be produced, and Para-Ordnance is going ahead with
their pioneer productions of the double column 45.
It has never been clear to me why increased magazine capacity in a defensive
pistol is particularly choice. The bigger the magazine the bigger the gun, and
the bigger the gun the harder it is to get hold of for people with small
hands. And what, pray, does one need all those rounds for? How many lethal
antagonists do you think you are going to be able to handle? Once when Bruce
Nelson was asked by a suspect if the thirteen-round magazine in the P35 was
not a big advantage, Bruce's answer was, "Well, yes, if you plan to miss a
lot." The highest score I know of at this time achieved by one man against a
group of armed adversaries was recorded in (of all places) the Ivory Coast!
There, some years ago, a graduate student of mine laid out five goblins, with
four dead and one totaled for the hospital. Of course there is the episode of
Alvin York and his eight, but there is some dispute about that tale. (If you
read it over very carefully you will see what I mean.) Be that as it may, I
see no real need for a double column magazine. It is all the rage, of course,
and like dual air bags, it is a popular current sales gimmick.
In shotguns we were again enchanted by the Perazzi display, including the
top-grade works of art retailing for nearly seventy-thousand dollars. Even if
I were very rich, I do not think I could bring myself to shoot a shotgun
selling for the price of a middle-grade Mercedes Benz, but it is charming to
know that such things exist. At the SHOT Show they will even let you touch
one, if you are polite.
Note that while Steve Hornady has stopped making his excellent 230-grain JTC
bullet for the 45 ACP cartridge, Nosler has taken up the torch and is now
producing that bullet for sale.
The Republic is in very bad shape - probably the worst since 1776 - but it
does us all well to remember that the principles of the Founding Fathers stand
as sound and irrefutable today as yesterday. We must bear in mind that "they"
cannot disarm us. They do not have the legal power, of course, but neither do
they have the physical power. An army may be defeated by another army, but the
people of a nation cannot be, as long as they are aware of their principles
and maintain their determination to observe them. We hope, of course, that
"they" never presume to try, because "they" simply cannot do it. What the
American people need is the viscera to tell "them" No! God grant that we still
have the courage!
"Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do
children of humans as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in
the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or
nothing."
Helen Keller, via Chuck Lyford
The item that got my attention most forcefully in the entire show was the new
Blaser rifle called the R-93. Gehardt Blenk, the proprietor of Blaser in
Bavaria, is well-known for his innovative approach to design, and the 93 is
radical enough for the most convinced high-tech enthusiast. It features the
quick caliber interchange of previous models, but goes much farther than that.
It is a straight-pull bolt-action, but it is not related to the old
Schmidt-Rubin and Ross straight-pulls in that its bolt does not turn. When the
bolt handle is tugged rearward the entire radial locking system is withdrawn
into the bolt proper, allowing the action to be opened and closed in a split
second. Both right and left hand bolts are available, and a whole slew of
calibers up to and including the 416.
In all Blaser models the telescope is mounted on the barrel, which would lend
itself well to Scoutscope system if the necessary ingredients were fabricated
- which will not be for the present.
More dramatic than the straight-pull action, from the utilitarian standpoint,
is a radical trigger release which I do not fully understand now, but which I
will when my personal 93 arrives in April. This trigger employs the action of
a vertical pedestal and is claimed to require no adjustment or tuning
whatever. The release on the demonstration gun was superb, and that is
something very rare in the industry today.
The R-93 is handicapped slightly by a small magazine capacity of three rounds.
Current rifle magazines resemble the fuel tanks of current automobiles.
Downsize, they do not hold enough. It is true that I have never shot a
bolt-action rifle dry in action, but then I have never had occasion to use a
life jacket either. The difference in the utility of high capacity magazines
in rifles and pistols is the result of the different concept of the purpose of
the weapon.
The Blaser R-93 is not a Scout rifle, but it is a fascinating technical
forward step. Who knows what the future may bring?
I speak to the Czechs regularly about the revival of that excellent pop-up
rear aperture sight that used to be standard equipment upon the ZKK actions.
They keep right on looking blank, so the installation of a proper rear
ghost-ring remains largely a do-it-yourself proposition.
People ask me what progress I am making on "The Art of the Rifle" and I can
only respond that it is slow going. With the convulsion here at Gunsite my
literary output is cut back by more than half, while my professional
correspondence seems, if anything, to increase.
Now, however, I must get serious. Regarding the example of Sir Richard Burton,
who promised "The Book of the Sword" and then died before he got to the last
two volumes, I cannot let that happen.
We hear of an unfortunate woman who, during an nighttime asthma attack,
confused the small handgun she kept under her pillow with an asthma inhaler
and proceeded to relieve her symptoms. It was not a fatal mistake, partly
because she used a 25 ACP, which everyone knows is not sufficient to clear
sinuses.
From John B. Hubbard of Bangor, Maine
We were amused to hear recently from Alvin Hammer, a rifle graduate from Old
Gunsite and a prospective member of the Babamkulu group, that people in his
area (at least some people) regard his prospective adventure in Africa as too
dangerous. What a curious idea is that! If these people would like to avoid
dangers they should take the precaution of not being born. (Might that be a
good reason for abortion?). As someone once pointed out, none of us is going
to make it alive. True, we might get shot in Africa. We also might get shot in
Washington D.C., or struck by lightning, or headed by some drunk in a pickup
truck. No one who has lived through a battle will ever let such things bother
him.
"By my troth I care not. Man owes God a death, and come what way it will, he
that dies this day is quit for the next."
In any case, the Babamkulu adventure is setting up nicely. I will have to fax
Danie van Graan, who will be our host at Engonyameni, to the effect that if
anybody gets shot on this venture he will have to apologize to Jesse Jackson.
Charlie Putman of Colorado, who holds both the Gunsite Scharfschutzenabzeichen
and the Gunsite Lion Badge, put in for one of the new R-93 Blasers in caliber
416. I do not know what Charlie intends to do with that, but I will bet he is
the first kid on his block to show it off.
"Consensus is the negation of leadership."
Margaret Thatcher, via Eric S.H. Ching
Mark Moritz recently introduced me to "the pistol that shoots everything." It
is a Smith-frame revolver that accepts any known cartridge in the 9mm
persuasion, from the 380 to the 357. It accomplishes this by means of a trick
cylinder and ejector system that accommodates to any sort of rim. Mark tells
me that this is the answer, in view of the dark times ahead when ammunition
may be as hard to come by as good whiskey during Prohibition. Could be. In any
case, it is a very interesting piece.
The run on arms and ammunition has caused shortages here and there throughout
the country. In my opinion this phenomenon is a direct result of the passage
of the Brady Bill. As everybody knows, that bill will do nothing about
anything, but it does indicate that the hoplophobes now feel that they are
free to go ahead with other and more ruinous action.
I have long preached that one should never be caught short in his personal
armament, either in regard to the weapons or the ammunition. Keep up your
supply, and do not neglect the 22 rimfire, which may well turn into the
"ballistic wampum" I have spoken of the past.
If you have any loading equipment, stock primers, which may constitute the
weakest link in the chain.
"The entire modern deification of survival, per se, survival returning to its
self, survival naked and abstract with the denial of any subsequent excellence
in what survives except the capacity for more survival still, is surely the
strangest intellectual stopping place ever proposed by one man to another."
William James, via Roy Traband
That curious trial of the survivors of the Waco atrocity suggests trying the
Christians for irritating the lions. ("Your honor, he just kept hitting me on
the fist with his face!")
I have been annoyed enough to mention it before, but I wish people would stop
using the word "professional" as a synonym for "expert." Anyone who does
anything for money is a professional at whatever it is he is doing. That
certainly does not mean that he is doing it well. You have only to look around
you. An expert, on the other hand, is doing it well. Whether he gets paid for
it or not is coincidental.
Do you enjoy recoil? A recent article in Magnum magazine from South Africa
points out that the retroactive shock delivered by the shooting of a firearm
is not necessarily punishment. The sock you feel when your racket centers a
tennis ball, or when you floor the throttle on a highly-bred car in third
gear, or when you hit the water from the boat deck of your fishing cruiser -
these things are exhilarating. It seems possible that this tendency to
mitigate the shock of recoil maybe overlooking something. Personally I enjoy
shooting a full-sized weapon more than I do a 22, and if I can remember that
far back, I used to anticipate with distinct pleasure an unavoidable tackle
when running back a kickoff. Perhaps we should think further upon this.
We recently ran across an interesting new word, Schlimmbesserung. It describes
the process of making something worse by "improving" it. That is a good word
to have at the ready these days, since it covers the subject without the
necessity of a long-winded explanation.
Those of you who are still looking for "Another Country," my best work to
date, should know that the N.R.A. Book Service still has a stock:
NRA Publications, 11250 Waples Mill Road, Fairfax, VA 22030.
The current owner of
Gunsite Press seems disinclined to reprint it, despite the demand, so it may
be now or never.
Have we, the American people, truly forgotten the burning of the children?
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Jeff Cooper's Commentaries
Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 2, No. 3 1 March 1994
Ides of March
I am often criticized for not "sticking to my guns" and veering off into
politics, sociology and history. That criticism may be valid, but the more I
see of it the more I become convinced that history and conflict are
synonymous. This seems to be inherent in the nature of man. According to
Clausewitz, war is politics carried out by other means, and war, of course, is
conducted with weapons, hence weaponry remains fascinating and completely a
part of the human story. Whenever I read fiction I reflect that fiction
writers are rarely properly grounded in weaponry, and this causes much of
their fiction to fall flat. Certain notable exceptions were Rider Haggard,
Stewart White and Ernest Hemingway. They may not have got their weaponry
sorted out correctly every time, but at least they tried, and that is more
than you can say about most current tellers of tales.
A couple of gun writers, who should know better, have taken it upon themselves
to denigrate the Clifton bipod on the ground that it is fragile. It is true
that one should not attempt to jack up a truck with the Clifton bipod, but
properly trained rifleman will not do such a thing. Normally the Clifton bipod
is retracted, and on those occasions when it is used, the shooter has time to
treat it carefully. When you need a bipod you do not need it in a hurry, so
treat it properly and all will be well.
