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No. 1, Happy New Year!, January 1996
No. 2, Shot Show, January 18, 1996
No. 3, Mid-Winter, February 1996
No. 4, The Ides of March, March 1996
No. 5, Interim Sitrep, April 1996
No. 6, Spring in Here, May 1996
No. 7, Summer is Icumen In, June
1996
No. 8, The Glorious Fourth, July
1996
No. 9, Hot, Ain't It!, August 1996
No. 10, Summer's End, September,
1996
No. 11, Zeroing Time, September
1996
No. 12, Hunting Season, October
1996
Interim Supplement, November 1996
No. 13, Venison Harvest, November
1996
No. 14, Thanksgiving, December 1996
No. 15, Winter, December 1996
No. 16, Year End, December 1996
Jeff Cooper's Commentaries
Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 4, No. 1 January, 1996
Happy New Year!
So here we go into 1996. I suppose 1995 could have been much worse than it
was, but still it included fully as much that was scruffy as that which was
elegant. Its very scruffiness leads to some hope at the polls, at least here
in the U.S., but the democratic process has not proved to be a guarantee of
either liberty or justice. As Churchill opined, it may be a very poor system,
but remains better than any alternative we have thought up so far.
Be that as it may, we look forward to '96 with cautious optimism. Many
excellent things may turn up, so here is to good cheer for the New Year!
Have you noticed the frequency with which journalists employ the term "a hail
of bullets"? This is the wrong term, since hail comes down from above, not
from the side. The proper term should be "blizzard," as anyone can attest to
who has been out in one. However, I have never seen an author use the term "a
blizzard of bullets," whereas I hear about "a hail of bullets" with every
second copy of the newspaper.
One of the things that we look forward to in the New Year is the chance to
confront an angry bull hippo on dry land. Arrangements have been made.
The question will arise as to why the hunter should choose a hippo, especially
since over the great hunting days of Africa this beast was never considered to
be a game animal. He does, however, offer some interesting possibilities.
Shooting him in the water is not exciting. While he has been known to attack
and destroy a boat, he usually simply sinks and dies under water. On the
other hand, if you can insert yourself between a night-grazing hippo and his
river, he may afford you as much excitement as you desire - perhaps more.
His bulk is enormous and the problem of proper bullet placement is daunting.
In his rush for water he is all but unstoppable, and his bite can easily cut a
man in two. (We know of two outfitters who will not undertake this operation,
believing it to be too dangerous.)
If and when you get your hippo down, various positive features appear. His
hide is supposed to make the best leather in the world. His meat is highly
prized by the local people, and his rendered fat is considered to be a
sovereign remedy for everything from malaria to sprained ankles. His ivory is
distinctly superior to that of the elephant for the manufacture of jewelry and
accessories, being denser and finer in grain.
Among other things, this adventure will give us one more excuse to take Baby
afield. We will use 500-grain solids, and when the opportunity presents
itself we will shoot with extreme care.
Now we observe the ultimate gift for the man who has everything. This is a
titanium-plated Anaconda. Here in the tail end of industrialization we come
across the manufacture of items which are designed not for use, but only for
ownership. Such things were made historically on a one-at-a-time basis for
kings and princes, but now we make them up in quantity for anyone whose wife
(mother, daughter, concubine, secretary) has more cash than good sense.
It is interesting to me that while one cannot yet purchase a production Scout
rifle, which ought to be the most useful thing of its kind so far designed,
one can now purchase a titanium-plated Anaconda. Food for thought.
(The "Anaconda" I refer to here is the long-barreled Colt revolver in caliber
44-Magnum.)
Considering the recent Christmas festivities we were reminded of an exchange
that took place in lowland Scotland in the early 17th century. The English
visitor looked around at smoking wreckage and disaster, ravished fields and
slaughtered livestock, and exclaimed, "Good heavens, are there no Christians
here?" The response was, "Nay, Sir, we be mainly Armstrongs and Elliots."
Now that so many states are issuing licenses for concealed carry, and have had
to come up with something regarded as "qualification" for the issuance, we are
treated to the tiresome spectacle of the blind leading the blind.
Legislatures do not know what sort of law to pass, and the qualifiers have no
idea what it is they are trying to qualify. This is okay in the big picture
since it puts more armed citizens on the streets, but I am receiving a flood
of letters pointing out the inadequacy of the qualification process. You
cannot "qualify" a shottist (or a pianist or an airplane pilot or a matador or
a dancer) in "six easy lessons." The only sensible thing you can do is
examine the applicant for his knowledge of the law as it applies to his
jurisdiction. You may, of course, make sure he understands how to load and
unload his weapon, but to try to turn him into a pistolero is absurd.
The legislative efforts in this line continue to be mysterious. According to
the new Texas law, for example, a nurse may not carry her properly licensed
pistol into a hospital. As we all know, a nurse is particularly vulnerable to
violent attack, not in the corridors of the hospital, but on her way from the
door to her car in the wee hours. If she really needs a sidearm, this is when
she needs it, but current Texas law seems unconcerned.
In answer to those of you who have written in, the Whittington dates for 1996
appear as follows:
| General Rifle Class | 28 April to 3 May
|
| General Pistol Class | 14 - 19 July
|
| Gunsite Reunion and Theodore Roosevelt Memorial | 18, 19, 20
October
| Rich Wyatt - (303) 232-0542
|
| Keneyathlon | 17 - 18 June
| David Kahn - (303)
697-9495
|
Reluctant as we may be to compliment a dictator who prefers to be addressed as
"Comrade," we are compelled to do so in the case of Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe.
He officially refers to homosexuals as "perverts who do not deserve civil
rights." In his words, "Let the Americans keep their sodomy, bestiality,
stupid and foolish ways to themselves. Let the gays be - gay - in the
United States and Europe, but they shall be sad people here."
How about that?
We have struck out on the Gunsite zeroing target. Our printer here in
Prescott has decided that marketing it is not economically feasible. I think
very highly of this design and I think the target should be stocked on every
well-equipped rifle range. If anyone in the family is interested in grabbing
onto this opportunity, I hope he will get in touch with me.
With the increased popularity of the "double-action" self-loading pistol we
have come to instruct students in four different presentations. This does
complicate matters, but we have seen all four systems work, under pressure,
and no self-respecting instructor can justify his omitting any one of the
four.
- The Weaver system. Here the trigger starts back as the weapon
starts up, arriving at full-cock exactly as the eye picks up the
sight system. This is the system that Jack Weaver used in his
mastery of the double-action revolver, and it is the most elegant
way of using the DA auto.
- The point-and-crunch system. This is the least efficient method
and the most common. It is practically universal with the
unenlightened. To use it the shooter simply points the uncocked
weapon at his target and cranks on through. You can hit this way,
but not quickly.
- The thumb-cock system. Here the shooter catches the lowered hammer
of his piece with his left thumb as his hands come together in the
ready position. He cocks the piece with his thumb as the weapon
comes up on target and fires his shot from the fully cocked
position. This works. It is as fast as the man can make his hands
work, and it affords a precise first shot. Its drawback is that it
needs both hands.
- The shot-cock system. This is not considered politically correct
by many departments, but it does work. I have seen it used with
startling efficiency on both the range and in the street. With
this system the shooter simply flings his first shot down range
with no regard for proper stance or sight picture. This cocks the
piece and it just may hit the target by accident. However, the
pistol is instantly readied for the second shot, which can be
placed with precision. I know of no one who teaches this system,
but it does work very well, and it is a mistake to pretend it does
not exist.
Thumb-cocking is probably the way to go, unless you are a master, in which
case you will use the Weaver system.
Department of Pretty Arcane Stuff
"As the supernatural world is eternally at work behind events in the natural
world, so the world of man-in-nature continues to operate behind the
synthetic, abstracted, and unreal world of man outside-of-nature. For that
reason alone I shall always hunt elk. (Though, of course, I really don't need
any reason.)"
Chilton Williamson, Jr. in Chronicles magazine
With abject apologies to Victor Herbert, we submit the following lyric, which
evolved out of our joyful goings on at the Gunsite Reunion and Theodore
Roosevelt Memorial at Whittington Center last October:
- Give me a gun,
- That's a stout hearted gun,
- That sounds off with a soul-stirring roar.
-
- Give me just one,
- That's a stout hearted gun,
- And I'll soon show you trophies galore, O!
-
- (If it) has a good trigger,
- I'll need nothing bigger,
- As I load up and step to the fore.
-
- Then, I'll show you man's best friend,
- And I'll not ask for more.
- One stout hearted gun
- Can serve its master evermore.
(Sorry about that!)
I regret to report that an E-ticket from Orange Gunsite does not necessarily
mean that you can shoot. I hate to report this, but I have examples.
Marksmanship is one thing, but crisis management is another, and gunhandling
is still a third. We should all give this matter further thought.
In what I have longed considered to be an error, there are people who feel
that the more shots they fire in an instruction course the better the course.
Firing a lot of ammunition may only be an invitation to repeat original
errors. A second error I see in watching the conduct of instruction
throughout the world is a tendency on the part of the rangemaster to put
people into advanced work before they are basically sound. I see people being
exposed to fire-and-movement problems and priority of target problems before
they are able to hit any target at all under simple conditions. All this does
is convince the student of his weaknesses, and a conviction of weakness is a
serious handicap in a serious confrontation.
As our native whitetail deer continue to proliferate, they can become a
serious problem to people with gardens or orchards. A good many such people
are forbidden by law from decking a prowler or two and processing carcasses
for the freezer. For such people we recommend the "Wrist Rocket" or other
advanced version of the old fashioned slingshot. This instrument is capable
of astonishing efficiency in practiced hands, and should be enough to convince
the marauder of the error of his ways. Of course, the householder may have to
stay up all night now and again, and that disadvantage may prove enough to let
the deer have the orchard.
Now we can all look forward to the SHOT Show in Dallas, where many marvelous
things should be placed on display. I confess to a little confusion on the
subject of the profusion provided us by the pistol manufacturers. Where there
used to be about half-a-dozen good choices for the novice gunman, there now
must be fifty. The problem, however, remains somewhat simpler than all this
marketing effort would indicate.
The first requirement of a defensive sidearm is stopping power. The shooter
must have the best possible chance of terminating the action with one
well-directed shot. (It may be pointed out that even more important than
stopping power is the need for the weapon to go off when the trigger is
pulled. I will have to admit that, but I do not think that failure to fire on
the first shot is a problem of any great consequence in current manufacture.)
The second requirement of the defensive pistol is reliability. It must
continue to function after the first shot, even though this should not be
given great importance.
The third requirement is handiness. If the piece is uncomfortable to wear and
to use, it will not be present when needed.
Despite the foregoing, we see a great deal of emphasis placed upon "accuracy."
Now certainly a shot which misses its target does no good, but nearly all
defensive pistols available today are quite capable of placing all their shots
in the center of a man's chest at defensive distances. Correspondents
continually write me about systems they might use to increase the accuracy of
their defensive pistols, as if they could appreciate the difference between a
3" group and a 5" group at 50 meters! Accuracy increments of this sort are
absolutely irrelevant. But the majority of "gun writers" do not seem to see
it this way.
And then there is a matter of magazine capacity. "If my piece holds twelve
rounds, while yours hold only ten, I win." Here again we are dealing with
irrelevance. The highest score I have ever heard of in a pistol fight was
five, and that victory was achieved with a 7-round magazine, without
reloading. Our late companion Bruce Nelson was once asked in the course of an
interview at a police station if it was not a good idea to carry a P35 because
of its high capacity magazine. Bruce's response was, "Well, sure, if you plan
to miss a lot."
We will see a lot more, of course, at the SHOT Show than a profusion of pistol
choices. I will pick out the things which seem most interesting and report
back to you in further issues of this Commentary.
I do not know how many of you have ever heard of the Mobius Loop, which is
a mathematical demonstration of the possibility of being in two places at once
- in this case, on both sides of a plane surface. Back when I was in full
charge of the Gunsite ranges I got to be pretty good at being in two places at
once, but this year it appears that during the month of April I will have to
be in three places at once. We will think upon it.
" - Sensitivity - makes cowards of us all!"
Florence King
News Item: In Fort Wayne, Indiana, Sutton bit most of the ear off of Wallace
during a barroom brawl. When Sutton was arrested he swallowed the ear. He
was charged with battery and criminal recklessness. It would hardly seem that
biting is "battery," and we do not see how "recklessness" applies at all, but
the police could not find any charge applicable to cannibalism.
