Marksman humbled

Its been a while since I have written anything on TAG. Mostly this hiatus has been forced by being busy. Life intervenes sometimes, and as much as that doesn’t get blog posts written, it does get other things done. So this is my newest hunting story.

My wife is awesome. I have to begin this story by saying that. It is objectively true, and central to this story. I booked a few extra days off work so that I could get some time for hunting, and this year we were going to do the thing we had talked about for years. My wife and I were actually going hunting together! This may not sound like much to you, but we have 5 children under the age of 8, and finding a babysitter is no small feat. Seven years ago we went for a hunt and had not done so together since.

We set out for our hunting spot in the afternoon, having dropped off the four older children with Grandma. (Thanks, Grandma!) Our plan was to scout Friday evening, spend the evening with friends and then hunt Saturday.

Hunting with your lover is high romance, let me tell you. Nothing says “I love you” like an elk call and the smell of gunpowder. I highly recommend hunting with your wife.

The happy hunting couple

And there we be. The white bump in front of my wife is the canvas cover on the ergo, which is a baby carrying device. In which sat our youngest son, Walter. As it turns out, he is the loudest baby in the forest.


If a baby cries in the forest, and no elk is there to hear it…

What a cute boy we have. Gush. His squeals even sound like an elk. To return to our tale, we drove out to a field we know elk inhabit, and walked off the field down an adjacent pipeline. Elk routinely cross this pipeline to get to the field. We stood in the hollow of an overturned tree trunk, called elk and waited. Nothing came. Walter called for elk too. And then for bed…

Between the noise he made, and the oncoming end of legal shooting light we decided to pack it in and try again the next day.  We strolled hand in hand back to our truck. It was fantastic and sweet. The sun set to the east, the wind gently swayed the bare, brown trees. Mud squished underfoot, the dead grass crunched.

We got to the truck and unlimbered our kit. I put my backpack and rifle in the truck. My wife handed me the boy and went to find some, er, cover. Nature calls. It is a well known trope in hunting lore that nature shows up when nature calls. I held my son. I looked up the field. The entire herd of Elk I had been looking for thundered over the top, running! They were moving from the top of the hill towards the back corner of the field, 800 yards from where I stood.

I had no option. Looking at my son I said “If you fall off the seat, your Mother will kill me!” Throwing him on the seat I grabbed my rifle and ran towards where the herd was beginning to disappear into the bush. Seeing all this, my wife finished her business post haste, scrambled to the truck while hitching up her britches, and caught Walter before he fell off the seat… whew. Just as she managed this athletic 30 yard scramble, our friend who owns the field in question, drove up.

While this transpired behind me I moved to what I estimated as 550 yards. Most of the herd had disappeared by this point. I saw a big bull, as big or bigger than the one I shot last year, leading the charge. There were a couple spike bulls as well. We were after a cow, and so I focused on one fat lady who stopped to graze at the edge of the field. She stood broadside to me.

My heart was pounding from the running. Shaking hands make for a curious oscillation in the scope reticle. I steadied myself on a hay bale, focused on calming my breathing, established my sight picture and held. When I thought myself to be steady enough, I held over for the distance and wind. The wind was very gentle, less than 5 mph. Then I pulled the trigger.

Nothing. The cow stood there, looked around and began to move. She was sort of startled, but not injured, panicked or in any sense ready to jump into my freezer.

I hate missing. So I worked the bolt on my rifle to reload. The gun jammed. Weirdly enough I had a double-feed. This is not a common issue in a bolt gun, but it happened. I knelt to clear the jam, reloaded my rifle and resumed my shooting position. The cow was gone. Missing is a soul-crushing, ego-smashing experience. I happen to be a rather humble fellow on account of how often it happens…

An ethical hunter always follows his shot and so I went looking for the blood trail, but there was none. There was no injured elk lying in the bush either. As I walked back to my truck my friend drove out to meet me. A grin spread across his face.

“What range did you think that cow was?” he asked.

“550 yards, give or take.” was my dejected reply.

The grin got measurably bigger.

“The distance from that hay bale to that cow was at least 650 yards, man.”

“No way..”

He confirmed this range with his laser range-finder. I badly underestimated how far I was shooting. The bullet plowed dirt and my cow sauntered away.

Better luck next time, bud.

Looking good, shooting somewhat worse…

I’m hard on eqipment…

Its been some time since I last posted anything here. I won’t regale ya’ll with the whole soap opera, but until very recently work was the pressing issue in my world. Now I have steady, good work. Thank you Jesus, and pass the beer.