We have received a couple of positive reports about the Chinese 1911 clone
known as "Norinco." Quality control in a slave society can be anything the
commissars decide, and, of course, slave labor is a lot cheaper. If you have a
Norinco that works well, be satisfied.
As we proceed for our planning for the Babamkulu adventure in May, we note a
small but troublesome tendency for wives to be negative about Africa. It is
certainly true that Africa is an adventure, and adventures always involve
risk. Who, however, can enjoy life without risk? As we have often written,
danger, not variety, is a spice of life. Personally I do not see any more
danger in an African hunting trip than I do in daily life in an American big
city - probably a good deal less, but in any case we can only feel sorry for
the timid soul who, as the saying goes, "dies a thousand times, while a brave
man dies but once."
The problem is that only enthusiasts shoot well. Not many public employees are
enthusiasts. This lowers both standards and potential, and gamesmanship is no
help.
Indian Country, 1994
Goblin shows up late at hamburger dispensary behaving obnoxiously. Management
calls the cops. Cop shows up and challenges goblin, who begins shooting at
him. Cop sustains several hits before returning fire and goes down with a
broken femur. Goblin runs dry and, bleeding from three wounds, commences to
reload. Two Navajos are trying to get their car started on the parking lot.
Analyzing the situation, they move in on the goblin and pound him into the
pavement, leaving him for dead. They then go back to the car and continue
fiddling with it. All manner of cop cars show up, complete with flashing
lights. County deputy attorney, who arrives with the cops, approaches the two
Navajos and asks if they can use any help. The answer is, "Well, yes. You got
a flashlight?" Cops furnish flashlight.
Moral: Always carry a flashlight in Indian country.
Colonel Bob Young, USMC, Retired, is no longer employed by the new owner of
the Gunsite Training Center. We understand that "He was too much of a
Colonel."
According to a news item in the AIM Report, Major Robert Hines, of the D.C.
Park Police, maintains that Vincent Foster, who was found dead in the park,
was in possession of a "38-caliber 1911 Colt army revolver." Now there is a
collector's item for you!
The newspaper accounts coming out of the Waco trials are quite unbelievable at
this distance. It would appear that the attorneys for the FBI are talking
about some other occurrence entirely. They are quoted as telling the jury that
"These people (the Branch Davidians) wanted to destroy your country!" Somehow
I never got that impression. What I would like to find out, however, is what
sort of wounds caused the death of the three BATmen who entered the upper
story first. Those men were buried before anyone got a good answer to that
question, and evidently it was not raised at the trial. It matters, however,
if the BATmen shot each other, as seems likely. That might well be verified by
the nature of their wounds.
In a follow-up on the Waco atrocity, someone suggested to Bob Crovatto, our
man in the murder capital, that the Branch Davidians could be characterized as
"just a bunch of religious nuts with guns." Bob's response was, "Just like the
people who founded this country. Right?"
Family member and Orange Gunsite stalwart Barrett Tillman attended Janet
Reno's appearance in Phoenix last month and noted the following commentaries:
Reno: "I come from a community where I was born and raised."
Napolitano: "With both my hands I want to jump into this program with both feet."
A youth commenting upon the way to prevent gang violence: "Teach them education."
Well, we elected them!
In an article appearing in the "Oregonian," a cop spokesman claimed that law
enforcement people should be worried about the Voere caseless cartridge since
it throws no cases around, and thus makes tracing of the weapon in a homicide
more difficult. Let us take up a collection to provide people who make
statements like this with a thousand dollars for evidence of the first murder
committed with a caseless cartridge.
Did you notice the attempt by the media to characterize Tonya Harding as
low-brow because she hunts deer? I suppose there are plenty of people in the
megalopolis who truly consider deer hunting to be a low-brow pastime. This is
yet another testimony to the fact that many of our people - especially our
city slickers - have completely lost whatever sense of historical continuity
they may have had.
Anyone who takes the trouble to investigate the matter will find out that in a
cultural sense big game hunting has always been considered a high-brow
activity. Hunting, rather than horse racing, is in truth "The Sport of Kings."
We cannot, of course, expect the media to understand that.
Having been called to task on the point, I must correct an impression I put
out previously to the effect that the air bags in an automobile can be
deployed by a swift kick to the front bumper. Apparently it takes more than
that. I am told by people in the business that a blow sufficient to deploy the
air bags in a Mercedes Benz will render the car undriveable. (This might not
be true of all makes and models. We hear of a demonstration in England where a
car thief deployed the air bags from the outside, which invalidated the
automatic locking system, thus permitting him access to the interior.)
To the best of my knowledge and belief, Lon Horiuchi, the man who shot Vickie
Weaver in the face with a sniper rifle while she was holding her baby in her
arms, is still walking around loose. If I am wrong in this assumption, please
let me know.
There is a good side to everything, it appears. The recent series of cold
snaps in Washington pretty well shut down the operation of the government for
several days at a time.
A lady of our acquaintance, who lives alone, has asked us what sort of
instrument is best for house defense in her case. To me the answer is easy:
The "Lupara," a double-barreled 12-gauge shotgun with exposed hammers and
short barrels. I understand the term Lupara is Sicilian and means
approximately "wolf killer." Such a piece is enormously authoritative, it is
easy to use, it requires minimal training in its management, and it may be
left loaded and uncocked indefinitely on the closet shelf. The only precaution
is to seal the muzzles with scotch tape or cotton wool to avoid the building
of nests in the barrels by little varmints.
Such items are available from Rossi and Baikal, though you may have to hunt
around for them at gun shows. Usually they are very reasonable in price.
I never suggest any sort of pistol for a householder who is not prepared to
take up the study of the pistol. Pistolcraft is a somewhat advanced art, not
to be acquired in one easy lesson. See what has happened when the U.S. law
enforcement establishment made the great shift from revolver to auto-pistol! I
suppose that I was as instrumental as anyone in organizing and promoting that
transference. I did so under the assumption - which I think is sound - that
the self-loading pistol is simply a more efficient sidearm than a revolver. I
have now discovered, as the years go by, that the self-loader seems to be just
a touch too complex for our current generation of cops. Why a soldier can be
taught the satisfactory use of an auto-pistol and a cop cannot is a mystery I
do not pretend to understand, but I spent a long time in the military with the
single-action auto-pistol without trouble. Suddenly, however, it appears to be
dangerous to the user. This is a subject well worth looking into, but I have
not yet seen it properly covered in the shooting press.
The renowned historian Christopher Dawson viewed the disintegration of Western
culture as a far worse disaster than that of the fall of Rome; for the one was
material; whereas the other is a spiritual disaster striking directly at the
moral foundations of our society and destroying not just the outward form of
civilization but the soul of man, which is the beginning and end of all human
culture.
Via Christina Scott in "A Historian and His World"
Brent Clifton has a useable supply of the flush sling-mountings which
constitute a minor but essential part of the Scout concept. It appears that
the original maker of this device gave up in favor of the more conventional
rectangular QD attachment, on the ground that the flush mounts were too
expensive. One would not think that a minor additional expense would be a
factor in the production of an artifact designed to last several lifetimes.
I keep getting queries in the mail about the nature of the Scout concept. I
have prepared a fairly detailed presentation on this subject, which is
scheduled for publication in the July issue of Guns & Ammo magazine. Please
stand by.
The Tenth Amendment to the Constitution of the United States reads as follows:
"The powers not delegated to the United States by the
Constitution nor prohibited by it to the States are reserved
to the States respectively, or to the people."
Is that clear? It certainly would seem so. It is not a statement which
requires any sort of "interpretation." It says that if the Constitution does
not say the Feds can do it, the Feds cannot do it. This Amendment has never
been repealed, and yet it has been disregarded since the reign of Franklin D.
Roosevelt. It means that a great deal of federal legislation and regulation is
flatly illegal - contrary to the supreme law of the land. The founding fathers
made it quite clear that when the government promulgates an illegal law, that
law is null and void. Some say that whether or not a law is legal is a matter
for the courts to decide, but I do not see that there is anything to decide in
the case of the Brady Bill, which is nowhere allowed in the Constitution. We
have a sheriff in Arizona who says he is simply not going to observe the Brady
Bill, and God bless him! A suit has now been filed declaring the Brady Bill to
be void - as a violation of the Tenth Amendment of the Constitution. Let us
see how the courts handle this. We simply cannot permit them to go on
confusing the issue indefinitely.
Note the following exhilarating item from the news in Sao Paulo, which we
extracted from Vuurwapen Nuus.
"An armed gunman who tried to hold up tourists
at gunpoint was beaten to death by his intended victims. It was the third
lynching of a mugger in one week in Brazil."
Now self-defense is not lynching,
but the news is nevertheless very cheerful. Unfortunately the news item did
not tell us the nationality of those three tourists. We can only guess.
In Cincinnati they have re-created one of the most disgusting elements of the
Cromwellian dictatorship in England. This is a "squealer's circuit" by means
of which citizens are encouraged to report the presence of firearms in the
hands of their friends and neighbors - most particularly "semi-automatic
firearms." I can see all of these little punks running around trying to get
the exact mark and mod of a particular handgun which they see across the back
fence, so they can run and tell the cops. There are so many sickening aspects
of this picture that one hardly knows where to begin.
"An unarmed citizenry is a top priority on the liberal agenda. The Brady Bill
is just the first step."
Walter Williams, in Conservative Chronicle
"The board reached a conclusion that the only safeguard at close encounters is
a well-directed rapid fire from nothing less than a 45-caliber weapon."
Thompson LeGarde Study, Department of the Army Ordnance Board
Did you note how the railroad from Oslo to Lillehammer was being continually
obstructed during the games by wildlife? The beast concerned is Alces alces,
known in Norway as elg, in Germany as elch, and in America as moose. The
species is circumpolar, but shows variations from place to place. These
beasties are fond of standing on the railroad tracks in preference to plowing
through deep snow, and this is true in Norway as well as in Alaska. A moose is
a difficult beast to convince, and we hope the Norsemen did not waste much
meat, since when we were there last the prime venison sold for about ten
dollars a pound.
I recently was honored to be the guest speaker at the first dinner of the
Lazarus Long Discussion Society (LLDS) based in Ogden, Utah. The group plans
to meet at prearranged intervals to consider matters of political philosophy
relating to the personal weaponry of the armed citizen. Graduates of Orange
Gunsite constitute a core of the initial membership, but anyone interested in
participation should contact:
Dennis Tueller, 1737 E Woodglen Rd, Sandy, UT 84092.