It would seem that if a police agency relegates gunfights to 10 meters and
under, and is limited to students who do not care about shooting, good
technique and good equipment become pointless. If your technique is going to
be spray-and-pray, neither good trigger action, nor correct stance, nor sights
are really going to matter very much. Shooting skill, and, more important,
fighting skill, seem unlikely to outlast the century.
A good friend and client of mine, who happens to be a hunting outfitter, has
over the years developed a serious mistrust of what he refers to as "Magnum
Shooters." They come to hunt with him with great big guns with which they
cannot shoot well. They talk about group size, when what they really need is
trigger control. They tend to be very taken with the 338, and jeer at
anything smaller. My friend has kept records and has reached the conclusion
that the standard range at which these people take game is 85 yards. Unless
restrained, they will try long shots, but on these they will miss, or worse,
wound. My friend makes his living off these people, and he would rather not
be quoted in print, but he has no objection to my furnishing you with his name
on request.
A year and a half after the revolution in South Africa, we are informed that
one is well advised to go armed there - just as in the United States.
In the Age of the Wimp we are apt to forget that there really is such a thing
as a hero. We call people heroes who simply do what they are told, or put out
fires in garbage cans, or make statements which may risk their jobs. We
hardly remember the real heroes, a few of whom are still alive. On June 4,
1943, for example, Dick Best flew two missions. He dropped two bombs, and he
sank two carriers - in the teeth of enemy fire. If you will think for a
moment of what it takes to blast your dive bomber vertically down onto the
blazing guns of an enemy warship, hold your nerve, and plant your bomb
squarely amidships, you may reflect upon what it takes to do that once. Dick
Best did it twice on the same day. He is still alive and comparatively spry
at 85. Let us have no more talk about "football heroes."
For those who like to reiterate the modern fantasy known as POT (post
operational trauma), the example of George Patton is illuminating. You will
recall that he got into a fire fight down in Mexico when Pershing was looking
for Pancho Villa. When asked later how it felt to kill a man, Patton
responded, "I felt exactly the way I felt when I landed my first swordfish."
There may be such a thing as POT, but I for one have never seen it.
Attorney William Burkett of the Oklahoma County Bar's education committee
frequently speaks to school children about legal topics. When he addressed a
class of fifth graders recently, he asked whether any of the students knew the
punishment for stealing in some countries.
"Yes," one boy said. "They cut off your hands."
"Could that happen here?" Burkett asked, and the students replied with a
chorus of "nos."
"Why not?" he said to a girl in the front row.
"Because," she said, "the Constitution gives us the right to keep our arms."
On the last day of 1995 our neighbors Bob and Allie Young conducted a notable
invitational SchÅztenfest out on their Ravengard estate, for quite a nice
crowd. They feel that this is a superior way to celebrate New Year's Eve -
and we entirely agree.
War cry of the 21st century, "I just wish I knew more about what we're doing."
Please Note. These "Commentaries" are for personal use only. Not for publication.
Jeff Cooper's Commentaries
Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 4, No. 2 18, January, 1996
Shot Show
Well, the Mitchell pistol was (is) not ready. Don had a couple of items for
display which had my signature on them, but they did not include a great deal
of the necessary, and they are not for sale. The reason the item was
displayed at the SHOT Show was simply to point out the virtues of the
slimlining treatment of the 1911 frame. This is an idea dreamed up here at
the ranch gunsmithy which has proven to be a really significant step forward
in the service pistol. The only real drawback of the GI 1911 is that it is
too big for small hands. When the butt is slimmed down in various subtle ways
the piece becomes comfortable for the 25 percent of men and 50 percent of
women who find the service pistol too big in the butt. Don Mitchell told me
that the slimline job was uniformly admired at the show. The rest of the
piece is about half ready, and with a little bit of luck and a tail wind the
project should be completed by summer.
It is important to remember that the slimline frame is no disadvantage for a
shooter with a large hand, but it is a decisive advantage for a shooter with a
small hand.
The project continues underway. Stay tuned!
Please let us knock off this basura about "Condition Black". The color code,
as I created it, refers not to the degree of hazard in which the shooter may
find himself, but rather to his readiness to take the irrevocable homicidal
step. In Condition Red he is ready to do that, and there is no need to go
beyond that condition. The notion that the shooter will find himself totally
flumoxed at this point assumes that he is not up to the problem. I deem it
undignified for an instructor to tell his students they are cowards and
incapable of handling an emergency. Perhaps they are, but they should not be
encouraged in this belief.
Among the many extraordinary items we saw at the show was a 30-caliber U.S.
carbine sporting a muzzle brake! I would not have believed this, but I saw it
with my own two eyes.
Did you hear about this Israeli chick who decided she wanted to become a
fighter pilot? Zahal would not accept her, so she took the matter to court,
and the Israeli supreme court finally decided that she had to be accepted. So
they took her in and she washed out, solving the problem for the moment
without reaching any conclusion about the morals, ethics or manners of
deliberately placing a woman in harm's way. No man who is "properly equipped
for reproduction," to use the Spanish expression, will do that, but of course
there are other kinds of men in positions of authority.
If our sojourn in Dallas is an indication, Texas is a great country for "small
beer." Nearly all bars offer a selection of this beverage, which was served
to field hands at the lunch break during the Renaissance. (It is now called
"light" or something of the sort.) Real beer is also available in most
places, but only as an afterthought.
We are sure that all the faithful celebrated Dan Dennehy's birthday on the
15th of this month. We neglected to give you advance notice, and for this we
apologize.
On the day before the show I conducted a meeting of the IPSC Rifle Committee.
Those in attendance beside myself were: General Denis Earp (Regional Director
for So. Africa) in charge of course design, Tim Anderson from Denmark,
co-chairman, Peter Glenn from Australia, co-chairman, and Bob Chittleborough,
the Regional Director for the U.K.
The objective of the committee is to insure as far as possible that IPSC rifle
competition does not go equipment-silly as pistol competition has. The
committee could not agree upon a change in the weight ceiling, which now
stands at 5 kg. Two members wanted to reduce it, two members wanted to
increase it, and one member wanted to have two different limits for the two
divisions - self-loading and manually operated rifles.
We did agree upon a new target configuration, which may be displayed either in
vertical mode for combat competition or in horizontal mode for hunting
competition. This target may be used either in paper or in steel form.
The committee agreed that the largest possible latitude should be permitted
the individual region, in view of the various national restrictions imposed
upon rifle types. The committee also felt that careful supervision of course
design must be enforced to achieve some measure of practicality.
The committee adopted the scoring principle invented by David Kahn for the
Keneyathlon, and we will refer to it henceforth as the "K" system. This
awards one point for a target shot at and hit with the first shot, no points
for a target declined, and deducts two points for a target missed. The "K"
system is not to be regarded as exclusive, but rather optional at the choice
of the course designer. This is a distinct step forward.
Various other minor points were decided upon, but they are of interest only to
those who are to set up IPSC rifle matches.
The report of the rifle committee will be submitted to the world assembly for
approval in connection with the world shoot to be held at Brasilia in October
of this year.
"Americans, both politicians and voters, may have become corrupted by
big government beyond redemption. A virtuous government requires a
virtuous people. A frugal government requires a self-reliant people.
A free country requires people who value liberty more than money."
Charley Reese
We think it was rather unsporting of the Mossad to blow off that assassin's
head with his own cellular phone. Now we may have to worry about government
bans on cellular phones for use by "civilians." Much better they should have
shot him. This high tech homicide may be the wave of the future, but it does
take much of the fun out of life.
We did not expect to see the Steyr-Mannlicher production scout on display at
SHOT, since we were told last summer that it would not be ready. However, we
did have hopes for '97, but now we are told to wait for '98. Since no one has
promised us tomorrow, this new delay is unpleasant, however unavoidable it may
be.
On the good side, the project seems to be well underway and in good hands.
Since the new gun will be equipped with flush swivels, we did a certain amount
of scurrying around at SHOT to locate a supply for the factory at Steyr. I
had thought that they would choose to manufacture these items in their own
plant, but due to the low value of the dollar it seems to be more economical
for Europeans to purchase parts in the U.S. when they are available. This may
also be true of the new rifle.
The new gun will make weight. It will feature the double-detent, and it will
take detachable box magazines of either 5 or 10 round capacity with a spare 5
in the butt. As of now it will probably feature the new Leupold scoutscope.
It will feature the Ching Sling in combination with an integral bipod.
God speed the day!
We all noted the passing of Arleigh Burke - the "31-knot Burke" of South
Pacific fame - at the ripe old age of 85. Admiral Burke may be the last of
the true fighting sailors, and we honor his heroic memory as something left
over from a better day.
It would be nice if when people borrow ideas from me they would take some care
in the matter. I certainly do not own the term "scout", but today everybody
(and his brother) seems to think he is producing a "scout rifle" on no basis
other than the intermediate eye relief position of the telescope, and not
always on that. A true Scout remains a rarity, and its definitive current
example - "Sweetheart" - is not quite pure, being about three quarters of a
pound overweight and carrying no reserve sights. Note that a true Scout is
available only in caliber 308 (7.62 NATO). It is made on a short action
suitable for this cartridge, which is readily available in quantity all over
the world.
On a second point, I now note that there are people referring to any sort of
aperture sight as a "ghost-ring". The essential quality of the ghost-ring is
a large aperture combined with a thin rim which disappears when looked
through, thus a "ghost." This idea was not mine, as both Karamojo Bell and
E.C. Crossman mentioned it back in the early twenties. The term "ghost-ring",
however, is mine and I wish people would take care to use it correctly.
We were fascinated at SHOT to examine the "577 Tyrannosaur" from A Square.
This piece is designed to end all discussion about stopping power. It is a
bolt-action (1917), 3-plus- 1, 13-lb rifle which fires a 750-grain bullet at
2460 feet per second. It is said to be the first sporting rifle cartridge
that "breaks the 10,000 foot-pound barrier."
In my opinion this is a definitive example of a piece which is made to own
rather than to shoot. It is not at all clear that it will kill an elephant or
a buffalo or a hippo any better than a well placed hit from a 470, and, of
course, it will not do anything with a badly placed hit except annoy the
recipient. As I see it, this combination should be referred to as the "577
Dundee." You keep it available in your armory so that when people start
talking about the power of their rifles you can break yours out and say,
"That's not a rifle. THIS is a rifle!"
The well-known knife-maker A.G. Russell informs us that a two-edged knife is
illegal in some jurisdictions. Just fancy that! We are of the impression
that the knife used to cut Nicole Simpson's throat had only one edge.
Evidently some lawmakers feel that the murderer could have accomplished his
job better if there had been an edge on the other side too. What will they
think of next!
In this age of ridiculous lawsuits, we have another example for you. It turns
out this bird was shooting on a range and was hit by a high-angle return
ricochet. He was not hurt, of course, since a reverse ricochet arrives with
almost no significant velocity, but he sued the manufacturer of the gun (for
heaven's sake!) for $75,000 worth of "mental anguish." To such a depth we
have sunk!
In the first place, the direction taken by a ricochet has nothing whatever to
do with the weapon, cartridge, its design, or its manufacturer. In the second
place, being hit by a spent bullet is rather exhilarating. In a long shooting
lifetime I have been hit at least half-a-dozen times by spent bullets, none of
which drew any blood. In each case I thought the experience rather fun.
The war cry, of course, remains "It's not the principle of the thing, it's the money!"
(He lost.)
The proliferation of pistols noted at the SHOT Show is rather puzzling. At
almost every booth one was shown what purports to be a new and more desirable
handgun. We must admit that the perceived need for defensive pistols in our
degenerating society is evident, but do we really need this enormous variety?
The fact that we may need more pistols does not mean that we need more
different types, varieties, shapes, sizes and prices of pistols. I looked at
so many new pistols at the SHOT Show that I cannot really keep track of them
all, and yet I am perfectly satisfied with the arm that rides on my belt as I
write this.
For two years now we have extolled the virtues of the excellent Blaser 93
rifle. It should be noted, however, that the straight-pull feature of this
piece is by no means its sole claim to fame. The straight-pull (in which the
shooter does not rotate the bolt, but simply pulls the handle straight to the
rear) has been around since the beginning of the century. The Swiss Vetterli
and the Canadian Ross and the American Lee were all straight-pulls, and now
Mauser has come up with a new offering of this sort. I have now used the
Blaser for going on two years, but when I examined the Mauser at SHOT I was
not impressed. Essentially the Blaser is designed to be "right," while the
Mauser is designed to be inexpensive. We all know what happens when an item
is made to meet a price, and we are distressed to see the illustrious name of
Mauser attached to such an item.