Days off are meant for shooting.

happiness is a warm gun… on a cold day a warm gun is also a good way to avoid frostbite…

With this maxim in mind I snuck out of the house to the range. Sneaking a Mauser, range bag and lever gun out of the house are quite a feat. I don’t think I quite managed it properly. My 1-year old son was furiously yelling at me as I fled. He still hasn’t forgiven me for leaving him home with the ladies. Oh well. It’s a rough life son, a rough life.

The Mauser in question is one I have written on before. In short, it is a Czech made Mauser with k-98 furniture and likely war provenance. One thing I have never done with it to date is shoot it to more than 100 yds. My home range has up to 200 yd shooting, and today was the day.

Hey presto. My eyes aren’t terribly good, and neither is my shooting… If you look carefully you will see 13 holes in this target. I shot at it 19 times. I need more practice. To be sure, it was cold outside today. The temperature was -14 with -20 windchill, and I forgot my gloves. Blaming the weather for poor marksmanship is pretty lame, but I’m gonna do it any way.

I enjoy shooting this rifle, so I promise to get better with it… scouts honour…

The second rifle I shot today was my Mossberg 464 30-30. This is a very nice rifle. This gun has been a bit of a project gun for me. I’ve been monkeying around with the loads for this gun in particular. Back in September I bought a couple of molds and a lead melting pot. Later I picked up some wheel weights and cast some bullets. The pills I am pushing are 160g RN.

At first I was getting terrible accuracy. It was really bad. As in, 24-inch groups – at 25 yards…

When you encounter a problem such as this, the best thing to do is hit the internet up for help. I follow an online forum called Cast Boolets. There are a ton of experienced casters and shooters who contribute there. as it turns out, gas checks solved my problems. For those of you who don’t know, gas checks are little brass cups that you press onto the back of your bullet. Gas checks seal the chamber gases behind the bullet and prevent bullet deformation as it goes down the barrel.

I plan on writing more about lead casting when I get it figured out better. These cast bullets were shooting very well for me. And a little to the right.

as you can see, the head of the right screw sheared in half. what a killjoy…

While adjusting  the windage one of my windage screws broke. That’s not cool. A screw should not do that…

None of the gunshops in town have a screw I can buy to replace this one, and the dealer I bought the site from in Edmonton has a 30$ minimum order. So now I have to figure something out. I’ll try the hardware stores next and see what they have. Fun times.

The shooting sports are always interesting. You never know where a simple range day will take you.

All good hunting stories end at 4am…

This week I finally bagged an animal that has eluded me for the last five years. Things have been slow at work and so on Tuesday I went hunting. My normal hunting partner, my brother Steve, was unavailable on account of work. Thus I proceeded alone.

Up at 5am, on the cutline by 730. I range fairly far and wide in my normal hunting routine. If I see nothing by 11 or 12 I usually move and check other spots. This day was looking to be no different. I hunkered down on a cutline a couple of miles from a friends farm on crown land and waited. This friend will factor in later…

As is my custom, I walked into the pipeline and sat down about 200 yds in from the lease. And I waited… and cow called. And waited… and cow called. Such is elk hunting.

20161018_084343This was my view. Lovely. From where this picture is taken, the corner you see is about 500 yds away. At 9:45 I had determined to go find another hunting spot. Nothing was moving. A squirrel fight had just concluded in a tree opposite. I’ve become a bit cynical regarding the existence of elk. For some time I did not believe in them. Like doubting Thomas, I require sensory proof of such a thing. Others may have claimed to shoot elk, but they are charlatans, liars, delusional.

Then “it” happened. I experienced my conversion. Before I moved out to go find a new spot, I looked up and down the pipeline. That’s a good habit to cultivate.

Way down at the bend in the pipeline a tree moved. A tree that had an elk attached to the bottom of it moved! This is the point where I realized elk do exist, and that I wanted this one very badly. I did a rough yard estimation using the reticle of my scope. A 500 yd shot is a little out of my class. I ain’t that good. Not yet.

I needed to close the range, fast. This is when the heart attack almost happened. I ran as fast as my little feet could go about 100 yds towards the bull. Running through muskeg is a good way to wind yourself. It also alerts the animal to your presence. This bull saw me. He watched me wheeze towards him. He didn’t move.

Elk are skittish as all get out. This guy puzzles me still. He likely always will. The main problem with running through muskeg that every hunter experiences is the fact that at the end of a sprint you cannot get a good sight picture. I was shaking so badly that could not shoot. And yet that danged elk just watched me!

Judging the distance at 400 yds I resolved to shoot him as soon as I could get everything to stop shaking. At precisely this point he determined that I was up to no good, and that he should leave. I squeezed off the shot just as he turned to go.