There is no need for gender classification in shooting competition. Consider
Annie Oakiey, and the song "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better!" Now that
the Air Force has qualified a girl fighter pilot, it does seem silly to
separate the ladies in a shooting match.
No, Janet, the Waco case is not closed. We have passed judgement upon the
defenders, but it now remains to bring their attackers to justice.
"What Clinton and his kind want to develop is a population which sees itself
as a victim of violent crime, economic injustice, racial and sexual prejudice,
and helpless to correct these wrongs without government assistance. People who
see themselves as victims look to rescuers, look to those who will help, for a
victim is one who is demonstrably incapable of doing things for himself. He
wouldn't be a victim otherwise. And under no circumstances must a victim take
action on his own to remedy the evil he suffers from. Never. He should call
the government to help."
via Howard McCord in "The Coming Civil War in America."
I have just been notified of what I consider to be a very high compliment. It
seems that a group of medical men in San Francisco, who call themselves
"Physicians for a Violence-Free Society," have picked me out personally as one
of the chief contributors to the terrible state of the nation. I did not
believe that I carried that much clout up in the Bay Region. Pretty soon I
will be right up there with Rush Limbaugh.
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Jeff Cooper's Commentaries
Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 2, No. 4 22 March 1994
April Fool, 1994
The first day of April, 1993, was the date of the great lynch party and auto
da fe at Gunsite. Just one year ago the extent of my folly in selling the
body of my life's work was made clear to me by the purchaser, in front of his
henchmen assembled. Selling the ranch and the school was not in itself a
disaster, but selling it to the wrong man was the greatest mistake of my life.
It was entirely my fault, an error in character evaluation that I simply
cannot explain nor excuse. It is bitter to be frustrated by enemies, but it is
dreadfully moreso to be conned by one who posed as a friend.
Well, so be it. It was my blunder, and now I pay the price, along with my
friends and followers. I have not entirely "plowed the sea," however. There
are those who know, and they will continue to preach the word.
Mark Moritz informs us that he has given up all of his 9 millimeter pistols
for Lent. Good thinking!
This is the centennial of the great Model 94 Winchester, one of the
outstanding artifacts of modern times. It is unsound to make the claim that any
one instrument "won the West," but the 94 was the mainstay of the wilderness
during the early years of the twentieth century, and in the days of my youth
it was a rare household that did not contain one. This excellent weapon is
still with us today, and rendering good service wherever it is found. It you
do not own one, you should get one, and not only for the sake of sentiment. If
the public scene turns nasty, as some say it may, you will be far better off
with an M94 in 30-30 than you will be with an SKS, AK47, or an M16.
I recently ran across a very thought-provoking piece from Forbes Magazine,
which hypothesized that products are not necessarily designed to meet a
perceived demand, but that sometimes the existence of a product may create the
demand for it. A good example is the fax machine, which no one knew he wanted
until it appeared, and which now we can hardly do without. The Scout rifle
concept may be an example of this theory, since only a few people have ever
handled a Scout, either on the range or in the field. They simply do not know
what they are missing, and consequently they make no demand for it. This is
the primary reason it has been fruitless up till now to try to persuade the
industry to manufacture a production Scout. Oh well, as I have said before, "I
got mine!"
Amid all the dismal news that we acquire daily about the state of the nation
and the world, some dim but promising lights appear. For the first time since
the reign of Roosevelt II, people are beginning to notice the Tenth Amendment
to the U.S. Constitution. Much as liberals may laugh, that Article is still on
the books. It establishes beyond any question that powers not granted to the
U.S. government by the U.S. Constitution are specifically unlawful and need
not be obeyed.
Note this from the Sixteenth American Jurisprudence, Second Edition, Section 177:
"The general rule is that an unconstitutional statute, though having
formed in nature of law, is in reality no law, but is wholly void and
ineffective for any purpose, since unconstitutionality dates from the
time of its enactment and not merely from the date of decision so
branding it. An unconstitutional law in legal contemplation is as
inoperative as if it had never been passed. Such a statute leaves the
question that it purports to settle just as it would be had the
statute not been enacted."
"Since an unconstitutional law is void, the general principles follow
that it imposes no duties, confers no rights, creates no office,
bestows no power or authority on anyone, affords no protection and
justifies no acts performed under it."
"No one is bound to obey an unconstitutional law and no courts are
bound to enforce it."
A woman who cannot cook, like a man who cannot shoot, is in important ways
incomplete.
The Guru
At this time the "Firestar," from Spain, in caliber 45 would seem to be the
logical defense weapon of choice, assuming that it holds up to hard use. In
the past I have known Star products to be somewhat less than fully durable. It
will take a year's testing before I am ready to recommend the piece without
reservations, but as of now it looks good.
The father of one of the more prominent American pistol shooters has seen fit
to whimper in print about my conduct at the shoot-off at Bisley last
September. As it happens, the organizers of that event seeded an asymmetrical
ladder, and the result was that the two finalists had matching scores, and
everything depended upon the outcome of that final bout. At its conclusion,
each contestant had lost once, but the winner had beaten the loser in a fair
fight. When the bout came up I explained this situation to both contestants,
and to the match committee which was standing right behind me. I am quite
satisfied with my decision, but I did run it past the committee before it was
executed.
It is undignified to whimper. It is more undignified to whimper in print. And
it is especially undignified to whimper in print when you are wrong. It is, of
course, too much to expect dignified behavior in this age of sleaze.
Please note the date of the next Keneyathlon at NRA Whittington Center in
Raton, New Mexico, which is 2-5 June. All Orange Gunsite graduates (who are in
shape to run) should enjoy this one.
Incidentally, Dr. David Kahn, inventor of the Keneyathlon, informs us that the
Greek word for scout is proskopos - the one who looks before. Perhaps we
should nickname the Scout rifle a "periscope."
A young lady recently queried us about her choice of a deer rifle. She claims
to be of small stature and somewhat recoil-shy, and had acquired a Model 99
Savage in caliber 250. It appears that her brothers had jeered at her about
this, claiming that the 250 was a "mouse gun" and of insufficient authority to
take deer. In our opinion they were quite wrong. The 250 Savage cartridge,
using the heavier pattern of bullet (100- or 105-grains), is a completely
reliable deer slayer when the bullet is placed correctly. (If the bullet is
placed incorrectly no cartridge will make up for the mistake.)
The M99 Savage, like the M94 Winchester, is a tribute to American ingenuity
and stands as a very superior, if unappreciated, sporting rifle. It was
marketed over such a long period that variations in quality control and even
design have made it inconsistent. The first thing to consider when acquiring a
Model 99 is its trigger action, which is not always good, but the 99 with a
good trigger is a gem. A friend of mine, who was left-handed, acquired one of
these when we were at Stanford together. After I set it up for him with proper
sights, loop sling, and a good trigger, I was most reluctant to give it back
to him. On the range it shot up a storm, and I would like to think that it
went on to a long and distinguished career as a venison fetcher.
I counseled the huntress to be happy with her M99 and to invite her two
brothers over for dinner when she put her first venison on the table. I also
pointed out that an excellent way to serve venison, if you are not familiar
with cooking processes, is in fondue bourguinonne. (And I told her I would pay
for the wine.)
And while we are speaking of scouts, let us consider the words of Major
Frederick Russell Burnham, DSO, Chief of Scouts under Lord Roberts:
"Under the administration of [Cecil] Rhodes there were the fewest
laws, the widest freedom, the least crime, and the truest justice I
have ever seen in any part of the world."
Those of you who are old enough may remember the figure of Colonel Howland G.
Taft, USMC, who pioneered practical pistol shooting with me at Quantico as
early as 1948, and whose photograph appears various places in my early works.
Howie was a great man, who served his country with distinction throughout two
wars. He was also a distinguished pistol shot and a theoretician of
marksmanship.
We now learn with deep sorrow of his death in February of this year. He was a
good comrade. May he rest in peace!
"Lesson from Rothbury" (From the Daily Telegraph (London,) Saturday August 28,
1993.)
"Country dwellers would not mind the withdrawal of policing from the
countryside nearly so much if it were not also deliberate police policy to
leave households unarmed and defenseless against criminals."
"The small town of Rothbury, in Northumberland, which was terrorized for the
best part of three hours this week by five ruffians armed with crowbars, may
feel annoyed that its police station is open only from nine to five on
weekdays. This would not matter if law-breakers were like the rest of us, but
criminals are so disrespectful of British habits that they are prepared to
commit their burglaries out of office hours and without charging overtime."
"The villains spent two hours removing a post office safe while residents
watched in terror. In America, of course, there would have been a short
fusillade and all five thieves would be riddled with bullets, as every window
in town bristled with sophisticated automatic weapons, not to mention the
occasional bazooka."
"We do not wish to be too slavish in our imitation of this fine American
culture, but it would be foolish to suppose we have nothing to learn from it.
As we get poorer and less able to pay the huge demands of a police force which
appears to have the country over a gun barrel, the least the Government can do
is allow us to defend ourselves . ."
Auberon Waugh
Here is yet another assumption by the ignorant that somehow automatic weapons
are more efficient in the suppression of violent crime than repeaters. It does
not take a lot of shots to take out your man. One will do. We would like to
remind Mr. Waugh of Alvin York. Of course we were better men in those days.
Have you noticed how some of these peculiar police departments have been
opting for backup weapons that they refer to as rifles, even though the pieces
shoot pistol cartridges? Evidently we have been too long without a war, when
we have senior public officials who cannot tell a rifle from a pistol.
Apparently the only thing that keeps the cops alive today is the fact that the
crooks cannot shoot either. A horrible example of that sort of thing was
revealed not long ago here in Arizona, where a particularly bad guy chose to
get out of his car and shoot it out with the cops. The cops - and there were a
lot of them - returned his fire with enthusiasm, if not precision. The whole
episode was caught on someone's camcorder, and though it turned out all right
in the end, the only one who was not embarrassed was the felon, because he was
dead. He was hit seven times for thirty-three tries, as I hear it, at the
range of a few paces.
We must note that these horrible examples are the ones that make it to the
press. There must be plenty of cases where weapons are handled correctly, but
they do not seem to make the news.