In my opinion the best feature of the Blaser (though it offers many excellent
features) is its unique trigger action, which operates without a sear. This
makes the R93 Blaser the most "hitable" production rifle available today.
Triggers on other pieces may be customized to satisfaction, though in the U.S.
this introduces liability problems, but the Blaser has only one trigger action
and it works only one way.
We were amused by two visiting Swiss shooters who noted loftily that the Swiss
service rifle offered a straight-pull action way back before World War I, but
a straight-pull per se offers little in the way of speed of operation, and
usually exchanges it for complexity. A straight-pull is indeed a little
faster than a turn-bolt, but not, in my opinion, enough to offer a serious
advantage in the field. It takes a split second for the shooter to recover
from recoil and get back on target (assuming he needs a second shot), but in
that split second a good man can operate a turn-bolt as quickly as he can
deliver his second shot.
This puts me in the way of a difficult decision. I must decide whether to
take to Africa in March the Lion Scout, which I dearly love, or the Blaser,
with which I am enchanted. Tough choice!
At the SHOT Show we were treated to a profusion of the coaxial lights and
lasers. These gadgets seem pretty pointless on a handgun, though they may
have some use attached to a shotgun. A pistol is an emergency device intended
to be ready for unexpected use at all times. You do not enter an action
deliberately armed only with a pistol if you can do better.
On the shotgun the coaxial floodlight may be a distinct advantage in a police
entry through a darkened house. One should not use the light as a means of
assuring hits, but simply to illuminate the target, which may be hit in more
conventional fashion. On the other hand, the laser seems to me more of a
hindrance than a help. We tested coaxial lasers at some length here at
Gunsite several years ago and came to the conclusion that they tend to slow
down the stroke as the shooter attempts to find where his orange dot is
located. For specialized use at mid-range a coaxial laser does pretty well on
a rifle, but this calls for some sort of target identification such as a star
shell or flare gun operated by somebody else. Also a coaxial laser reveals
the shooter in ways which may prove very dangerous upon occasion.
Spray-and-pray continues triumphantly unabashed. In New York recently a
"suspect" was carted off to the meat locker sporting 14 minor-caliber wounds.
Of course this is a newspaper account, and it is quite possible that many of
the lesions were exit wounds. Still, the account claims that over 40 shots
were fired in the engagement. It appears that the goblin in this case was on
the run, dashed into his apartment and hid in the closet. When the police
entered he commenced shooting through the door - with what object in mind I
cannot say. Your average chimpanzee could be expected to handle the problem
better than that. When I recently asked why it is that these goblins do not
attempt even to get out of town after committing their depredations, the
response was, "They don't even know where out of town is." Apparently in the
Age of the Common Man we should understand the need to lower our standards
still further.
One of the oddments that I have seen recently in the handgun line is the Baby
Glock, which is a 40-caliber item hardly bigger than a well-filled wallet. It
is not much of a shooting pistol, but when we remember that in over half of
the defensive confrontations on record the presence of the pistol rather than
its quality was a decisive factor, we have to admit that there may be some
purpose for this Baby Glock. If one has to shoot it, of course, its
40-caliber cartridge is distinctly better than a 9.
Again I must wearily emphasize that Condition Orange is not "hot yellow." The
difference between Yellow and Orange is that in Yellow the shooter has no
specific target in mind, whereas in Orange he has. This makes a decisive
difference in his mental ability to adjust to the fact that he may have to
shoot. In Yellow the shooter says "I may have to shoot today." In Orange the
shooter says to himself "I may have to shoot him right now." No matter
how
much danger you think you are in, no matter how near the enemy or how great
his numbers, unless you have picked out a particular target at which you are
prepared to shoot you are not in Orange - you are in Yellow. Sometimes I
despair of getting this point across, since I frequently receive
correspondence from students I thought I had educated indicating that they
were not listening when I made the point on the platform.
Well, I intend to keep trying.
"Television makes dictatorship impossible, but democracy intolerable."
Shimon Peres
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Vol. 4, No. 3 February, 1996
Mid-Winter
We are thankful to note that, contrary to the vicious weather conditions in
most of the United States, the weather here at Gunsite has continued mild and
pleasant up til now, and that our shooting activities are in no way inhibited.
What with experimenting on the design of the Mitchell pistol, and checking out
the Wild West "co-pilot", and working out with the new model Leupold
Scoutscope, and setting up daughter Lindy's Springfield pseudoscout for
Africa, we are delighted to be able to continue our shooting activities
without problems of mud and snow.
I seem to have sprung my right knee in painful fashion, but I refuse to let
that interfere with my shooting activities. If I must be forced to let others
do all the running and jumping - for the time being - I will be content to
move and shoot carefully. In Africa you do not turn your back and run away.
Anything that is big enough to kill you can easily outrun you.
Those involved in competition should remember that the start signal should
always be visual rather than audible. In the real world, you start because of
what you see, not because of what you hear.
A correspondent from Bosnia showed us a copy of a general order for operations
in that peculiar land which specified no personal guns and no beer. I do not
know who is in charge of those operations, but whoever it is seems to lack all
concept of historical continuity.
I can cite two campaigns which were called off when the beer supply ran out.
You may remember that the proprietor of one of the early English exploratory
expeditions of the New World was threatened with hanging when he returned to
Britain because he did not supply enough beer, and the crew had to make it all
the way back to England on nothing but water. The guy who promulgated this
order simply "doesn't know where it's at," to use the modern vulgar parlance.
As to personal weapons, to deny a soldier his weapons is to negate his
existence as a soldier.
But, of course, these people of ours in the Balkans are not soldiers, they are
peacekeepers, according to their Commander-in-Chief, who seems to have had his
own difficulties with history.
Among the ill-used words I see in print one that has puzzled me for many years
is "crossfire." Just what is a crossfire? A shot across the bows, perhaps?
The presumably authentic word we get in Washington is that Horiuchi will walk
free, but that the BATF is being stalked and may be torpedoed. Well, as we
have mentioned before, the murderer of Nicole Simpson and the murderer of
Vince Foster are walking free. We should not expect too much of our current
system of jurisprudence.
In current parlance a "wildcat" cartridge is simply one that is non-standard
and has to be made up personally or on order for use in weapons chambered for
it. For most of my shooting career I have been mildly opposed to wildcats on
the grounds that existing and available standard loads will do everything
needful, and to restrict one's weapon to specialized ammunition runs the risk
of running out in far parts without the capacity for re-supply.
I have found these points to be generally true, but not exclusively so. While
one of my favorite cartridges is the ancient and honorable 30-06, another is
what may be called the "350 Remington Magnum, Improved" for which ammunition
must be custom made-to-order.
One of the outstanding requirements of the Scout rifle is that it takes the
308 cartridge, which is universally available worldwide, but one wonders in
this day of modern transportation methods if there really is any danger of
running out of the personal supply carried by the shooter.
One of the things that seems to have been moderately common back in the great
hunting days, when distances had to be covered by packstring or porter, was
that loads could be lost under rigorous conditions. When the mule carrying
the ammunition pack lost his footing and plunged over the lip of the
waterfall, there would be little hope of re-supply at the next trading post if
the ammunition was not of a standard pattern. These conditions no longer
apply, and on hunts shorter than thirty days or less one needs only enough of
his particular brand for zeroing and record shots, a number rarely exceeding
20 rounds.
Thus it is that I think the notion of "over-the-counter re-supply" is
essentially trivial. Even as World War II fades into the past it is well to
remember that "Red Mike" Edson, battalion commander on Guadalcanal and later
president of the NRA, opined that under conditions of more or less continuous
engagement the trooper could get along very well on 25 rounds a week. This
idea would probably cause a modern ordnance specialist to faint dead away.
In any case, my suspicions of the wildcat concept have been allayed with time.
Is it not interesting that where our founding fathers attempted to create in
the New World a classless society, we have indeed achieved that, but seem to
have replaced it with a caste-based society? One can work his way up the
ladder in a class-based society, but nothing can be done about caste, which is
the basis for the polarization of our people as we now see it developing.
Long ago and far away, when I was the merest tad, my family was taken on a
tour of the battlefield of Verdun, one of the great slaughter pens of World
War I. Scampering about the field of action I retrieved from the mud a
bayonet, badly rusted and with the wooden hilt rotted away. This souvenir
stayed in my possession for a long lifetime, until the notion came to me to
avail myself of the expert services of the distinguished knifemaker Dan
Dennehy. When it was polished up we discovered that this bayonet was a
product of Waffenfabrik Mauser of Oberndorf. Dan stripped away the remains of
the rotted wood and refitted the piece with a modern Micarta hilt. Now we
have what might be called a "sporterized Mauser," probably a unique
collector's piece.
From what we hear word-of-mouth from academia, it would appear that our modern
academics cannot ride, cannot shoot, and are afraid to speak the truth.
Presumably they have never heard of either Herodotus or Theodore Roosevelt -
a couple of dead white males.
A correspondent recently wrote in to tell us of a case in which a large
magazine saved the day. It seems that the felon was finally tagged with the
last round of a 14-shot pistol. The case is noted, but what may be more
noteworthy is corroboration of the inadequacy of the 9mm Parabellum round. In
this instance the felon, who had decked two police officers, showed no
particular distress at being shot through the heart, but got into his car and
drove off, only to crash some blocks later as the blood supply ceased in his
brain. We had a case somewhat similar to this in Phoenix some years back,
where a police officer in a car was shot through the heart with a 38 Special
revolver and reported over his radio that he had been hit, but was all right,
whereupon, after driving a few blocks, he passed out and died.
The heart shot is not normally a quick stopper, unless the weapon is of more
than adequate power for its task. A heart-shot quadruped normally runs off
like the wind, only to drop after a fairly short distance. Likewise the human
goblin may be shot through the heart and still have sufficient time in action
to take care of the person who fired the shot.
If you liked Ruby Ridge, you will love Clinton's second term.
Following the demise of the Colonial Era, a considerable number of miscreants
have discovered that the post-colonial gentry in their midst have been
disinclined by generations of law and order to fight back. In New Guinea, for
example, the bad guys - who are referred to as "raskols" - have taken to
pillaging the innocent in large numbers, assuming their victims will offer no
resistance. As you might suppose, times have a way of changing. Recently at
Port Moresby one Mr. Cragnolini, an Australian businessman, simply refused to
go along with a band of raskols who burst into a restaurant in which he and
his wife were dining. The news report says that there were eleven goblins,
and Cragnolini cleaned up on the lot, decking four, killing two, and
scattering the rest.
This was a fine performance and hailed as heroism downunder, but it simply
corroborates the fact that the human hyenas of the world are astonished and
dismayed when their intended victims fight back. The answer to street
violence is counterattack rather than more jails.
In view of the recent shenanigans in Washington, does it not seem that things
run better when the government is shut down? Of course, the administration
only furloughed "non-essential" workers. Just what the government is doing
hiring non-essential workers is not explained.
We recently ran across the formation of the "Anti-Hopefully Society" founded
by an English professor who seems to care about English, unlike most. His
position is that people who go around saying "hopefully," when what they mean
is "I hope," should be informed of the error of their ways. We have sent in
our subscription.
In a recent curious case the subject was struck in the left side of the face
by a 380. The bullet was deflected by his jawbone down through his neck and
into his torso beneath the shoulder blade. The subject did not respond to the
blow, walked to the ambulance, was treated at the hospital for infection and
sent home with a Tylenol. According to the account he was laughing and joking
with bystanders throughout the experience and did not return for medical
assistance on the following day. Moral: If you insist on using a miniature
sidearm, confine your hits to the eye sockets.
To no one's surprise, Spc New was convicted of disobedience, since he
admittedly disobeyed an order. The question has never been whether this man
disobeyed an order, but whether that order was lawful for his
commander-in-chief to issue. A court martial must find Spc New guilty, but
the issue must go much higher than that. Whether an American soldier who has
sworn to support and defend the Constitution of the United States may be
ordered into the service of another sovereignty would seem unacceptable on the
face of it, but the matter must go beyond the army and on up.
For a soldier to decide whether the order he receives from his superiors is
lawful or not is a very sticky wicket. Theoretically it is not up to the man
receiving the order, but the Nuremburg trials set the precedent that it was.
Here we have a real can of worms, but I hope that the court finds for Spc New,
and that after discharge he runs for Congress.
We have been experimenting with the new model Leupold Scoutscope, and we
discover that it offers a larger "light pencil" than its precursors, which
makes it somewhat easier to use on the snapshot. The difference is not great,
but it is there. Daughter Lindy will be taking one of these glasses to Africa
shortly, and while she almost certainly will not have to try a snapshot, it is
nice to know that she has an edge.
The following is from family member Walt Mansell of Red Bluff, California:
"For several decades we in law enforcement decried the ineffectiveness
of the 38 Special cartridge, as compared to better rounds such as the
357 Magnum and the 45 ACP. It is very hard for us to understand, on a
personal level, the great acceptance the 9mm has enjoyed among the
American law enforcement community, and to a great extent with the
many civilian gunwriters who support it as ideal for personal defense.
If, in the real world, a 9mm bullet will do anything a 38 Special
bullet will not do, I have not seen any evidence of it. Somewhat
tongue in cheek, the only advantage we have seen of a high-capacity
9mm semiautomatic pistol over a simple 38 Special revolver is that it
allows the shooter to miss more often."
Note that twenty-eight states now have "right to carry" laws on the books, and
that crime is down. The notion that the state can grant such a right is
philosophically moot, but let us be glad with what we've got.
We receive so many queries about the Scout rifle concept and specifications
that it is with great relief that we see a full piece on this subject in the
March issue of Guns & Ammo magazine. The author is our good friend, client
and family member Finn Aagaard. We will make copies and have them ready for
issue.
The great weakness of the Scout concept is that one cannot get one now. You
can have one made to order if you find the right source, but it will not be
perfect and it will take both time and money. Eventually, God willing, the
production scout from Steyr-Mannlicher will be available over the counter.
Meanwhile, one is best advised to stay with the rifle he has and try to avoid
going grey while waiting.
Correspondent M.T. Lumley of Missouri opines that where the Romans kept the
masses in order by providing them with bread and games, we now provide them
with foodstamps and football.
An interesting parallel.
By great good fortune Gunsite stalwart Paul Kirchner discovered a number of
articles by George Patton in the Yale Library, which were published in the
Cavalry Journal back before World War I. It is well known that George Patton
was an accomplished swordsman, but his Olympic-style fencing on foot is not
reflected at all in his observations on the cavalry sword. When he wrote
these pieces Patton was very young and fell into the youthful error of
assuming that fighting is going to take place according to preconceived
notions. His theory was that the cavalry saber is totally an offensive
instrument, intended for shock action by mass cavalry charging knee-to-knee
into an obligingly massed enemy. Thus he is only interested in the point and
not at all in either cut or parry. To learn to hit accurately with a cut from
on top of a galloping horse is simply too much of a task to be trained into a
short-term soldier. I have tried using the cavalry saber from the top deck of
a power tricycle and I can verify Patton's observations to the effect that
hitting with the point is easy, but the delivery of a satisfactorily
destructive cut at speed is a skill that must involve many long hours of
practice. (Besides which the power tricycle is a more stable platform than a
galloping horse.)
Pondering these points I see more reason in the use of the lance in recent
cavalry actions, as by the British in India and Africa. The lance affords
more reach than the saber and it is only at a disadvantage in the melee or
mixup after the charge has been delivered, in which I for one would be much
happier with a pistol.
According to Louis Farrakhan, who now aspires to take over Jessie Jackson's
place as fuhrer of the anti-white revolution, "We do not say that a woman's
place is in the home, but we do say that a woman's base is in the home." I
think that is a pretty good line, but since I was chided for admiring a recent
statement of Comrade Mugabe I suppose I will get some static on this matter
too.
We discover with some gratification that a Swiss citizen, in order to maintain
his rights of citizenship, must qualify annually with his rifle, even when he
is on station overseas. We knew that the Swiss had to do this while in
Switzerland, but we find that Swiss diplomats in Washington are experiencing
some difficulty in finding a facility on which to maintain their Swiss
citizenship. Riflemaster John Pepper has been helpful in this matter by
encouraging these people to make use of the Fort Meade ranges where he
conducts his training and competition operations.
Those who suggest the feasibility of a nationwide pistol permit must realize
that such a procedure would be un-constitutional according to the Tenth
Amendment (assuming anyone still pays any attention to the Tenth Amendment).
However, since the Constitution preceding the Bill of Rights makes it clear
that states are bound to honor the acts of other states it would seem to
follow that a citizen who has a permit to carry in a permit-to-carry state may
expect his permit to honored in any other permit-to-carry state. The legal
aspects of this issue are not fully understood and one should not expect the
gendarme on the beat to be fully apprised of the situation.
In continuing experiment with the reduced size of the butt of the Mitchell
pistol, a number of people have insisted that the slim gun kicks less than the
standard model. Now changing the shape of the butt can do nothing to affect
the force of recoil, physics not yet having been corrected to conform with the
mood of the times, but the thought occurs that perceived recoil can indeed be
reduced by giving the shooter a better grip on his weapon. Any hand can
achieve a more secure grip on his piece if his hand wraps further around it,
and a small hand should find this particularly noticeable. This notion had
not previously occurred to me, partly because my hand is somewhat larger than
average, but we may indeed have a strong selling point here.
"In this country we have no place for hyphenated Americans."
Theodore Roosevelt
We hear that one of the men shot at Tinananmen Square was able to speak out as
follows before he died:
"Tell the American people never to lose their guns. As long as they
keep their guns in their hands what's happened here will never happen
there."
"During the mandatory segment on Post Operational Trauma, as required
by the State of Texas, I am compelled to inform the students that if
they do 'ice a goblin,' they may need to seek psychiatric counseling
to help them deal with the guilt and remorse that often follows.
During that whole session, 'Gunny' Gillis kept cocking his ear,
raising his hand and croaking, 'What?, What is it?' It seems that
Gunny had never heard of P.O.T., it having not been invented by
psychologists until after his day. He had known some people with
frazzled nerves from living on the edge for weeks at a time, but this
was something new to him and he couldn't quite grasp the concept. All
he knew was that after he had carried his flame-thrower all over
Tarawa, he was just plain relieved and glad that it was over."
Gary L. Swan, Marion, Texas
"God give us men of such a type as the time demands.
Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and willing hands;
Men whom the lust of office does not kill;
Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy;
Men who possess opinions and a will;
Men who have honor; men who will not lie;
Men who can stand before a demagogue
And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking;
Tall men, sun crowned, who live above the fog
In public duty and in private thinking;
For while the rabble with their thumb worn creeds,
Their profession and their little deeds
Mingle in selfish strife; lo; Freedom weeps;
Wrong rules the land, and waiting justice sleeps."
From Zarapath News,
published by the Scottish Rite, Davenport, Iowa
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Jeff Cooper's Commentaries
Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 4, No. 4 March, 1996
The Ides of March
Despite the snow and ice which had enveloped most of the country in recent
weeks, we in the Southwest have enjoyed almost no winter at all. While this
has had a good effect on most outdoor activity, it has not helped the skiing,
and we do need all the precipitation we can get, as in any dry country. As to
that, the rains have finally hit in South Africa, breaking a 10-year drought,
and while one wet season will not bring everything into order, every little
bit helps.
All hands should anticipate the Keneyathlon at Whittington Center coming up in
June. This is, in my opinion, the most significant rifle contest in the world
at this time, and while its rules and course of fire are still to be
perfected, it is the best test of rifle skill I know of.
This year the "Guru's Gold" ring will go to the man placing in the first five
who uses the lightest rifle, providing his rifle does not weigh more than 3
kilograms. (Last year the lightest rifle in contention was too heavy.)
We recently got a nifty situation report from family member Charlie Putman,
just back from a successful family hunt in South Africa and Zimbabwe (late
Rhodesia). While he was eminently successful, being both a marvelous marksman
and an experienced hunter, he added corroboration to our long held view that
the 375 is not properly a buffalo gun. Without going into details (which may
be furnished upon request) we feel that his observations are most pungent in
regarding the different atmospheres encountered between South Africa and
Zimbabwe. The South African revolution of '94 has not yet been able to trash
the countryside, but the independence of Zimbabwe from the British
Commonwealth has been in force now for a couple of decades and the results are
obvious to the eye. The hunting is fine, but the countryside is a mess.
Well, what did we expect?
The press informs us that the Basuto people of Southern Africa have now
renewed their traditional occupation of cattle raiding, in the manner of the
Medieval Welsh. You may remember that Offa's Dyke (one of the two manmade
structures visible on Earth from outerspace) was constructed to discomfit
those Welsh cattle raiders. It was not hard to cross from west to east, but
the barrier made it very difficult for the stolen kine to be driven back
across. Perhaps the South African government could profit by this example.
We found it curious that Lamar Alexander should try to use the slogan "ABC" to
mean "Alexander Beats Clinton," when actually what it really stands for is the
war cry of the right at this time - "Anybody But Clinton."
Now we have in hand the "Co-pilot" from Wild West Guns in Anchorage, Alaska.
This is a chopped and channeled Marlin 95 in caliber 45-70, intended for life
insurance for the professional bear hunter and his client. It measures 35
inches in length assembled, and it takes down in the middle into two 18-inch
parcels. It weights 7 lbs, or a tad less, and it provides five
short-range sledge-hammer blows in quick succession. It packs into a neat
little briefcase-sized padded pouch, and it appears to be quite the ideal
instrument for the professional guide who may need to protect his client
against bear or lion. I have tentatively dubbed it the Arctocrat (Master of
Bears), and I think it cute as a bug.
On the downside, it comes out of the box with a factory trigger that should
not happen to a BATman. (Apparently the people in Anchorage feel that trigger
action does not matter in arms-length confrontations. Every man to his own
opinion, of course, but I disagree with this. For me a delicate trigger is
the single most important feature in the precise placement of the snapshot.)
Riflemaster John Gannaway is at work on this, and we may be able to fix it
prior to delivery next month in Africa. Despite sandpaper surfaces between
hammer and sear, which may be smoothed out, the angle of engagement is such
that trigger pressure actually cams the hammer back a tad before releasing it,
requiring the trigger finger to work against the mainspring. This arrangement
is not unheard of on primitive-type weapons and may properly be termed "the
hammercammer trigger." It can be corrected by a good gunsmith, but not all
gunsmiths are good. We shall see.
Another negative, if minor feature, is the cross-bolt hammer-block now
installed on most lever-guns by the liability agents. This gadget is referred
to as a "safety," but on the contrary it could be lethal in a confrontation
with anything dangerous. When it is pressed to the right it does not block
the trigger nor interfere with hammer fall, it simply prevents the hammer from
falling on the primer. In one of Peter Capstick's more memorable
observations, "The most terrifying sound in nature is not the roar of a
charging lion, nor the whistle of a descending bomb; rather it is a click when
you expect a bang." The sort of mishap this invites is not serious in a deer
gun, since all it will do is lose you your deer, but in a lion gun it might
well get you killed. Fortunately it is easily de-activated.
The butt stock, at 13 inches, is a little too long for the instantaneous
gun mount to the shoulder, and the square-cut heel of the butt tends to snag
in this sort of action. Both these minor drawbacks are quickly correctable.
I have acquired a butt-cuff for this little piece, which seems to me
particularly advisable in view of the side loading system of the lever gun
which permits "topping off" without taking eyes off target.
A plus feature is a 6-port muzzle brake, which actually does seem to work.
The recoil of a 7 lb 45-70 might be expected to be brisk, but in our piece
it was not more noticeable than that of a medium-weight 308. In theory a
muzzle brake should not work, since by the time the gasses can work upon the
baffles, the rearward impetus of the weapon has already been actuated. The
fact is, however, that well-designed muzzle brakes do work, whether or not
they should.
All together the Arctocrat strikes us as a nifty little item, and it should
prove sensational when we introduce it to the South African Professional
Hunters Association.
Our collaborater and good friend Paul Kirchner dwells in Darkest Connecticut
- as he puts it, "In the belly of the bunny," a quaintly accurate locution.
I have always been a great one for cadging rides in military vehicles, and I
have been very successful up til now. Never, however, have I got a ride in a
first-line jet fighter. It now appears that our friends the Russians have
discovered a market for this, and if you get to Moscow you can purchase a hot
lap in a MiG 23 (two-seater version). Since my first visit to Moscow back in
the Dark Ages, I have never thought of a good reason for returning - until
now.