Rumor has it that Sarah Brady is being put forward by the Shooting Industry Magazine
as
"saleswoman of the decade." It is quite obvious that Sarah has
done more to boost the sale of personal arms than any person in recent memory,
and she should be appropriately honored.
After a lifetime of study, it has become apparent to me that the single most
important element in the composition of a utility rifle is trigger action. A
good trigger makes a rifle easier to hit with than its accuracy, or its
sighting system, or its cartridge, or its action. A 2 minute rifle with a
perfect trigger is more useful in the field than a 1 minute rifle without one.
Today, unfortunately, most manufacturers do not realize this (or possibly they
do not care) and since we live in the Age of Litigation, the idea of a
delicate trigger out-of-the-box fills industrial directors with horror.
One reason why this matter of poor triggers is not as well appreciated as it
might be is our preoccupation with the shooting bench, where a good trigger
action is not nearly as important as it is in the field. The more stable the
firing position is, the less the trigger matters, and most of our
group-testing is done from the bench, which is the most stable position we can
get. As the stability of the shooting position decreases, the delicacy of the
trigger action becomes more important. It is less important, for example, from
the prone position than it is on the snap shot. The "hitability" of a given
rifle should always be tested in a field trial, to which few people have
access. Thus we are stuck in most modern production with rifles that have many
good features, but lack the most important one. (The exceptions to this
general rule are Mauser, Mannlicher, and Blaser. Possibly these people are
simply not as scared of law suits as the others.)
A good trigger should be light about 40 oz. will do nicely - but more
important than weight is an imperceptible let-off. The surprise break of the
rifleman must indeed sunrise him, and thus he must not be able to detect any
movement at all in the trigger when it releases the striker. Such a trigger
should come with the gun over the counter, but with few exceptions it does
not, though it did at one time. I have a Model 70 Winchester (dating from
1937!) and its trigger, though never touched by a gunsmith, is perfect. Do not
look for any such thing, however, on any of its descendants being produced
today.
Orange Gunsite stalwart Gabe Suarez contributes the following from California:
"As for myself, I have not achieved 'ace' yet in spite of taking every
possible step in that quest (good things come to those who wait!). I
did have the opportunity to study CQB and hostage rescue tactics with
the Force Recon at Camp Pendleton. I was very impressed with their
professionalism and skills. When we realized that most of us had been
to Gunsite, the conversation stopped abruptly. Then one of the Marines
carefully asked, 'Orange Gunsite or Grey Gunsite?' I've never been one
to mince words. I proudly proclaimed, 'Orange Gunsite of course. Only
a Democrat would want to learn shooting from a pill peddler!' This was
met by cheers and laughter and the jovial conversation continued on
course. I imagine that if I'd said 'grey', I'd have had to shoot my
way out of there."
I recently had the pleasure of accompanying shooting master John Gannaway on a
delightful morning's walk at the Arizona Hunt Club, which is handily located
exactly between Gunsite and Phoenix. We were harassing pheasants and chukars,
with the aid of a pair of perfectly splendid dogs whose work was a marvel to
behold. They were German Shorthairs, and the only flaw I can find in their
behavior was that they had not been trained to bite people who miss. Dog
trainers should give that matter some thought.
As we have long taught, the rifle and the pistol serve two conceptually
different purposes, and while each may be called upon to perform the function
of the other, this is not a good practice and best results should not be
expected.
The essential difference is that the pistol is designed to solve totally
unexpected problems, whereas the rifle is taken in hand when the problem is
foreseeable. Thus instant readiness is the primary quality of the pistol. As
has been well said, "You cannot make an appointment for an emergency." When
you know there is going to be an emergency, you pick up your rifle. Now there
are all sorts of curious circumstances which may pose specific exceptions to
the foregoing principles, but the fact remains that the two instruments fill
different tactical niches, and training and practice should be based upon that
concept.
The following from family member Paul Kirchner:
"Congratulations on your elevation to public enemy by the 'Physicians
for a Violence-Free Society'! Despite my best efforts to annoy the
liberals I fear I am not destined to achieve such prominence.
Interesting how the name of this group instantly identified it as
liberal, with its characteristically utopian aspirations. Why not
stick with what they know, and form a 'Physicians for an Illness-Free
Society'? They could have sub-chapters such as 'Psychiatrists for an
Anxiety-Free Society'. If we wish to address violence, it makes more
sense to have a 'Gun Owners for a Violence-Free Society' or we could
associate ourselves with the 'Clear Thinkers for an Inanity-Free
Society'."
With all due respect and full apology to Mr. Lincoln, the following:
"Now we are entering the opening engagements of a great civil war, testing
whether this nation, or any nation conceived in liberty and dedicated to the
proposition that free men bear arms, can long endure."
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Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 2, No. 5 May 1994
Maytime, 1994
Spring has definitely sprung, and the garden here at the Gunsite Sconce is
bursting into bloom. Despite the miserable state of the world and the nation,
it is impossible to be downhearted in this time of renewal, especially as we
are looking forward to our departure shortly for Africa. This adventure may be
the first of its kind in which all members are fully qualified in both
marksmanship and gun handling. We will not be hunting buffalo this time, so
all of our rifles will be of the 30-caliber persuasion, or thereabouts. After
considerable experience and a great deal more study, I remain convinced that
if you cannot do it with a 30-06, you probably cannot do it. (Naturally I
exclude buffalo and elephant from this concept - not that untold numbers of
both of these animals have not been taken neatly with military calibers.)
Now it happens that our elected government, after a fifteen year hiatus, has
resumed the destruction of 1911 45s, M1 Garands, 03s, and Springfield 22
Trainers. Note that this has nothing whatever to do with crime. This is aimed
directly at obviating the armed citizenry which is historically the only
guarantee of human liberty.
Act on this at once. If you have not got a 1911, get one. If you have not got
an 03, get one. If you have not got an Ml, get one. (If you can possibly
afford it, get two.)
Do you know about the Korth revolver? I have been approached with a prospect
for promoting this piece in the United States. In essence the Korth is a
luxury 357, built of the finest materials with the most meticulous
craftsmanship and no manufacturing shortcuts. It is sometimes referred to as
the Rolls Royce of handguns.
Much as we enjoy handling all sorts of firearms, we try to examine them with
some sort of reference to their essential usefulness. I have not yet wrung out
the Korth, and while I am willing to admit that it is probably a beautiful
piece of ordnance, I am not sure of its "tactical niche." It doubtless shoots
very well indeed, but then so does the Smith, Colt or Ruger. For those who
enjoy "conspicuous consumption for prestige" it has a distinct appeal, but as
far as I can tell, the shooters who go for this sort of thing are almost
entirely shotgunners. Long observation suggests that shotgunners tend to be
rich, whereas riflemen tend to be broke, and pistoleros tend to be more like
riflemen than shotgunners.
There are plenty of people who will buy cars for no reason other than that
they are expensive. This is true of shotguns as well. It may also be true of
clothing in certain circles. Whether it is true of pistols is a matter to be
explored. I have not yet held a Korth in my hand nor fired it. Possibly the
chance will come in Europe this summer.
On that subject, the IPSC Rifle Conference, which is intended to find the
proper way for international practical rifle competition to go, has been moved
from Bohemia to Catalonia, mainly because of administrative difficulties in
moving arms and ammunition across certain borders. I was looking forward to
Bohemia more than I am able to do toward Catalonia but, of course, tourism is
not part of the exercise. Both President Jean-Pierre Denis and I will do our
best to insure that rifle competition worldwide will not be diminished by
gamesmanship, as has happened with the pistol, but there are many obstacles in
the way and all we can do is our best.
Note that the infamous traitor, Aldridge Ames, had donated five thousand
dollars of his Russian payoff to the Democratic National Committee. No
comment!
I am just back from Thunder Ranch in Texas, where I assisted Clint Smith in
the conduct of the general purpose rifle class. This was a distinct pleasure
for me for various reasons. First, is was nice to work on Clint's fancy new
ranges, where he has installed some target systems which truly constitute a
great leap forward. Second, it was pleasant to get back on the podium again,
where I have not appeared since my excommunication by the Gunsite Training
Center. Teaching is what I do, and when I do not do it I am frustrated. Third,
our granddaughter Amy was a member of the class and it was necessary to get
her checked out thoroughly before her participation in the African expedition
in May. Naturally she will be using Sweetheart, this time loaded with
180-grain short-point Noslers.
I hope to be appearing with some regularity at Thunder Ranch, teaching both
rifle and pistol classes. That Texas hill country is a nice part of the world,
and there are interesting things down there in addition to the school. For
example I would like to line up a nilgai for next winter.
Have you noted that the Heckler & Koch branch in Sterling, Virginia, has now
received an order for 7,500 new service pistols for the United States armed
forces? Our new "weapon of choice" will be in caliber 45 ACP, with a laser
aiming module and a sound/flash suppressor. We do not know much about the
design at this time, but at least it is of a good caliber.
At David Kahn's suggestion, I have undertaken to sponsor a special trophy to
be awarded at the Keneyathlon at the NRA Whittington Shooting Center each
year. This award will be in the form of a massive gold ring, a la Super Bowl,
properly engraved and inscribed and known as "Guru's Gold." The idea is to
award the contestant who does well in a way most nearly in accord with the
practical use of the rifle. This year it will be presented to the shooter who,
placing amongst the first five, uses the lightest rifle of the group. Next
year we may reward the best man to use iron sights. Thereafter we may award to
the highest placed grandfather, the highest placed junior, or the highest
placed husband-and-wife combination. The list goes on.
"Battle is the sensation of life. A human being is never so alive as he is in
combat. He may feel terror or he may not, but the prospect of losing his life
makes it surge and flare within him. At no other time do his senses more
acutely perceive the world. At no other time does his nerve fire with such
spark. Never again will he weld as tight an emotional bond to others around
him."
Philip Edwards, in SOF Magazine
The media insist that crime is the major concern of the American public today.
In this connection they generally push the point that a disarmed society would
be a crime-free society. They will not accept the truth that if you take all
the guns off the street you still will have a crime problem, whereas if you
take the criminals off the street you cannot have a gun problem.