We learn with some dismay that the revered firm of Anheuser-Busch is now
actively supporting Clinton's bid for re-election. This is not rumor. I have
in hand an executive letter to this effect claiming that it is the company
policy to support both sides of the political spectrum. The fact is that the
Clinton administration opposed an increase on the beer tax leveled nationwide,
which bill, if passed, would have hurt Budweiser in the pocketbook. I stand
foursquare with Queen Victoria of revered memory, who stoutly opposed any
British beer tax to the last, claiming that it constituted an onerous
oppression of the working class.
Regardless of taxation, there are other and much more important issues at
stake at the forthcoming presidential election, and I can do without
Budweiser.
Note that gun lovers and gun shooters are not necessarily the same breed,
fortunately for the manufacturers. Marksmanship is a demanding discipline,
but affection is not. I know a good many people whose deep love for firearms
amounts to an obsession, but who cannot shoot for sour apples. ("Why should
they?" as Pogo asks.) Such men (and they are all men as far as I know)
constitute a problem for their wives. "Why on earth do you want another gun?"
- but they are the lifeblood of the firearms trade. They puzzle me but I
wish them well.
We have regrouped and are now able to give you an address for the 200-meter
zeroing target I have been pushing for a while. These targets are the best
thing of the kind that I have seen, and they are suitable for either iron or
glass sights at ranges from 50 to 300 meters. They run about a buck apiece.
Address queries to: Andrew Langlois, PO Box 141, Windsor, VT
05089.
When we opined recently in print that a soldier must absolutely obey orders,
we were called out immediately to the effect that the Nuremberg trials had
established a precedent that this is not so. According to Nuremberg precedent
a soldier is bound to obey only lawful orders of his superiors, and apparently
he is to decide on his own what is lawful and what is not. This was an
unworkable decision when it was reached, and it remains so. If it is left up
to the soldier to decide about the legality of his orders, his side has lost
the war. Besotted as we appear to be with games, we seem to have lost track
of the idea that war is a serious business, not a game. When a soldier
refuses to obey a direct order, the historic consequence has been summary
execution. I suppose we can all imagine certain cases in which we would
refuse to obey orders, but we certainly must be prepared to take the
consequences. The question of whether an order is lawful or not is certainly
not for the soldier to decide.
Further into that previous subject, we discover that Spc New, who disobeyed
and took the consequences, has a father who is now running for Congress. And
more power to him. We have often heard of sons who have profited by their
father's prominence in search of political success, but this is the first
situation I can call to mind which goes the other way around.
Gabe Suarez, our man in Santa Monica, who is closing in on his ace rating for
law enforcement shootings, very nearly tagged his fifth score recently. In
pursuit of a very bad guy (VBG) he had mounted his shotgun and found the
trigger when the goblin reached into his belt to seize his pistol. In doing
so, he shot himself in the crotch, saving Gabe the expenditure of another
round of 00-buck. The department is thinking of mentioning Gabe in dispatches
for "admirable restraint." Hmmm!
We have recently received several queries about instruction in "police rifle"
and "defensive rifle." I am not sure of the role of the rifle in police work,
but I do believe that there is no such thing as a "defensive" rifle. The
pistol is the defensive arm. You wear it with no specific action in mind, but
when you pick up a rifle you intend to go after something - or someone. Thus
the difference in purpose of the two arms is one of concept, and training with
either must be carried out with that in mind. The purpose of the pistol is to
stop a fight that somebody else started. The purpose of the rifle is to
"reach out and touch someone." Thus the objective of the rifleman is to
achieve a first-round hit, on an appropriate target, at unspecific range, from
improvised positions, against the clock. This is what I endeavor to teach in
riflecraft, and it is equally valuable to the hunter, the soldier, or, in some
cases, the policeman.
Our family member Randy Umbs, who now lives top center in the cold country,
informs us that there have been twenty-two snowmobile fatalities in his state
(WI) so far this winter, most of which he feels were the result of the misuse
of booze. Roaring off into the snowy night in a state of inebriation is a
pretty good way to check yourself out. Perhaps it is a happy way to go - who
knows?
In perusing a new account of the Lewis and Clark expedition we note again that
the Pennsylvania squirrel rifles taken on the expedition were simply not
powerful enough for the task. They killed their meat, but it was often a
messy business, and they did not measure up to a grizzly bear. This fact is
well-known and has left us with the notion that it is always important to "use
enough gun" - to quote Robert Ruark. The matter of what is enough is the
question.
In my opinion - which is clearly not unanimously held - the 308 or 30-06
will do everything that needs doing, short of buffalo and the pachyderms.
Bullet placement, of course, is the key. We cleaned house on the Babamkulu
adventure of 1994 using the 308/180. On our forthcoming hunt we expect to
depend on the 30-06/180 and anticipate no trouble. (This does not include our
projected hippopotamus, on which we intend to use Baby, with 500-grain
solids.)
Earlier this year family member Bill O'Connor slew his nilgai in Texas with
the 308/180, which apparently confounded a number of observers who insisted
that the nilgai is too tough an animal for that.
The bell tolls again for another of the great. Adolf Galland, at one time the
youngest two-star general in the Wehrmacht, passed away after heart surgery at
the age of 83.
Galland was undoubtedly one of the dozen or so greatest aviators of all time,
and his legendary exploits are too numerous to mention. Among other things,
his "The First and the Last" stands as the definitive reference for those who
would study World War II from the German side. But more than his outstanding
capacities as a warrior, Adolf Galland was distinguished as a gentleman, which
is an almost extinct species. In the Age of the Common Man, a gentleman is
hard to find. The cause for which Galland fought was lost - fortunately for
us - but he acquitted himself beyond reproach, and he well deserves his place
in the Hall of Fame.
Marion Hammer, President of the NRA, exhorts us forcefully to participate in
the education of the young. If we do not get the kids away from the tube and
out on the range, we stand to lose our liberty in the 21st century.
These anti-gun people are still hard at it. They are now pushing a bill to
prohibit what has come to be called "canned hunting," which is the hunting of
non-native species on ranches stocked for the purpose. This sort of hunting
may not be everybody's cup-of-tea, but it is legal, economically sound, and
can be just as sportsmanlike as one may desire. These bambiists have no
business butting in to the pastimes of other people, as long as those pastimes
do not endanger the uninvolved and do no harm to the environment. These
busybodies simply do not want other people to indulge in activities of which
they disapprove, and enjoy doing so. As Mencken put it, they are dismayed by
the idea that somewhere, somehow, somebody may be having a good time. May
they go fly a kite!
Riflemaster John Pepper tells about an adventure he had in Korea in which he
had no use for his front sight. In an unexpected meeting engagement in the
snow and the dark, John's party slammed into a platoon of Chicoms. In a
really close encounter John found the muzzle of his M1 rammed solidly into the
midsection of his opponent, and he emptied his magazine - achieving a
decisive, if messy, victory.
So here is a case in which the commandment "Front sight, surprise" does not
apply.
The Chinese Norinco "Sportsman" seems to be an almost exact replica of the
renowned Colt Woodsman 22 auto-pistol, on which a whole generation of American
sportsmen grew up. A sound 22 self-loading pistol should be a feature of
every respectable American household. Of course, "respectable" is the key
word here.
As we now prepare for our forthcoming adventure in Africa, we must point out
that there will be a hiatus in the issuance of this journal. I will not be
able to put one out while I am off station; however, I am ahead for the year
in the production of these commentaries and I will have much to talk about
upon our return, so please stay tuned.
We note in the press that the army is hard at work in pursuit of an infantry
weapon that does not call for any skill on the part of the user. The
so-called "Objective Individual Combat Weapon" costs about $15,000 per unit,
and is yet another example of the attempt to make up mechanically for human
deficiency. This is probably not a good idea. Whatever enemies we may face
in the future will almost certainly outnumber us, and we should think about
making our individual weapons deadlier, but not easier to use. I still cling
to the hope that it is possible to turn out good soldiers, rather than cannon
fodder.
Did you catch that bit last Christmas about the elephant action in India? It
seems that the villagers were brewing up a large batch of beer, and the scent
was wafted out into the night and picked up by this herd of wild elephants,
who got the message and followed their noses (or rather their trunks). When
they got into the brewing vats the villagers sought to drive them off with
burning brands. The elephants understandably took exception to this and
trashed the place, squashing one Indian in the process.
Moral: "Do not get between an elephant and his booze."
The gunhandling we observed recently at the SHOT Show was customarily
atrocious. The fact that all weapons displayed on the floor of the show are
presumably de-activated cannot excuse total failure to comply with The Rules.
Proper gunhandling habits should be trained into anyone who has any reason to
handle a firearm. Unfortunately at this time too much instruction is being
carried out by people who are not qualified to do so.
In reading further into Patton, I discover his interesting opinion that a good
tactician is not necessarily a good strategist - and vice versa. To
oversimplify, tactics is the art of winning battles, whereas strategy is the
art of using battles to achieve a political objective. We may recall that
Grant could not stand the sight of blood, whereas Bedford Forrest seems to
have enjoyed it. I suppose a truly competent soldier should be good in both
areas, but it is interesting to note that this is not always true.
The rumor mongers continue to insist that the National Rifle Association is in
bad shape administratively. It was clearly established at the last board
meeting that membership is up and the budget is balanced; but, of course, the
facts of the matter are irrelevant to those who would discredit us.
In my youth it was assumed that the grizzly bear was dangerous to man, but
that the black bear was not. As man-versus-bear encounters increase with the
population explosion, we discover that this previously held opinion is not
necessarily true. During the last hunting season in Canada, a she-bear
(black) took on two hunters who where carrying out an elk carcass, and killed
them both. I have no details apart from the conclusion, but any bear is a
big, strong animal, and quite capable of homicide under the right conditions.
Let us say that bears are only cute at a safe distance.
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Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 4, No. 5 April, 1996
Interim Sitrep
We can report here only briefly since we arrived home from Africa last night
and take off for the NRA Annual Meeting tomorrow, but let no one think that we
are remiss in our duty to our readers. We will be back on the line with a
full-sized issue next month, barring accidents.
Well, we did not do our hippo, since I had not recovered sufficiently from my
spinal compression to do any serious hunting. This was no tragedy, however.
It is always nice to have something to look forward to on the next trip.
Neither did we actually shoot the renowned G6 field gun, but we did have a
chance to explore it thoroughly in person, and we were treated to an excellent
promotional film on the subject. Not much was lost, however. I ought to know
by now what a canon sounds like when it goes off.
I was able to deliver the Marlin "Co-pilot" from Wild West in Alaska to its
new home as a lion-stopper in Africa. This piece, as you know, is a cutdown
and customized version of the Marlin Model 95 45-70. It was much admired in
the field, and one of its most admired features was a sighting system I
proposed, which consists of a brilliant red shrouded bead front and a Steve
Wickert ghost-ring rear. This is about the fastest arrangement I have seen,
and considering that the weapon will not ordinarily be used beyond a range of
25 meters, it is every bit as precise as the shooter can make it.
The action handled a sock full of 500-grain reloads without a hitch, and the
muzzle brake holds recoil down to a surprisingly comfortable level.
Danie intends to use this piece on buffalo - just for experimental purposes.
I cannot recommend the 45-70 cartridge as a buffalo gun, but up close and in
the hands of a very cool marksman it may do very well. We shall see.
"Hunting is an intense personal experience. It is a conviction at the very
core of our being, just as the love of our spouse or parents. Using men as an
example, ask for a public testimony from most men about the wife they love,
and their brains begin to melt down. They stutter, find themselves at a loss
for words and generally are ineffectual, but let them be threatened by the
loss of a spouse and suddenly even the most withdrawn husband can be
eloquent."
Dr. Bill Morrill, in Safari Times
We enjoyed short shoots in the Kalahari, the Waterberg and the Onderberg and
thus saw more of the country on this series of minor hunts than we would have
on a major safari. The abundant summer rains have broken the drought,
rendering the High Veldt verdant and the Low Veldt lush. This wet season was
not without certain drawbacks, however, since the grass was so high that one
could not see the warthogs, and the anopheles mosquito was buzzing forth in
unprecedented profusion, making malaria a very serious matter in the low
country.
Our companions on this adventure were Colonel C.J. Ancker III, U.S. Army, and
his wife Jan. Clint is a multiple graduate of Orange Gunsite, and though he
has no previous hunting experience, he delivered exactly as one would expect
in a much decorated war hero, taking springbok, blesbok, gemsbok, and impala
with the Blaser.