In the larger sense, however, the personal ownership of firearms is only
secondarily a matter of defense against the criminal. Note the following from
Thomas Jefferson:
"The strongest reason for the people to keep and bear arms is, as a last
resort, to protect themselves against the tyranny of government."
That is why our masters in Washington are so anxious to disarm us. They are
not afraid of criminals. They are afraid of a populace which cannot be subdued
by tyrants.
I noted with some astonishment in Texas that Sweetheart printed exactly to the
same point of aim with both the 150-grain boat-tailed Federal premium
ammunition used by the school, and with John Gannaway's 180 Noslers. This
little rifle has really no right to do this sort of thing, but there is a
definite magic about the piece which seems scientifically inexplicable.
Correction I erred in a previous issue by referring to a Scout Rifle as a
"proscope," deriving from the word proskopos, which is Greek for "the one who
looks out before." David Kahn, who is up on his Greek, informs me that the
proper word is proskoplopon combining proskopos (scout) with hopolon (weapon).
The Scout Rifle is, therefore, properly termed a proskoplopon, and long may it
wave!
In teaching the rifle, we discover again that most sights are mounted too far
to the rear, and most rifle stocks are too long. While it would be nice if
each weapon were fitted personally to each shooter, the fact remains that a
lanky rifleman can get along very well with a short stock, but a shorty will
find it very difficult to do well with a long stock. Those of small stature
should note that Savage currently offers its 110 CY rifle designed especially
for ladies and young people. It is available in a variety of calibers,
including both 270 and 308. This is an excellent item and should enjoy wider
publicity than heretofore. (We had two southpaws in the first class at Thunder
Ranch, and we reminded them that the excellent 99 Savage lever gun is
available in 308.)
As an example of the state of modern journalism, one Mary Gotschall, writing
in National Review for April, refers to "bullet piercing ammunition" in her
essay on currently proposed disarmament legislation. Now what do you suppose
bullet piercing ammunition might be? The depressing thing about this is not
that Miss Mary was paying no attention to what she said, but that a whole
series of editors and proofreaders did not catch this matter either. The
problem is not so much that the writer was ignorant, but that she was paying
no attention to what she wrote - and, what is worse, neither was anyone else.
One of the things we are looking forward to with great pleasure is the fact
that we are not required to wear "hunter orange" in the African bush. Making
oneself conspicuous is never a good idea, but trying to be conspicuous in the
bush has always seemed to me to be defeating the whole purpose of the
enterprise. That is just one reason why I love to hunt Africa.
In Texas we ran across one of the more curious pieces of ordnance to come to
our attention. This was essentially an M1-A1 of Garand ancestry, which had
been reworked into a sort of "bull-pup" with the action tucked back under the
shooter's face and a telescope sight mounted way up there over the bore. I
understand its selling price was about thirty-five hundred dollars. Here is a
classic example of the German term Schlimbeserung which we noted in a previous
edition. The unfortunate owner did his best to keep up with the class, but it
was a hard fight.
When I make observations of this sort about new equipment, I am accused of
Ludditeism, a generally fuddyduddy tendency to disdain the new and stick by
the old. I admit being conservative in matters of weaponry, but I resent being
packed into a package, in view of all the innovations which I have personally
created. I might accuse the people who refuse to produce a production scout or
a really good telescope sight of fuddyduddyism, but I won't. Ideas and
innovations should be examined on their individual merit and not on their
current fashion.
Did you catch that recent piece in the Atlantic Monthly on the subject of
firearms ownership? It did not say anything we do not already know, but its
appearance in a magazine with notably left-leaning tendencies was very
refreshing.
Family member John Schaefer of New Jersey asserts that,
"We act as if comfort
and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to be
happy is something to be enthusiastic about."
Does that explain the
overwhelming passion of a large portion of the American public for the
trivialities of professional sports? People who know almost nothing at all
about the activity being demonstrated on the field can go practically
hysterical in their enthusiasm for it - having nothing else to be enthusiastic
about - it would seem.
We are straining at the administrative leash to get our hands on the Blaser
M93 rifle, which is promised us for Africa. As I write, the chances of its
arrival in time for checkout are about 50-50. If I do not have it ready I will
fall back on the Lion Scout, which is a most comforting thing to fall back on.
"Among a people generally corrupt, liberty cannot long exist."
Edmund Burke
I have been recently asked by several correspondents about the
difference
between "Orange Gunsite" and "Grey Gunsite." When the Countess and I moved
over here many long years ago, she selected as our official colors orange and
chocolate brown. All of our signs, notices, and banners were thus rendered in
those colors, establishing a tradition which we intended to follow, rather
like those of "Navy blue and gold, or forever and forever Stanford red." When
the current owner purchased the estate he decided to wipe out that tradition
and change the colors to drab grey and black, and repainted all the signs.
This was rather a favor to us, since it marked a clear-cut dividing line
between the Gunsite tradition and the GTC operation. Now we can call Orange
Gunsite that institution which the Countess and I created. Grey Gunsite is
whatever the current owner desires to make of it. Hence in conversation Orange
Gunsite means one thing and Grey Gunsite another. (And never the twain shall
meet.)
We see that the Bahutu and the Watutsi have resumed their age-old
hostilities.
Truly they enjoy this sort of thing, and what they may lack in eptitude they
make up in enthusiasm. This, of course, is one of the rewards of independence.
The Belgian administration did not put up with it.
From Australia I received the following newsclipping from the Brisbane Sunday Mail:
"Customer at a one-person Brisbane suburban post office last week passed
a note over the counter demanding the contents of the cash drawer. Quick
thinking postie said she'd just banked the day's takings and the drawer was
empty. Bloke grumbled a bit, but said that while he was there he might as well
pay his telephone account, which he did, handing over his bill and the cash.
Cops say their job is made so much easier when a crook leaves his name and
address at the scene of the crime."
As the New American Revolution looms on the horizon, we hear its echoes. Here
is Walter Williams, syndicated columnist, in Conservative Chronicle:
"I don't
know about you, but if you hear that Williams' guns have been taken, you will
know that Williams is dead."
Shades of Patrick Henry!
Recently we read some wet-behind-the-ears journalist referring to a
self-loading pistol as "high tech" as opposed to a revolver, which was thought
to be "low tech." Since successful self-loading pistols were in common use
before World War I, this does not speak very highly for current technological
innovation.
From Business Week, March 14, 1994, page 33, via Bruce Heath:
"Talk about talking out of both sides of your mouth at once. In late December
`93, the Federal Gov't approved the massive (approaching $100M) sale of U.S.
made "pump" shotguns and shells to Russia. Almost simultaneously, the Treasury
Sec. announced domestic gun control restrictions on three types of
semi-automatic shotguns. Could the good Sec. please explain why one is less
dangerous than the other?"
"Commerce justifies the exports to Russia by saying they are for home defense
and hunting. Whoops . . . Seems like the Russian gov't isn't doing too well
lately in providing food and protection for its citizens. And now, of all
things, the common Russian wants to be able to feed his family and personally
protect them from criminals. Sounds like a standard anti-gun control defense
to me! Alive & well in Russia of all places."
"Oh well. . . we should be used to this type of inconsistent behavior from
Washington. All this from a gov't that attempts (among other things) to tax
cigarette sales to pay for socialized health care and ban smoking in public
places while simultaneously subsidizing the growers of tobacco."
There will now be a hiatus, while we scurry around Africa. With luck I may get
a new edition out before I leave, but don't count on it.
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Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 2, No. 6 25 April 1994
Maytime Supplement
We are now off to the wars, to be gone some weeks. Thus I will not be able to
put out a full issue of this paper prior to my return. However, since the
build up of material keeps right on coming it seems a good idea to send you
the following short issue. We expect to be back from Africa with a full report
next month.
A couple of new bumper stickers have come to our attention, as follows:
"Don't bury your guns, shoot them!"
"If Vince Foster had had a gun he would be alive today."
In making preparations to take to the field I discover yet again that the
manufacturers of telescope sights are paying attention to the wrong things.
The makers insist upon giving us variable power - because it is assumed that
is what the market demands. No one has explained what the use of a variable
power telescope may be. The mechanism makes the eyepiece too long, it adds
complexity and thus cost to the instrument, and all too often it changes the
zero when the magnification is changed. And all this to no purpose.
Secondly, the manufacturers make a big issue of width of field, which,
considering the various increments involved, is a trivial consideration. When
the telescope is used properly, the left eye picks up the target while the
right eye picks up the reticle. One does not need a wide field as long as the
vision is clear at the center.
Furthermore, the manufacturers do not seem to realize that the big problems
with telescope sights are fragility and dishonesty. A telescope sight is
fragile if it breaks, and it does. It is dishonest when it does not make the
adjustments indicated on the dials. It is infuriating to apply a left hand
correction and wind up with a change in elevation. It is infuriating to apply
a six-inch correction and wind up with 12 inches. The way to avoid this is to
make a telescope with no moving parts whatsoever, but the makers insist that
such an instrument would never sell - and sales, rather than excellence, are
what the manufacturer must place foremost.
I am taking a Schmidt & Bender telescope to Africa - a very expensive
instrument. I cannot properly evaluate its structural strength, but I can
attest its honesty. We will see.
Let us all gather round to meet the New Woman of The Nineties. Her name is
Tonya Rodham Bobbitt.
Must we really and truly defer to the thought police? Thomas Jefferson's
"eternal hostility to every form of tyranny over the mind of man" seems to
have been forgotten in this degenerating age. Consider that Winchester's
"Black Talon" ammunition has been withdrawn from the market, not because of
anything that may be wrong with it, but because the title upsets the wimps.
The Black Talon bullet is simply another form of expanding bullet, a device we
have had at our disposal since the turn of the century. A new product, just
different enough to escape censorship, will now be released under the name
"Supreme Fail Safe." I do not know if this sort of thing is inherent in
"democracy," but if it is, it may be time to try something else.
We must hasten to correct an error in the Maytime Commentary. In discussing
rifle design we let slip the comment that "Most rifle stocks are too short."
The truth is that most rifle stocks are too long. We caught that before the
magazine went to press, but most of you got it the other way around. Sorry
about that!
[Note: This error was corrected in the internet version - Barry.]
You may have noticed Janet Reno's notable pronouncement to the effect that she
came from a place where she had been born and raised. Last week on the radio
we heard her state that she had had various conferences with "survivors of
homicides." This unpleasant woman, who holds one of the highest offices in the
land, appears to be a borderline illiterate, besides which we all remember
that she offered to take all responsibility for the massacre at Waco, and then
did nothing of the sort. She is still on the payroll.
Note the new 45 auto now being manufactured in Hungary for export. Original
reports from Africa indicate that it is a very serviceable item, and the
price, of course, is right. You better hurry on down to your local friendly
gun dealer before the BATmen discover it.
Let us never forget that Marxism is still the enemy - and still virulent.
Marxist governments are in the saddle in Serbia, China, Cuba, North Korea,
Vietnam, American academe, and perhaps a couple of other places we have
missed. Additionally, the press insists that the African National Congress
will dictate the future of South Africa. The African National Congress is not
only a companion of the South African Communist Party, but its leader, Nelson
Mandela, is an avowed and professed Marxist. The Cold War is far from over.
In making our travel plans we were shocked to discover that the favored
anti-malarial prophylaxis at this time costs $5.00 per pill! That is more per
shot than Courvoisier VSOP, and besides it is no particular fun to take. At
this extraordinary price I would like to think that Larium will work.
Unfortunately, there is no way I will ever discover that.
We have an excellent field report on the results of the Brenneke 12-gauge slug
on a buffalo at 9 yards. It achieved full penetration, destroyed the heart
(rendering it inedible), and lodged under the skin at the far side. It did not
drop the beast in its tracks, but it killed him in a few yards. We have always
preached that the 12-gauge Brenneke slug is a very efficient defensive
projectile for heavy animals - providing that you use it at short range. Its
ballistic shape is poor, cutting its effectiveness down radically as range
increases. If you get involved with a dangerous animal, remember he cannot
hurt you if he cannot touch you. If you use your weaponry properly, at
20-yards and under, you should make out very well.
If has long been accepted that the 458 Winchester Magnum cartridge, while
certainly a world-standard caliber, has turned out to be something of a
swindle. While it is advertised in the books as roughly equivalent to the old
rim-case express rifles, it simply does not measure up on the chronograph.
Specifically, it will rarely achieve 2,000-feet per second with its 500-grain
bullet. Here, it would seem, is an item in which to employ the new Hornady
"enhanced performance" ammunition. Do not hold your breath, however. The 458
is not a big seller.
In a recent conversation with an active-duty Marine, we encountered a tale
which astonishes almost as much as it discourages. This Marine is a gunnery
sergeant of distinguished record, and quite young for his rank. (As is common
knowledge, the rank of gunnery sergeant Marine Corps is probably the highest
honor that can be bestowed upon a man - certainly better than Senator, Judge
or President - and even higher than Commandant, U.S. Marine Corps.)
It turns out that this gunny had married happily (he thought) and became the
proud father of two children, whereupon his wife left him - on the grounds
that as a sniper he had become "a killer." We have not heard the girl's story
- perhaps something else was involved - but it is impossible to believe that
any woman would not understand that a Marine is essentially a killing machine,
and he was a Marine when she married him. Apparently this girl was so
completely ignorant that she had never heard of Joshua or David or Julius
Caesar or Hannibal or King Arthur - to say nothing of George Washington, Mad
Anthony Wayne, Sam Houston, Stonewall Jackson, Theodore Roosevelt, Douglas
MacArthur or George Patton. She had no conception of what an honor it was to
be the wife of a hero. If she is truly that ignorant, it is just as well that
she left him. He is better off without her.
"We have tried to reward overall self-sensitive and self-controlled
performance with a sportsman's trophy. To sophisticated folk's way of
thinking, this prize, given to the entrant who best used his equipment and
best exercised his judgment, is the most important categorical award of all.
That riflist may not have a notably high score, but he will see everything, he
will shoot at nothing he should not, and he will not miss. That riflist is
truly a hunter in the greatest sense."
Dr. David N. Kahn, speaking of the Keneyathlon
I now have two first-hand accounts of sportsmen who seem to have been
astonished and dismayed to discover that dangerous game may indeed be
dangerous.
One of these events occurred to a bear hunter, who advanced upon a bear that
he thought was dead, but which rolled over with its last breath and caught the
hunter back-handed across the face, breaking his nose. This man was horrified.
He swore he would never hunt again and sold his rifle at ten cents on the
dollar to his partner.
In the other instance the hunter socked a lion pretty well in the center of
the shoulder with his 375 whereupon it turned and ran right up the gun. In
working the bolt he flipped that three-position safety to mid-point, failed to
get a round off, and was saved by his PH at arm's length. He, too, was
horrified to find that dangerous game is dangerous.
Now what do you suppose we have here? The whole point of hunting dangerous
game is that the beast may jolly well kill you if you do not conduct yourself
properly. That is the idea. The hunting of dangerous game is rarely as hard on
the constitution of the hunter as the hunting of mountain sheep, but that is
its charm for those of us who are no longer in Olympic condition. Only those
in peak athletic condition may know of the joys of hunting the crags, but
those of us who may be past our physical prime can still know the thrill of
tangling with something deadly at short range. I find it difficult to believe
that there are people who do not know that, but there are a lot of things I
find it difficult to believe.
The American people have not yet demonstrated that they have sufficient
gumption to stand up to the federal ninja, and these feds keep getting worse.
One does not know whether to be more exasperated by their effrontery or their
incompetence. Note that Janet Reno has been taking "training" in crisis
management from the FBI. I have never know a more striking example of the
blind leading the blind.
When one raises the issue of the free status of Lon Horiuchi, the murderer of
Vickie Weaver, the surprisingly common answer is, "Nothing can be done to him
because he is a federal agent!" So now, in their own eyes, federal agents are
above the law. Several periodicals have pointed out recently that we are on
our way to a police state. From this point it appears we have already arrived.
Here in Arizona recently, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms
(properly termed a rogue organization in various periodicals) called a meeting
of senior state law enforcement officials for the purpose of instructing them
in their duties and responsibilities toward Big Brother. They presented a
twenty-two page letter informing the local police as to how they were to act
as servants of the feds in the performance of their duties. Having done that,
they walked out of the meeting, not waiting around to listen to any questions
about what right they had to give orders to local law enforcement. This, of
course, did not sit well with the local people, and it does cast a shadow of
what may be coming down the road. The schism between federal and local law
enforcement may, if worse comes to worst, be the hope of the republic.
The Blaser R93 rifle came through in the nick of time. We plan to use it in
Africa, and to report on it fully upon our return.
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Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 2, No. 7 3 June 1994
The Golden Joys, 1994
The Babamkulu Expedition was an occasion of unexampled magnificence - a broad
mosaic of lapidary experiences which became so crowded together as almost to
lose their individual characteristics. The exotic, the new, the wonderful, the
exciting all happened so quickly and steadily that one's sensitivity circuits
sometimes became overloaded. Pliny wrote, "Ex Africa semper aliquid novi,"
two thousand years ago. It must have been true then, for it is still true
today. Babamkulu was an act impossible to follow.
This is not to say that one cannot do another African adventure, but only that
one cannot step into the same river twice, and what one builds up in his
memories may possibly never be approached again.
Most members of our gang kept a journal, and I will be enchanted to read as
many of them as I can see, since what impresses "A" does not necessarily
impress "B." Atop my own recollections, for example, stand the little
kIipspringer "Bokkie" who delighted in head-banging with the guests, the baby
rhino who wanted to adopt us, the platoon of wild dogs enjoying the comfort of
the day-warmed asphalt with no fear of man, the mamba heaving one-third of
himself erect as he went to Condition Red, the stately beauty of the mighty
kudu, the quite unbelievable giraffe, and the joy of watching our grandchild
distinguish herself both by her superb marksmanship and her astonishing
physical stamina. I must not forget to mention the evil serenade of the hyena
at our bush braai. "Hear me! Out in the dark blond the fire, I wait. Hear me!
You will all come to me - in the end." Almost you get up and walk out to meet
him. Almost.
And that just scratches the surface!
I packed along the curious new Blaser R93 rifle. This was the first example
delivered in the States and it drew a good deal of attention in South Africa.
It is indeed a very choice arm, and while by no means a Scout, it is a
pleasure to use. I must caution the perspective user, however, to practice
with it before he takes it to the field - and not just on the rifle bench. Its
controls are enough different from a conventional bolt-action gun that under
stress a shooter who is not used to the weapon may cross himself up. I am
writing up the R93 for publication.
I intend to write up the entire Babamkulu episode in proper length when I get
the chance, but this quick study will have to do for now. It is enough to say
that the Golden Joys of Africa are still there. For how long we cannot say,
but as of now, they are still there.
Of the seven rifles, five were 30-caliber. Larry Larsen brought his Fireplug
and Alvin Hammer used a 7x57. The favored bullet was the 180 Nosler partition,
and we have no complaints about bullet performance. Every rifleman in the
group was a good shot, having been qualified personally by me, and a good shot
will have no trouble with a light rifle or anything up to but not including
buffalo. One shot stops on wildebeest and zebra are uncommon, as these are two
of Africa's toughest beasts, pound-for-pound. On this occasion, however, we
had our share, generally at moderate ranges. A zebra shot squarely through the
heart with a 308 will run about 200 steps before bleeding out. He may not run
quite that far if the same blow is delivered with a heavier rifle, but I am
not sure about this. Up in Rhodesia, a good while back, a saw a zebra shot
squarely through the boiler room twice with a 458 soft-point and he ran about
the same distance. Larry Larsen iced his zebra on the spot by breaking its
neck with the borrowed Blaser 30-06 after his telescope came apart in the
middle of the hunt. (Fortunately, Larry had taken official advice and had
another telescope available at the ready.)
One of the nicest things about South Africa is the fact that one can wear his
pistol at all times, with no trouble from the law. This makes for a very
serene and comfortable atmosphere, which is missed immediately upon departure
from the country. I did not wear my pistol when actually hunting, but at all
other times during our tour. There was no cause for alarm, however, and I
never sensed the electric tension that I recall from Central America or the
Philippines. This is the way it should be, for "an armed society is a polite
society," as we all know.
As it has been well put, "The first rule of gun-fighting is to have a gun."
Most of the disasters we read about happen to people who did not understand
this principle.