Daughter Lindy performed as expected on her first excursion afield for blood.
Having been put through the rifle school at Whittington, and having worked up
her 1903 into a "pseudo-scout" she put everything away neatly with the same
30-06 180-grain cartridge that her father used back in the Dark Ages. We are
now down into the last remnants of our original supply of Norma 180s, and
these feature a semi-spitzer open-point projectile with a boat-tail. The
combination flies with great precision and hits hard. It may be criticized as
old fashioned, since it opens up rather quickly and does not retain its impact
weight, but this is no drawback when the weapon chosen has sufficient power
for the task. For example, the zebra (which is a very tough animal indeed)
was taken behind the last rib at about 190 paces - target angle 130 degrees.
The bullet fragmented in the boiler room, doing quick and terminal damage which
brought the beast down only a few paces from the point of impact.
It was indeed delightful for an old codger, such as I, to watch his offspring
deliver perfectly with an action designed in 1903 and a cartridge designed in
1906 - which is even before my time. On the other hand, the new technology
was employed in a high-strength, light-weight composition stock from Robbie
Barrkman, and the new Leupold scoutscope. This new glass, available only this
year, took one extremely hard knock in the course of a wild ride in the
hunting car, and when we rechecked the zero we found it had held solid without
error of any kind.
I have been somewhat amused at the spate of indignation I have aroused by
insisting that the proper word is "shottist" rather than "shootist". Several
people have leafed through a series of dictionaries to tell me that I am wrong
about this. Apparently it is a matter of English-English versus
American-English. I have been presented on two occasions to audiences in
Great Britain and in South Africa as a shottist, and I assume that a proper
English language dictionary would support me in this. Our British cousins
spell color with a "u" and refer to a fender as a wing. Other examples will
occur to you. Personally I prefer shottist, but it appears that I cannot
insist upon that.
The political situation in South Africa may best be described as unsettled at
this time. While street crime has grown by leaps and bounds since the
revolution, it is mostly committed by the underclass against the underclass,
much as in the U.S., and then there is the good side in that the traveler may
be always legally armed, which puts every confrontation in its proper light.
We were all saddened at the death notice of Peter Hathaway Capstick, one of
the truly notable commentators on the African scene. His death was untimely
at age 56, and we will miss his lively accounts of the wild. In mitigation it
may be noted that he did get a great deal of his writing published where
succeeding generations can enjoy it for the indefinite future.
The date for our recent African adventure was selected by Dick Thomas of
Columbia, Missouri, who was the host of the original IPSC Founders meeting in
1976. The meeting itself was very pleasant, and we were delighted to
socialize with many old friends from the past. We did not, however, see many
of the founding fathers at the opening banquet, and I was unable to revive
interest in the famous "Mason Williams Course of Fire," which distinguished
the original Founders meeting in Columbia. This competition is most ingenious
and I commend it to those of you who want to have an entertaining experience
among friends indoors without the necessity of repairing to a pistol range.
In this match a small-ring bullseye target is set upon the far wall of the
dining room. Each contestant is given a notepad and an empty target pistol
(I know, I know, no guns are empty, but read on). The contestant engages the
target, slow-fire, one "shot" at a time from offhand. Each time the striker
is released the shooter notes down where he thinks the shot went and turns the
paper over. He does this ten times and the judges take his paper. When all
contestants have had their turn, scores are tallied and three prizes are
awarded - "Biggest Liar" to top score, "Most Honest" to low score, and "Grand
Prize" to the contestant who scores exactly in the middle of the pack.
This contest is challenging, amusing, and can be hilarious. We did not
actually run it at the Founders Reunion, but I commend it to all and sundry.
("Sundry" being those who do not yet have their concealed carry permits.)
We were able to show Clint and Jan a very choice morsel of the South African
experience in the two weeks that they could spare. Two weeks, of course, is
never enough, but then neither is two months. There is just too much of
Africa to enjoy without making it a continuing avocation.
In a new account of the Lewis and Clark expedition, "Undaunted Courage", we
note with satisfaction that while the heros of this mighty expedition had no
idea what their requirements might turn out to be, they had their priorities
straight. Before the adventure was over they had run completely out of
tobacco and of whiskey - but they never ran out of gunpowder. In every
respect these two men coped; in fact, they are possibly the two best copers I
ever heard of.
As the new weapon of the common people appears to be the Chinese version of
the Russian SKS, it has now become obvious that some kind of sight should be
available for it, and the Lyman Corporation has leaped into the breach. Their
new Model 66 SKS sight will bolt right on to both Russian and Chinese rifles
and provide both a target disk and a ghost-ring.
On the subject of things Chinese we note that Norinco is now producing in
their "Sportsman" an apparently exact replica of the renowned Colt Woodsman,
which piece was the mainstay of the youth in those dear, dead days before
World War II. I do not know how well the Chinese version is made, but the
concept is admirable.
The "Fund For Animals" (FFA) is now campaigning to disenchant woman from both
hunting and fishing, claiming these activities to be "old fashioned" and
therefore beneath consideration. We may doubt that they will succeed in this.
Most of the best things in life are old fashioned, and unlikely to be
disregarded on that account.
I am often asked why it is necessary for a scout rifle to be a 308. Well, it
is not actually necessary, but it is desirable on two counts. First, the
scout must be a general-purpose rifle, taking ammunition which is available
worldwide without handloading. Second, it must be a short cartridge so that
it can be fitted into short actions, making it more likely for the completed
item to make weight. The weight ceiling on a true scout is 3 kilograms (6.7lbs).
The only one that I know that makes weight today is "Scout I" built on
the Remington 600 carbine. The forthcoming scout rifle from Steyr-Mannlicher
will make weight. I have been assured of this by the designers, who swore to
it on the bones of St. Hubert. The prototype, which I held in my hands last
year, ran a touch over 7 lbs., but it had a wood stock. The composition stock
on the production model will reduce this to the specified limit. (It says so
right here.)
We learn from Soldier of Fortune magazine that when Senator Arlen Specter
issued a request last summer for the names of all known militia members at
least one citizen did what he could do to help. He sent Specter a copy of the
local phone book. According to the Founding Fathers, almost everybody not in
the military is in the militia.
Well, that is all for this short copy. After a 24-hour touchdown in Arizona,
we are off to Dallas for the annual meeting of the NRA Board, and then to Ann
Arbor for the wedding of granddaughter Lisi, and then to Whittington for the
rifle shoot. One of these days the dust will settle and we can get back on
schedule, but I cannot predict when that will be.
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Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 4, No. 6 May, 1996
Spring is Here
As we expected, the month of April turned out to be impractical. They say
behind us, but the call of duty does not grow less. As soon as I get this
that it is great to be busy, but this could become ridiculous. April is now
issue polished off, we will be off again to darkest Louisiana, and thereafter
back to Colorado for another short stay. I will work my writing commitments
in as best I may, but things certainly have a way of coming up unexpectedly.
The NRA annual meeting at Dallas was most encouraging. The presidency of
Marion Hammer, the first woman in that office, has attracted great national
attention. And while Marion is in truth an excellent executive, this is not
because she is a woman, but rather because she is excellent. Still, the
feminists have taken due note, and the fact that the most prominent American
freedom fighter is female is certainly not lost upon the feminist movement.
As usual the media did their best to denigrate the Association, partly by
ignoring it and partly by malicious rumor. There was no notice of our
activities in the Dallas Morning News, and rumors were circulated to the
effect that we are losing membership and going broke. We are doing nothing of
the kind. Membership is up, and the treasurer's report shows us well in the
black.
It was amusing to encounter a small group of anti-gun activists outside the
convention center. When approached by various spokesmen for our cause, these
people shriveled up and took refuge in misdirected vituperation. It is so
easy to destroy the logical position of a hoplophobe that such people do well
to avoid debate. They are quite ready to publish their foolishness, but they
wisely shrink from debate. Hoplophobia is, after all, not a reasoned
position, but rather a mental aberration. Being basically emotional, it is a
feeling rather than an examined forensic position.
On our recent African adventure we tried a system which we had never used
before. This was a sort of smorgasbord hunt in which, rather than spending
our entire hunting time in one area with one outfitter, we browsed around. We
hunted gemsbok and springbok in the Kalahari with Ian McFarlane, blesbok and
impala in the Waterberg with Alf Adami, and zebra and impala down at
Engonyameni with Danie van Graan. This sort of thing can be enchanting, and
one meets new people, sees new country, and savors a different sort of hunting
at each location. It is not always possible to arrange, but I am very glad we
were able to do so on this adventure. The only trophy that daughter Lindy
really wanted was an imposing big zebra hide for her living room. This she
put away nicely with the 30-06/180. Her Springfield combination is absolutely
"enough gun" - in the hands of one who can shoot it expertly.
So now we have the Daewoo triple-action pistol, which can be fired in three
ways, rather than just two, as in double-action. Like so many aspects of
gadgetry, it is not clear what this feature is intended to accomplish, other
than to introduce something new to the sales force. It is sometimes hard for
me to realize that I have got through most of my adult life using the
single-action, self-loading pistol personally and instructing thousands of
people in the use thereof - without any sort of mishap. I must have missed
something along the way.
With surprise and disappointment we learn that Steve Young, the outstanding
quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers, is a hoplophobe activist. One would
not expect such an attitude in a good Mormon boy. Note that this is not a
rumor, but was verified by a spokesman from Mr. Young's office.
I regret to report that the annual Keneyathlon has been cancelled, at least
for the time being, by its originator, Dr. David Kahn. It appears that it is
not possible to arouse sufficient interest through normal public channels, and
while the Keneyathlon was the best practical rifle contest so far devised, not
enough people know about it to make it economically viable.
Since we have already fabricated the Guru's Gold ring as a prize for the best
performance in the Keneyathlon, we will undertake to present this to the best
performance at the practical rifle match scheduled for 13, 14 July at
Whittington Center. This means the best performance by a practical rifle, as
opposed to a target rifle. Contact:
Brad Schuppan, (505) 445-3615.
Note that the NRA book service still has a small supply of "Another Country,"
which I think is my best work so far. Contact: NRA Sales Dept., P.O. Box
5000, Kearneysville, WV 25430-5000.
We are now expecting the chance to examine a new version of the "Thumper"
concept, which is now being developed in Phoenix. This piece takes a full 44
Magnum cartridge but is said to deliver very little felt recoil. We will look
into this and report back.
The battle cry at the NRA convention was sounded as "Safety, Responsibility,
Freedom." These words must be trumpeted to the best of our ability in this
vital election year. It is up to us to convince the people at large that a
vote for the left in this forthcoming contest is a vote against political
liberty. Let not personalities obscure the problem. If we are forced to
endure another four years such as those just past, the tradition of American
liberty may be so badly damaged as to be irreparable. I do not know anyone
who intends to vote wrong in this forthcoming election, but then I do not know
enough people. We just must put out the word.
In a somewhat similar parallel, a forthcoming election in South Africa may
result in an ironclad, one- party Marxist majority if the Zulus help the ANC.
If they do not, some sort of reasoned equilibrium may be established for the
foreseeable future.
Colleague and multiple Orange graduate Naish Piazza has asked me rather
wistfully why I have not mentioned his Front Sight operation in Bakersfield,
California. The main reason is that I was waiting to hear that the operation
was in full operation. Naish knows the doctrine and has acquired the services
of two excellent educators in Gabe Suarez and Brad Ackman. For detailed
information address Front Sight, Incorporated, P.O. Box 2619, Aptos, CA
95001.
We note with irritation that our enemies are fond of referring to us shooters
as "extremists." Extremism in the eyes of some is a negative characteristic,
but I have never found it necessarily so. As Goldwater put it some years ago,
"Extremism in defense of liberty is no vice." Nonetheless the mood of the
times changes, and it might be well for us to reverse the pitch here and start
talking about those who would deprive us of our political freedom as
extremists. They are indeed that, and they deserve to get their own insults
back in their faces.
Having been raised back in another age, I have always been rather puzzled at
the concept of "catch and release" fishing. In my day we ate the fish we
caught, and if we did not want to eat them, we did not bother to catch them.
To each his own, of course.
Now I note the term "catch and release" hunting applied by the admirable
outdoor writer John Barsness. This refers to the act of passing up a viable
shot to wait for another day. I have practiced this various times in the
past, but never without simulating the shot. When a good rifleman feels the
striker snap forward he knows, because of what he sees in his sights, where
his shot is going to go. If he does not simulate this, the point is not made.