It was indeed sad to return to the States after a month's absence only to
discover what silliness the silly Congress has been up to in our absence. That
repeating rifle ban is not yet law and the fight continues. It is such a gross
piece of silliness that it may well result to our advantage in the November
elections. The silliness indicators for 1993 were up by 7.9 percent, and it
looks like `94 is going to make things worse. Well, as `tis said, "People get
the government they deserve." It does seem to work out that way.
Through the good offices of General Denis Earp, we were shown an attempt by
Musgrave to produce a competition rifle for IPSC. This was in the form of a
straight Musgrave Mauser in 308 mounted with a Tasco red dot sight high and
forward. When we had all shot this weapon, the consensus was that while that
red dot was indeed handy for coarse shooting at short range, it obscured the
entire target at distance. If that red dot were superimposed upon a
conventional reticle, however, it might have some advantages. Naturally we all
had doubts about a fighting machine that needed a battery to make it work. The
rule about batteries is that they are usually dead when you need them.
After our hunt at Engonyameni, up on the Crocodile River, we drove south to
the battlefields of Natal, where we studied on the ground various heroic acts
performed by dead white males - and dead black males. We explored the battle
at Blood River, fought with flint locks against spears, on up through
Isandhlwana, Rorke's Drift, Laing's Nek, Majuba Hill, Colenso and Spioen Kop,
the last fought with M96 Mausers. Thus we got a clear and vivid picture of war
as fought by individual riflemen, and to us, who are rifleman, it was
perfectly fascinating. Majuba Hill, for example, was fought by British
soldiers using Martini-Henry rifles against Boer farmers using, for the most
part, Snyders. These weapons were black-powder single-shots of large caliber
and low velocity. While the British had some support artillery along on the
expedition, it did not see action on top of Majuba Hill, which was, therefore,
a rifle action, fought largely man-against-man with approximately equal
numbers on both sides. The action was a total victory for the farmer and a
total defeat for the soldier, and restates the proposition that there is no
substitute for the one-shot, one-hit technique.
It is all there in the books, of course, but we, as rifleman, found many
little details which caused us to reflect that chroniclers are rarely
warriors, and often get the details of war fairly well mixed up. The matter of
range, especially, is the weakest part of any battle account, and yet, in a
rifleman's war, range is absolutely critical. We were fortunately able to walk
the ground and measure the ranges for ourselves.
After studying the battlefields at suitable length, the expedition broke up,
with various members leaving for home while the remainder moved on to the
delights of the Cape. Here we spent a week in the wine country, where we did
all the regulation things, such as riding up to the top of Table Mountain, and
driving down to the end of the world, where the wind titan was confined by the
Gods after the victory at Olympus. We lived luxuriously throughout and had
only a little trouble with food and water. The trouble with the food was there
was too much of it and it was too good. Several members remarked after they
rose from the table that they simply could not bear the thought of another
meal (and they did not have to, until the next one.)
As to the water, our problem was that many of our people drank too much of it.
It is my view that overindulgence in water can cause water-on-the-knee,
water-on-the-brain, floating kidneys, and rusty pipes. South Africa is wine
country, and to drink water there is to go against the advice of Saint Paul.
In addition I think that over-much water interferes with proper eye-to-hand
coordination. I am glad to report that I had no trouble of this sort.
At the Army base where we shot the Ratel, we noted that the weapon of choice
for officers and NCOs was the 45 auto, carried cocked-and-locked. It appears
that my teachings are taken more seriously outside the U.S. than in.
Granddaughter Amy distinguished herself, as had her brother and sister, using
the renowned "Sweetheart," previously known as Scout II. After ten years, it
still remains the best general-purpose firearm we have seen, since the
Mannlicher Scout project seems to be on indefinite hold.
In reading Marion Carl's new book, co-authored with Barrett Tillman, we are
impressed by the General's firm conviction that only enthusiasts do things
well. Since one cannot draft nor train enthusiasts, that poses a problem for
the armies of the world. I gather that the general opinion is that only one
fighter pilot in ten turns out to be a real fighter pilot, thus we have to
train ten to get one. Perhaps this is true of marksmen, too.
When you consider the obvious difficulty of putting twelve people of different
backgrounds, temperament, and age together into one expedition for a full
month, you can see how delighted we were that things went so well. This
smoothness was due to the extraordinary administrative skills of Barry Miller,
our old friend from Durban, who was there to arrange everything without a
hitch, from time of arrival to time of departure. Barry even arranged the
weather, which was perfect from start to finish.
In the actual hunting, Danie and Karin van Graan, who own and operate
Engonyameni Safaris hunting concession, were complete marvels of efficiency
and tact. We wanted for nothing, every need was met without asking, the game
was plentiful, and our accommodations were lush. To my considerable delight, I
discovered that Danie has built a bar adjoining our quarters under the trees
out over the water, which he has officially labeled "Cooper's Corner." As I
sat there on the terrace, lacing up my boots in the cold, grey light of dawn,
listening to the "Christmas Tree birds," I reflected that life cannot get any
better than this.
The crowning glory, from the standpoint of the Countess and myself, was
granddaughter Amy's rifle performance. Elmon, her Swazi tracker, told Danie
flatly that Amy was the best shot he had ever seen - and he is no chicken,
being the progenitor of various grandchildren. This was rather as if the coach
of a major professional football team were to watch his grandson, playing on
his team, win the Most Valuable Player award in the Super Bowl.
The conventional wisdom maintains that the "Big Five" of Africa are the
elephant, the rhino, the buffalo, the lion, and the leopard. Older generations
referred only to the Big Four, not considering the leopard to be in the top
category.
To the current Big Five might well be added the hippopotamus - when taken on
dry land. I have known a couple professional outfitters who claim that this
sort of thing is too dangerous and they will not attempt it. So if
confrontation is your kick, you might give that a thought. It is difficult to
find a place where hippo can be legally taken and then to find an outfitter
who will lead you to a dry land shot, but I have it in mind and it may indeed
be possible. Note that Mozambique is collapsing into old-fashioned
disorganization and contains many hippos.
Now then, I have considered the matter at some length and I propose a further
Big Six for the collector, based upon the particularly choice nature of the
trophy. This Big Six would include the Walia ibex, the mountain nyala, the
bongo, the giant eland, the giant sable, and the situtunga. The man who can
show prime examples of these six on his trophy wall is as yet unknown. For
those who enjoy a really hard challenge, there is one.
Through the courtesy of our hosts I got a chance to fire the French 20mm gun
which is the main armament of the Ratel, the extraordinarily efficient scout
car used by the South Africans in the Angola War as a forward communication
center for the famous G5 field gun. This is a very modern 20, with a
surprisingly high cyclic rate of 800 rpm. This last feature is largely
academic, since the only way to fire the piece effectively is in the
semi-automatic mode. The Ratel is an armored personnel carrier somewhat
reminiscent of the U.S. Bradley, though it runs on wheels rather than treads,
which makes it more suitable for African operation.
Only a little practice was necessary to demonstrate that once you have spotted
on target with your coaxial machine-gun, the proper way to use the 20 is with
a series of quick single shots delivered about half a second apart. In this
mode it is easy to place all direct hits on the Sherman chassis we were using
as target, whereas if bursts were used the result was some hits and some
misses, with attendant wastage of ammunition. As with all vehicles of this
sort, reloading ammunition is a tedious process and the gunner is well-advised
to avoid wastage.
Curiously, this same principal applies to the use of hand-held automatic fire
- an easy point to prove on the range, though not at all easy to get across to
our legislators and commentators.
If I have anything to say about it - as I hope to - at the forthcoming
Barcelona conference, it is going to be very difficult to build a special
rifle for international competition, since that international competition will
be so varied as to preclude specialization. Time will tell.
In that connection, we were interested to observe the results of the "Great
Cultural Revolution," which took place in Africa in late April. The only
result we could see to the election was the rescinding of the dress code for
Parliament, which now allows a representative to represent his constituents in
loin cloth and ostrich feathers, if that is his desire. One other change we
did notice was the display of the new "gaboon banner" on every standard. The
situation appears quite stable to an outsider at this time, but there is bound
to be some sort of backlash when these poor deluded people find out that the
instant wealth, leisure, and luxury promised them by ANC representatives are
not immediately forthcoming.
It is true that the ANC platform calls for a number of steps which will be
very difficult to enforce and would be better off left abandoned - such as one
firearm per family. Mandela and Slovo must, to a certain extent, maintain
their proper Marxist position in order to pacify the young activists on their
team, and if lip service to Marxism is all that they really intend, the
situation may show some promise. The people we talked to suggest that the new
batch of legislators and officials are more easily bribable than the old, and
thus may be kept in line by simply paying them off. Would that things were
that simple in the U.S.!
"Men who are looking for a safe thing should stay away from Africa."
Major Frederick Russell Burnham, in Scouting on Two Continents
"Three goblins gain entry to house and ask maid, at pistol point, where child
is. Maid says that she doesn't know. Mother walks into room. Goblins ask
mother. Mother tells them same. Second maid sees goblins and screams. Crowd
gathers to see what's happening. Goblins fire to scare crowd away. Big mistake
- most neighbors are military or security types. Goblins retreat into house
and attempt escape across roof and out into street. First goblin is shot in
leg and promptly beaten to death. Second goblin is shot in leg, beaten, and
left for dead. (Made it alive to hospital; unknown if he lived.) Third goblin
manages to make it to police where he falls on knees and begs officers to
arrest him. Neighbors unhappy about arrest since it ruined their scores on
goblin catching."
"Big difference in reactions between Americans and Guatemalans."
Thomas K. Graziano,
April 18, 1994,
Guatemala City, Guatemala
Only interested people are interesting.
The Guru
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Jeff Cooper's Commentaries
Previously Gunsite Gossip
27 June 1994
Casualty Report
The reports of my death now circulating have been sightly exaggerated,
as the man said. We are this date in dry-dock, having taken one
minor-caliber hit, one major-caliber hit, and burst a boiler.
Annoying, but not serious. (Double fracture left radius and ulna,
compressed fracture second lumbar vertebra, concomitant lobar pneumonia
and strep throat.)
All this does not lighten my literary load, and must delay my output at
a time when I am already behind, but not to worry! We will be out for
shakedown later this week and expect to meet all commitments - God
Willing!
Sumer is icumen in
Down with whiskey,
Up with Gin!
(signed)
Jeff.
Jeff Cooper's Commentaries
Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 2, No. 8 11 July 1994
July, 1994
Back in the land of the living, I reflect that I discovered many very
interesting things during my time in sick bay - most of which I did not need
to know. As I write this I am not quite ready for full duty, but improvement
proceeds at a gratifying pace. For those who never thought about it, I can
assure you that hiccups are no help to a broken back. However, let's always
remember: Was nicht unterbringt, mock' starker.
I find it strange and discouraging to note that the design and production of
pistols, which once was the field of the United States industrial
establishment, has been relinquished to the rest of the world. For most of my
life a handgun was made in the United States or it was essentially
inconsequential. Now, of course, we find that the American military service is
armed with a weapon of Italian design. This is not to denigrate the Italians,
who have indeed designed some wonderful weapons, but the art of the handgun
has always been essentially an American concept, and to see us drop the
subject in favor of the Europeans is not cheerful. We are by no means
chauvinistic in this. We admire German and Italian cars excessively, and we
are particularly fond of South African wines and Germanic rifles, but the art
of the handgun has always been an almost exclusively American achievement, and
it is indeed a pity to see that era vanish.
Colonel Bob Young is just back from Saudi Arabia, where he found that the
elite Arabs are much fonder of small calibers and minor cartridges than they
are of the battle-tested 308. It seems that the 308 bumps them when they shoot
it. Poor babies!
A lot of heated conversation has been flying these days in connection with the
word "hero." Research indicates that the word can mean almost anything one
wants it to mean. It is really no longer possible to elevate anyone by
referring to him as a hero. The most commonplace examples are entertainers. A
hired entertainer is worth whatever the lord of the manor wishes to pay him,
but the fact that he performs his entertainments well does in no way establish
him as a hero. Thus no professional athlete can be correctly termed a hero for
doing what he is paid to do excessively well. Expert, possibly. Hero, no. A
true hero performs noble purposes of great difficulty at immediate risk of his
life. Warriors and fire fighters may indeed be heroic, but hardly simple
purveyors of amusement.
Freshly back from Africa and from our stay in the meat locker, we discover
that Janet Reno is still on the payroll, and Lon Horiuchi is still wandering
around loose. Someone should have taken care of that in our absence.
Hornblower buffs will recognize Rosas Bay in Catalonia as the site of the epic
battle in which H.M.S. Sutherland was sacrificed and Bush lost his leg. It is
now the heart of the "Costa Brava," the renowned vacation center for North
Europeans. This is in a part of Spain technically, but culturally otherwise.
Among other things, Catalan is not a dialect but rather another language more
akin to Provencal, and the Catalonians do not share nor admire the Castilian
tradition. Catalonia is plagued in springtime by the tramontane which is a
violent galeforce wind sweeping down from the Pyrenees to the sea. These gales
- recorded up to 100 miles per hour - had a decisive hand in my personal
mishap.
The conference at Rosas Bay was intended to set guidelines for policy control
over international practical rifle competition. The conference was in no
position to dictate policy to IPSC, but we had hoped to find a consensus which
we could present to the assembly at the next general meeting in Buenos Aires.
Unfortunately we did not have a quorum and several important members of the
confederation did not send delegates, especially including the United States,
the United Kingdom and South Africa. The result was that a rather strongly
divergent view of the principles of practical rifle shooting was advanced at
some length. At issue was the separation of objectives between the general
purpose bolt-action rifle and the semi-automatic battle rifle. The question,
of course, is whether these two types of weapons can be placed in competition
with each other without giving a distinct advantage to one or the other. It
was my hope to establish a single-class policy for the future, but it does not
appear that this is going to work. There seems to be a sentiment that battle
rifles and general purpose rifles should compete in separate categories,
although on the same courses of fire. I do not think that this is a sound
proposition, but it seems to be the opinion of the majority in attendance at
the Rosas Bay Conference.
It seems clear that the appearance of battle rifles in international
competition will cause certain doubts in the minds of those who would disarm
the people. In view of the fact that courses of fire can be easily designed
which give no advantage to a semi-automatic battle rifle, I would prefer that
we put all of our weapons in one category, especially considering that battle
rifles, as such, are forbidden in both the United Kingdom and South Africa -
and may well be in the United States before long. Still we will get by with
what we must, and the situation is not wholly disheartening.
One point that was established was the recommendation that general purpose
rifles be limited to a weight ceiling of 3.5 kgs. This, of course, is to
obviate the appearance of special rifles designed for special competition
under special circumstances, which has become the curse of pistol competition
as now practiced.
We ask all concerned to consider these matters carefully and be prepared to
have an opinion when the matter comes to a head in October.
Note that the new bolt-action Mauser is available in right- or left-handed
form simply by changing the bolt. This is an idea whose time should have come
a hundred years ago.
In the matter of cartridge design, things are no better. We really do not need
new cartridges, since the 45 ACP has been around since the beginning and has
not yet met its equal - for defensive utility purposes. Yet, we now have a
selection of 9s, including 9x17, two varieties of 9x18, the 9x19, the 9x20,
the 9x21, the 9x21.5, and the 9x22. This profusion of cartridge choices is
obviously ridiculous. The purpose of a pistol cartridge is to turn your
opponent off with one round. It is impossible to conceive how variations of 1
mm. of case length are going to effect this capability. If you want more
stopping power than a 9 mm affords you need a larger bore and more mass - you
do not need more velocity. This conclusion was reached by the knowledgeable
decades ago and it has not been successfully controverted. None of the various
9s is anymore conclusive in a fight than any other. Why people just do not
drop the subject is a mystery.
Note that the three-volume set of Deneys Reitz is now advertised for sale by
Wolfe Publishing in Prescott. Anyone searching for a "role model" need look no
farther than Deneys Reitz.
"Most of America's assault rifles are in the attics, basements, and closets of
patriotic Americans who never fire them and to whom war against their own
government would be an unthinkable nightmare."
"The problem is that millions of such weapons are now being stored in the
homes of ordinary Americans, especially in the Western United States. Assault
rifles have a military appearance and contribute in a subtle, psychological
way to growing resistance to government oppression. Most farmers, ranchers,
and loggers who see their lives and families entirely destroyed by Babbitt and
retainers will never fire a shot. The existence of these weapons, however,
makes resistance, even legal resistance, more thinkable to these victims."
"The bureaucrats and politicians do not fear armed criminals or armed
political zealots so much as they fear peaceful Americans who will probably
never use their assault rifles - but whose mental toughness may be enhanced by
possession of military weapons."
"The gun controllers are not deterred by the facts about guns and crime,
because their primary fear is not of criminals. They fear ordinary Americans
whose lives and freedom their policies are destroying. In this fear and in
their world, they are on target."
Arthur B. Robinson, Ph.D. Access to Energy, July 1994, Vol. 21, no. 11
"Slavery in the modern world implies the absolute deprivation of the
individual's liberty, while possession of weapons and mastery of their use are
means to the individual's liberation. We do not perceive how a man may be
armed and at the same time bereft of his freedom."
John Keegan, in "The Face of Battle"
We have dissected the new Hornady enhanced performance ammunition for the 308
and we find that it does indeed perform as advertised. That is to say it
raises the 308 to 30-06 capacity and the 30-06 to 300. How it does this is not
clear, except that Lion Man John Gannaway found it impossible to get the
powder back into the case once the bullet had been removed. Some sort of
compression is involved here, which is all right as long as it does not raise
pressures to dangerous levels, and it does not seem to do this. The 308 could
indeed use a little extra oomph, but that is not true of the 30-06. ("If you
can't do it with a 180 at 2700, you probably can't do it.")
The 458 and the 350 Remington Short Magnum could indeed do with a bit of
enhancement, but the prospect seems unlikely since there is no demand for the
458 and the 350 Short Magnum is essentially obsolete.
More important is the matter of bullet design. We have concluded over decades
now that impact performance by the bullet is more significant than flight
characteristics. We can hardly point to a case of power inadequacy, but we
know of numerous examples of failure in bullet performance.
I recently cut a video tape with Bruce Beers, of Quad Productions, concerning
the tradition of personal weaponry in America and its legal status. This tape
is entitled "Liberty's Teeth" and is available for sale now. I think it turned
out rather well.
The following curious report comes from the Australian publication Nexus:
"When Goldstein opened fire with the Galil he used a technique virtually
unknown to soldiers in conventional armies, but taught by the Special
Operations groups of the U.S. and Russia. Instead of firing at random with
bursts of three to five shots in full-automatic mode, Goldstein fired very
fast single shots with the weapon set to semi-automatic, releasing one shot
every time that the trigger was squeezed. Goldstein is reputed to have fired
at 90 shots per minute. Kill rates are much higher using this special high
speed, semi-automatic technique, but only if the assassin has received
extensive training. As a medical doctor from the nearby Kiryat Arba
settlement, it is reasonable to ask where Goldstein gained his high level of
special operations expertise."
Imagine a private citizen using aimed fire today! This highly secret and
specialized technique is only known to a few on the inside of the Special
Operations units. What is the world coming to!
The British have reached some sort of new low in the event of having a
prisoner give birth in shackles. This preoccupation with handcuffs on the part
of the law enforcement establishment has long exasperated us, but we did not
think it would go this far. The woman concerned was possibly a very nefarious
person, but how she could pose a threat to the police when in the process of
giving birth is beyond even the most bizarre imagination.
On the 50th anniversary of D-Day in Europe, a great deal of editorial comment
was submitted honoring and extolling the heroic behavior of the Americans who
gave their lives on the beaches of Normandy in order to free Europe. Just
among ourselves, I doubt that they did. In truth, I do not know why men fight,
except to defend their homelands, but I do know that in the course of two wars
and a good many informal conflicts, I have never yet met anyone who died or
risked his life for a political ideal. I can tell you why I and my comrades
fought in the Pacific, but of course that does not apply to our comrades who
fought in Europe. Men fight for all sorts of reasons, but the best reason we
have heard so far is simply that men like to fight. (This is a terribly
politically incorrect attitude and should not be aired about.)
This year we plan the Second Annual Gunsite Reunion and Theodore Roosevelt
Memorial at the Whittington Shooting Center near Raton, New Mexico. The dat