Therefore when I have encountered a situation in which I had the rifle and was
unwilling to take the animal, I have always carefully removed the round from
the chamber, assumed the best possible firing position, and pressed the
trigger. This, I think, is the proper method to use if you like the idea of
catch and release hunting.
For pistol instruction at Whittington Center 15 - 20 July contact Rich Wyatt,
3430 Wright St., Wheat Ridge, CO 80033, (303) 232-0542.
Note now that a new Berreta pistol features a rotary lock, somewhat similar to
that on the old Obregon pistol from Mexico. This may be a good idea, though
one is tempted to observe the old maxim, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." I
do not think current Berreta pistols are in the habit of blowing open, so
whether they need the extra strength of a rotary lock is unclear. However,
progress is progress, and we should not sneer at it.
Our good friend and fellow board member Al Rubega is entering the lists for
the governor of New Hampshire. Al is a good man and we have admired his work
often in reading of it in New Hampshire. If he makes it to the office of
governor, American shooters will have placed a strong building block in
freedom's wall. If any of the family are able to vote in New Hampshire I urge
them to vote for Al.
At the NRA show we were interested to examine the new graphite barrel sleeves
from Christensen Arms. The idea here is to produce a very stiff barrel
without increasing weight. The Christensen barrels consist of a thin sleeve
which takes the rifling surrounded by a thick graphite tube which gives the
piece the approximate contour of a bull-gun. Whether or not barrel stiffness
is a real asset to a practical rifleman is moot, but the inventors claim great
things with this device and we wish them success.
A newly elected director of the National Rifle Association, who happens to be
a woman, approached me at the Dallas conclave with the notion that she is new
to rifle work and can use any help available in perfecting her skills. When I
asked her what sort of rifle shooting she enjoyed, she replied, "Big Bore,"
which suggested to me that she was going in for 30-caliber military target
shooting. Further inquiry revealed, however, that she is very keen on big
game and had, therefore, recently acquired a 300 Weatherby magnum (!!!!). One
does not disparage a new acquisition, whether automobile, rifle or wife, but I
cannot think of a worse place to start for a lady novice than with a
big-bottle 300. As I have often opined, boosting the velocity of the 30-06
provides little in the way of efficiency in return for a certain amount of
bother in bulk and blast. If you want more power than the 30-06, you want
more bullet, but this woman does not suggest she needs more power. One would
wish there were more schools around for shooters where the true doctrine could
be expounded. As of right now, however, a rifle school is a rare thing, and
only a couple of those are prepared to set forth proper doctrine. I have been
so gratified at the results achieved by my students, both male and female, in
Africa, that I feel justified in my opinions, and for a shooter to commence
his studies with a medium-bore rifle is probably a mistake.
Perhaps you may have noticed a piece by our colleague Finn Aagaard in the
current American Rifleman on the topic of "Point Blank Shooting." This is an
excellent article and fully covers a basic lecture in the general rifle class.
If you are going to take up rifle shooting seriously, you should cut it out
and put it where you can refer to it.
One of the sillier gadgets now available for sale and presented at the various
gun shows is an actual cartridge counter for a pistol, which is incorporated
into the starboard stock and which reads the number of rounds left in the
magazine to a shooter if he glances away from his sights. There really is
such a thing! On a rifle it may make some sense. We have always been pleased
by the cartridge counter on the receiver on the early models of the Savage 99
rifle, though I have never heard anyone tell me that he put it to practical
use in the field. The rifle and the pistol are conceptually different
instruments, but in either case it is well to remember that if you shoot
carefully you will never run dry. (If you were actually attempting to repel
boarders in the form of hoards of knife-wielding Malay pirates, I imagine you
would run dry anyway, with or without your cartridge counter.)
Have you noticed that this weird group calling itself "People for the Ethical
Treatment of Animals" (PETA) is now agitating for a ban on the use of baboon
marrow transplants into people? Whether such transplants are successful or
not I cannot say, but I have observed baboons at some length and I can assure
all and sundry that ethics are not their strong point.
We learn from the Clinton administration that there is now a move afoot in the
United Nations to ban all international traffic in smallarms. This turns out
to be a Japanese idea whose time, God help us, has not yet come, but Bill and
Hillary are all for it. It can be said a fanatic is defined as one who
doubles his efforts after he has lost sight of his goals. Examples will occur
to you.
We are pleased to announce that both Dan Predovich and Finn Aagaard earned
their ScharfschAtzenab-zeichen at the just concluded rifle school at
Whittington. Congratulations! That antique emblem featuring the hawk's
eye peering through the bushes is not common, and in view of current
operations it has become even less so. If you see a man wearing that badge,
take note - he can really shoot.
We read of an interesting case up in Salt Lake in which an armed robber was
killed in attempting his crime, after having stabbed his intended victim who
ran him down with a van as he ran.
Now it appears that "the authorities" are attempting to pin something on the
victim, on the grounds that while one is entitled to defend himself, he is not
entitled to retaliate. This view point, while widely held, strikes a very
sour note with those of us who were raised to revere the dignity of the common
man. Following this reasoning, if a goblin walks up to you in a mall, sticks
you with a stiletto and then flees, you are supposed to burst into tears and
call the police. This seems to me a poor idea.
I call your attention to the book "No Duty To Retreat" by Richard Maxwell
Brown, published by the University of Oklahoma Press in 1991. In this work
the author explores the legal basis for the idea of retaliation, and he
concludes that both historically and legally the idea that one should retreat
from violence, rather than take preventive action, has no basis in fact. This
does not end the argument by any means, as in today's climate of opinion
certain social workers seem hell-bent to protect the perpetrator from his
prey. The book, however, provides excellent ammunition for those of us who
feel that a man is not a rabbit.
It is interesting to note that in South Africa at this time lethal force may
be used by the victim of a crime if it is necessary to save his life - or if
it is necessary to prevent the escape of the perpetrator. There it is held
that a citizen is duty bound to arrest the perpetrator of a violent felony
committed in his presence. It must be established that the victim was
actually endeavoring to make an arrest. This is most easily accomplished by
shouting "You are under arrest. Stop!" at the top of your voice. Since it
has been proven that the only thing a violent criminal has to fear is his
victim, it would certainly seem that this South African procedure has much
merit.
Rifle Master John Pepper of Maryland offers a correction to our forthcoming
work "The Art of the Rifle," which I sent to him for review. John points out
that one does not look through a telescope sight, rather he looks at it. The
image of the target and the reticle is located within the tube, rather than
out in front of it. Good point John, and thanks very much!
While in Pretoria Colonel Ancker and I had the opportunity to examine the new
Vektor compact service pistol. It has very nice lines and it feels good in
the hand, but the trigger on the one we examined was disastrous, and, after
all, the piece is still only a 9. One looks long and hard at new technical
developments before one finds one that truly answers a manifest need.
The machinations of the liability lawyers have done grievous harm to the
American industrial capacity. The notion is that if a customer does something
stupid and hurts himself with an instrument, the manufacturer of the
instrument owes him a whole lot of money. This means that you cannot find
proper steering in American high-performance streetable autos, and that it is
equally impossible to find an acceptable trigger in a currently manufactured
American rifle. You are not only most unlikely to find a good trigger in such
a piece, but you are forbidden by the manufacturer to improve it for fear of
invalidating the warranty. There are even some gunsmiths who will not do a
trigger job for you because of their fear of the ambulance chaser.
If you want a good rifle trigger out of the box you will have to look for it
overseas. As we have mentioned, the trigger on the Blaser is the peak
performer in the world at this time, but it is also true that Steyr Mannlicher
will put a trigger in a production gun which is so good that the shooter
really cannot ask for anything more.
In that connection we have great good news from Steyr Mannlicher regarding
progress on the Scout project. This is fully underway, and the component
stock, which we did not see last year in Austria, is now visible on various
prototypes. The Scoutscope is in position. The integral bipod looks good.
Stock length is adjustable. The spare magazine is contained in the stock.
The double-detent is featured in the magazine latch. The sling sockets
accommodate the Ching Sling, and the whole piece will make Scout weight, which
is 3 kilograms, unloaded but with sight in place.
I am pleading with the manufacturer to place the weapon before us in 1997, but
as of now the release date is '98.
This item, as now examined and photographed, is not just an improvement, but
rather a great leap forward. It should constitute the practical rifle of the
21st century.
I have sometimes remarked that while I am willing to admit that a muzzle brake
does reduce recoil, I still do not know the theory behind the structure. It
would seem to me that by the time anything has passed the muzzle the rearward
thrust of the weapon would already has been fully delivered. Apparently this
hypothesis is not right, since we see a variety of muzzle brakes on both field
artillery pieces and tank guns which would not be installed merely for
fashion's sake. We were told in Pretoria that the muzzle brake on the G6
self-propelled gun, which is the pride of the South African arms industry,
reduces recoil by as much as a third, and recently a correspondent wrote
explaining to me that I did not understand about rocket propulsion in this
regard. This is true. I do not understand, but I am certainly willing to
learn.
I note that the mighty 120 smooth-bore gun of the Abrams tank has no muzzle
brake, but then a smooth-bore weapon recoils distinctly less than a rifled
piece of the same power. One of these days we will have to set up a lecture
program at one of the gun shows on this subject of recoil reduction.
Our man in England kindly provides us with "The Week," an excellent periodical
on the current scene. From it we pass on the following observation on the
state of the British military establishment: "The navy is overrun with
officers trying to be gentlemen, the army with gentlemen trying to be
officers, and the R.A.F. with neither trying to be both."
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Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 4, No. 7 June, 1996
Summer is Icumen In
June is busting out all over - as the song has it. May we now look forward
to "a summer of roses and wine" - or is such an idea repulsive to the
Puritans among us? The thing about summer is that it is usually too hot for
comfort, a fact that bothers some people more than others. Excessive heat
does indeed discourage trips to the range and hikes back and forth to the
target area, but we must steel ourselves to this and continue our shooting
practice as conscientiously as we do in spring and fall. Shooting skill is
lost more quickly than we would like to admit, and unless you keep up your
practice you cannot expect to maintain your command of the situation. I find
this to be more true of the pistol than the rifle, but this may be because
bench rest precision is a talent of a lower order than rifle snap or a par
Presidente. Be that as it may, try not to let the heat of summer discourage
you. The "one-box-a-year" hunter may never aspire to the laurel wreath.
We were somewhat startled recently to see a "Springfield Scout" proclaimed on
the cover of the American Rifleman. We investigated immediately and found to
our relief that the piece referred to bore no resemblance either to the
production scout now about ready for release in Austria, or to daughter
Lindy's Springfield "pseudo-scout," which distinguished itself recently in
Africa. Certainly no one owns a copyright on the term "scout," but I do my
best to keep the concept consistent.
Those dismal people who make an issue of denying us our cultural heritage keep
right on trying to censor the literary classics of the ages. This attempt at
thought control, which was so forcefully repudiated by Thomas Jefferson as
"tyranny over the mind of man" seems most rampant in those very places where
freedom of thought should be held inviolate - specifically the groves of
academe.
In this connection I would like to propose the descriptive logo NPC for
"Not
Politically Correct." This trade mark could then be stamped upon almost
everything of value anyone of adequate liberal education should regard as
required reading. The list would include, for starters, the Old Testament,
the Koran, the Merchant of Venice, the Arthurian Legends, Huckleberry Finn,
Jock of the Bushveldt, Denatured Africa, Greenhills of Africa, many of the
works of Rudyard Kipling, most of Edgar Rice Burroughs, and (modestly) Another
Country - amongst many, many others. If we could bring ourselves to label
the good books of the world NPC, we might save a lot of wasted reading time.
As far as I can tell when someone is careful to be "politically correct" today
he talks like a fool.
I enjoy controversy, and I am annoyed by the fact that those who agree with me
are the ones who write to me personally, whereas those who wish to discredit
my preachings write to the editor of the magazine, in the possible hope that I
will not take on their arguments personally. Fortunately the editors usually
send the hostile communications right on to me, and I enjoy getting my teeth
into them. When I am wrong I wish to learn about it, as only thus can I
improve my awareness of the subject. On the other hand, when someone chooses
to denigrate me when I am in actuality right, it is rather fun to deflate his
hostile arguments with the rapier rather than with the axe.
In this line a correspondent recently complained to the magazine (not to me)
about my mention of the "shot-cock" system as a means of operating the
trigger-cocking pistol. This shot-cock system, in case you have not caught
the argument, is a firing stroke by which the shooter plants his first round
as quickly as he possibly can from the hammer-down position, cocking with the
trigger. He pays little attention to precise control of the shot, but
concentrates on getting it off as rapidly as possible so that he can place his
second shot from the cocked position - with accompanying precision. The
correspondent in this case claims that I must be out of my mind in that such a
procedure is an invitation to negligent discharge. In the first place it is
not, since the shooter fires his first shot in the general direction of his
adversary. It may actually hit, though it usually does not, but it is not a
negligent discharge. Certainly I do not teach this system, since I consider
it a sloppy answer to an unfortunate mechanical contrivance, but to deny that
it exists would be foolish. I have seen it work on the range, and I know of a
case where it was used on the street in Phoenix with decisive success. On the
range I once saw a student place second in the shoot off, though not once did
he hit his target with his first shot. I had not taught him this but he had
worked it out for himself, and I cannot condemn him for that.
Our critic goes on further to say that the thumb-cocking system, by means of
which the pistol is cocked with the left thumb as it comes up on target, is
technically unworkable. In class work I always permit any student who is
stuck with a trigger-cocking pistol either to thumb-cock or to use the
crunch-tick system, whichever seems best to him. Thumb-cocking wins almost
every time.
It seems that my correspondent is operating from an unsound base, not having
had the experience to see what works in practice, but rather worrying
primarily about the deadly danger of negligent discharge. I have taught
thousands of pistol shooters, and I cannot remember the last time we had a
negligent discharge on the range.
Curiously enough, the hostility I detect expends itself in personal insult
rather than attention to the facts. One does not win arguments by casting
aspersions at one's opposition, but rather by careful presentation of the
pertinent facts, but then we do not teach debating skills in schools anymore,
as far as I know.
The question as to whether the 10-millimeter (40-caliber) pistol cartridge, in
any of its forms, is a satisfactory fight-stopper remains open. I have no
doubt that the original Ten, as made up and loaded for the Bren Ten, had all
the necessary attributes, firing as it did a 40-caliber, 200-grain, flat-point
projectile at upwards of 1,200 feet per second. The "Attenuated Tens," as now
loaded and sold, are way short of this, but I suspect that they are still
quite a bit ahead of the Parabellum cartridge. Time will tell.
"Environmentalists do not want to live in or work with nature, they want to
manage it from a distance."
Chilton Williamson in Chronicles
By now seven correspondents have informed me about the theoretical operation
of the muzzle-brake, and I thank all of them profusely. I wrote that I knew
muzzle-brakes worked, but I did not know how, because the rearward impetus
applied to the firearm must be completely exerted by the time the projectile
leaves the muzzle, and therefore cannot be reduced by anything forward of the
muzzle. The crux of this matter, as it turns out, is time. The rearward
impetus applied to the firearm is indeed initiated before any sort of
muzzle-brake can take effect, but time is necessary for the rearward impetus
to be transmitted into motion. Recoil effect is produced by the rearward
velocity of the weapon, and that velocity does not have time to build up
before the forward impetus of the muzzle-brake takes hold. Upon discharge the
weapon starts to the rear, but before it can really get started it is pulled
quickly forward by the muzzle-brake. Thus it is.
Still, one gets nothing free. The drawback of the muzzle-brake is apparent
blast as the propelling gases are deflected sidewise, and in some cases
rearward toward the shooter. Whether a novice shooter is inclined to flinch
more from recoil than from blast is a matter of the individual. I prefer to
leave muzzle-brakes off the weapon unless they are definitely needed, and that
need can only be really determined by the shooter himself.
We left the "Co-pilot", which is an 18-inch 45-70 with a muzzle-brake, with
Danie van Graan in Africa. In firing it I did not notice a disturbing blast,
but I did notice that the weapon recoiled somewhat less than I anticipated.
In chronographing, Danie discovered a very interesting thing. It appears that
his 18-inch 45-70 was starting 400-grain bullets about 60 f/s faster than his
24-inch 45-70, which he has been using as a lion stopper for a long time. It
does not seem possible that this could be a chronograph error since the
comparison between the two weapons was done with the same machine, nor does it
seem possible that the muzzle-brake itself would increase velocity. Danie's
gun profits by the very latest in manufacturing technology, and it is possible
that the barrel in the "Co-pilot" is a little smoother than that in his old
gun, though this does seem unlikely. Fred Wells of Prescott is of the opinion
that what we have here is bore friction, and that for each loading there is a
barrel length which utilizes the power of the load most efficiently. Beyond
this critical length the bullet is exerting drag on the rifling, thus reducing
its initial velocity. This could indeed be the case. What is most
interesting is that Danie has not only not lost any velocity in his
short-barreled gun, but with his loadings he has gained a bit.
Who'd a thunk it!
Note that laser pointers for pistols are now verboten in Germany. That
certainly should solve the crime problem!
As you know, the British subject is effectively forbidden the use of firearms
in defense of his life. So now we read in the English press of one retired
army officer who overcame this problem by repelling boarders with his sword.
When three goblins broke into his house with knives, he produced his
regimental sabre and gave battle. He ran those birds out of his house and
well down the street, though the account does not say that he damaged any of
them severely. Swordsmanship is effectively a lost art, but I doubt if the
world's miscreants are fully aware of that.
Our man in Australia informs us that the Australian parliament has decided to
banish all self-loading smallarms and all "military calibers." Prospective
legislation also forbids the presence of minors on any shooting range and sets
up a federal "gun police" organization to execute the disarmament of the
Australian people.
Just how far this legislation has progressed we are not sure, but apparently
this semi-auto ban has passed.
Do you suppose that the dubious social heritage of the Australian people has
brought about this situation? When one considers that the previous prime
minister was presented with a grandchild permanently addicted to heroin, we
might lend support to this theory. Let us remember that "an armed society is
a polite society" and a disarmed society is a rude society, as the history of
the 20th century forcefully emphasizes.
"Better a 4-inch rifle with a fine trigger than a 1-inch rifle with a bad
one."
The Guru
I take this opportunity to make known to all that the rifle match scheduled at
Whittington Shooting Center must not be referred to as a "Jeff Cooper
Bolt-Action Contest," despite advanced notice to the contrary. From the
beginning I have utilized whatever influence I may possess to avoid
categorizing marksmanship contests by action type, despite considerable
pressure to do so. No match of which I approve will ever separate contestants
by the action of the weapons they use, and in no case should mechanics be
allowed to take precedence over marksmanship. The match will be held as
scheduled, and I will present the Guru's Gold to the winner, but it will not
be a "bolt-action" contest.
Those of you who are interested in rifle competition should note that one
Harald Slemwag of Norway recently shot the first recorded possible (600x600)
on the international rifle course. This involves 20 shots prone, slow-fire,
at an x-ring 100 millimeters (about 4 inches) in diameter, at 300 meters
(about 330 yards). We should note that this is not a bench rest record, but
fired from the prone position, unsupported.
Note that piracy is up, worldwide. In this spineless age, in which the aim of
the majority seems to be to produce a culture of spiritual eunuchs, this is
not to be wondered at. When you are out of sight of land in your personal
vessel you certainly should be prepared and ready to protect yourself against
felonious attack, day or night, but if you try to prepare yourself for this
you will provoke unwelcome attention from almost any coast guard service in
the world. (A sword is not much use under these circumstances.)
Is it not annoying that in the Age of the Wimp the adjective macho, and its
accompanying noun machismo, have come to be regarded as derogatory? There is
no exact translation into English of this Spanish term, but it signifies a
combination of dignity, elan vital, courage and "copability." An example that
comes to mind is that of Rene Barrientos, who was at the time president of
Bolivia. It appears that a political scandal arose when a couple of military
aviators died when their parachutes failed to open. It was adduced by the
political opposition that Barrientos was profiteering off of second rate
parachutes discarded by the U.S.
Rather than arguing the point, the president decreed a press conference at
dawn the following morning. He arrived promptly, dressed in full flying gear,
and told the assembled reporters to pick out a spokesman. When this was done
the president escorted the spokesman to the storehouse in which all parachutes
were stored and had him pick out any one at random. When this was done the
president donned the parachute and climbed aboard a two-seater jet fighter
plane, piloting it himself. He circled the field, and when ready, rolled on
his back and bailed out. In the parachute he guided himself to a stand-up
landing in front of the press corps, whereupon he shrugged out of his harness
and said, "Now, let's everybody get back to work."
That was macho. Don't put it down.
"Without freedom there will be no firearms among the people; without firearms
among the people there will not long be freedom. Certainly there are examples
of countries where the people remain relatively free after the people have
been disarmed, but there are no examples of a totalitarian state being created
or existing where the people have personal arms."
Neal Knox
Family member and Orange Gunsite rangemaster Dave Harris reports a personal
contact from up in northern California. He handled it perfectly, and he
attributes this to his thorough indoctrination in the combat mind-set. On
conclusion he was asked by his fellow police officers if he did not feel shock
and distress after having disposed of a goblin. His answer was, of course,
"Certainly not. I feel fine. How about you?"
But there are people who still push this "post operational trauma"
foolishness, and far too many of them are in the police service. As we have
sometimes said, "There is nothing wrong with winning a fight. There is a
great deal wrong with losing one."
For many years we have been taught and believed that any sort of "take-down"
system was to be avoided as injurious to practical accuracy. Perhaps times
have changed, or perhaps the thesis was never fully correct, but we have used
two take-down rifles recently which suggest that we may have been wrong all
these years. Riflemaster John Gannaway recently ran a full test on the Blaser
R93 rifle, which comes neatly apart for shipment. It is an astonishingly
accurate rifle, and it loses no accuracy whatever by being dismantled and
reassembled.
This matter may also affect our view on detachable telescope sights, which in
the past have not proved satisfactory. It is possible that modern technology
and modern metallurgy have changed this, and while we still think it a poor
idea to take the telescope off a rifle without re-zeroing, we will have to
study this matter more fully.
There still exists a certain amount of ignorance about the use of the rifle
sling as a shooting aid. Evidently many shooters simply do not know how to
use it, and the accessory suppliers are no help. Under the right
circumstances, the shooting sling increases hit probability as much as a
third. In well over half a century of field riflery I have used the loop to
secure over half my kills. That is just one man's experience, but it should
not be ignored.
A good many of the unenlightened feel that the shooting sling is too slow into
operation, apparently never having practiced its quick acquisition. The
military loop sling can be locked on in five seconds - the speed slings (C.W.
and Ching) in about one. Clearly the shooting sling is of no value in the
offhand position, nor from a rest, but in the tundra or the desert it comes on
strongly - and often in orchard bush. (I once decked a running buffalo with
Baby, shooting from "jackass prone" and using the Ching Sling. This was the
longest buffalo shot I know of - 175 paces.)
Modern flush sockets, used with the hammerhead attachments, make a speed sling
instantly ready to mount or to remove. "Don't leave home without it."
Lest we forget it on Memorial Day, the murderers of Nicole Simpson, Vince
Foster, and Vicki Weaver still walk free - without risk or stigma. All we
get from the media on this subject is a big yawn.
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Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 4, No. 8 July, 1996
The Glorious Fourth
As we look forward to our celebration of our 220th birthday, it is interesting
to consider how much we may have achieved in the search for the optimum
balance of order and liberty, which the Founding Fathers sketched out for us.
Certainly, in terms of physical well-being, we have surpassed any political
achievement in history, but whether we have made much progress in our
search for personal liberty remains an open question. We can still vote, but
sometimes one wonders whether that is enough. No king or emperor from
the past ever attempted to heckle, harass and regulate the personal behavior
of his subjects the way our bureaucracy does now. On top of the millions of
authorized busybodies on the public payroll, we now have seen erected a
sort of informal "thought police" which makes a joke of the idea of free
speech. Only those who do not hold jobs may now speak their minds
without fear of administrative punishment. It was Socrates who was put to
death (gently) for speaking too freely in ancient Greece. We have not yet
begun to execute the politically incorrect, but the example of Marge Schott
certainly gives us cause for alarm.
So let us by all means celebrate our nation's Independence Day (without
privately operated fireworks, of course), but while we take pleasure in what
we have achieved, we must not forget what we have lost. The handwriting
is certainly on the wall. Let us take heed!
Family member Barrett Tillman tells us that he recently caught a segment on
the tube portraying girl soldiers undergoing bayonet training. We had been
told that obscenity on television was growing out of control, but we did not
realize that it h