I knew that I had missed, and that he was long gone. There is something soul crushing and humiliating about missing. The ego takes a terrible bruising every hunting season. A man spends all year dreaming, telling tall tales, stoking his ego for the hunt. A miss wreaks everything.

Honest hunting requires that a man at least look and see if he hit the animal. An honorable man does not let some bleeding animal wander off to die in agony. We pride ourselves on ethical kills, cleanly and fairly taken. So I trudged up to the spot to look.

Lo! Blood! How in the (insert favorite cuss here) did I hit that thing??? There was a small amount of bright red blood on the snow. The chase was on.

South of the pipeline where I was hunting grows a most tangled and dense version of trackless muskeg. The elk went there. Eeek.

I followed.

Several years before I lost an animal in this area. They’ve got nerve going down there, I tell ya. It ain’t right or fair that they do that.

Tracking in snow is easy, so I followed as fast as I could move. He moved about 80 yards south and 100 or so yards west. His main goal was clearly the swamp south and west of were I shot him. Poor guy, he never made it.

When I found him he was lying down, and did not look too motivated either. I had not seen much blood and so I feared he would bolt. He did try to get up and so I plugged him for good measure. This is about the moment when I finally realised just how monstrous his rack really was.

Thar he be

Hunting is a backwards thing. You get the preparation, the practice, the thrill… and then instead of a nice cool slide into reminiscence – you get to gut, skin and quarter a 600 lbs animal and drag his sorry ass back to civilization. I must be a sucker for punishment.

Where he went down there was no way to get a quad in. From 10:30 till 3:30 I skinned, gutted and quartered this beast. Hoofing large hunks of meat through muskeg is a challenge for the fittest of us, and I am not the fittest of us… it nearly killed me.

I jest. Seriously. I need to do more push-ups and leg lunges. In deep snow and water. Wind sprints through dense thickets in rubber boots – while carrying one of my children – ought to be on the menu too.

I left the meat in the snow of the pipeline, which is always dangerous in Grizzly country, and drove to my friends house to borrow a quad. He had just left, so his son helped me get it and off I went.

I got to the pipeline with the quad. I even got on the pipeline with the quad. I did not get very far on the pipeline, however. This year we have got lots of rain. The ground is saturated, and then we got a pile of snow. What this means for our story is that there was no frost. Soft muskeggy ground gets quads stuck. I used the quad winch without a break from 5pm to 7:30. By 7:30 my fried, Lowell, got a bit worried and came to find me. We got the quad out the last little bit, and then back to his place.

In the getting the carcass out we kinda got it muddy. I finally dragged my sorry, wet and cold, but very satisfied self home. The wife was impressed. The kids were impressed. My mother-in-law (who was over for dinner) was impressed. I was ready for showers and bed. My wife and mother-in-law insisted on cleaning the meat immediately (which is the proper thing to do) and set about doing it right away. They basically relegated me to sharpening their knives, which was great for me. I was tired!

We had the meat hung by 4am, and I was back in bed by 430.

What a fine day! The freezer is full, the trophy is off to get bleached and mounted, the hunt was good.


I really wish to thank Lowell Davis for his help in retrieving this elk. He runs an outfitting/guiding business based from his property. Check him out at

Many thanks are due also to my wife, for all sorts of things, but especially for indulging my big-game addiction, and to my mother-in-law. Enthusiastic help at 4am is rare.




A Hale and Hearty Fellow

I recently acquired an elegant old Parker Hale chambered in .308. Its the Safari model, with an old Redfield 4×12, and I already love her.

20160625_161728And here she is. What a gorgeous piece of English rifle making.

Originally Parker Hale was founded when two gentlemen, A.G. Parker and Alfred Hale, formed a partnership in 1910 to manufacture firearms and accessories. The company was quite busy during both wars, as one may imagine. Unfortunately the company folded in 1992. As far as I can tell, the folding of the company was due to an inability to compete with bigger manufactures, not due to any qualitative reason in the product itself.

The particular gun I have was manufactured sometime in the ’70s. Precisely dating a Parker isn’t my forte, so to speak.

My Father-in-law and I went out shooting over the weekend and I brought this gun along. Several things stood out in my mind about her.

I have never before owned a rifle with such a fine, light, sweet trigger as this has. Some gun bloggers throw clichés like ‘breaks like glass’ at their poor readers until some poor soul begs for a reprieve. I am not one such boor, but it does break like glass. Er… whatever, man.

This trigger has just enough creep to remind you that triggers have that, but not enough to remind you of your prom. When the trigger passes the threshold from firing to fired, you barely feel anything. Except recoil. Being a .308, the recoil isn’t much. If you are accustomed to booming magnums, then the felt recoil from this rifle is more like feathers than bricks.

Mounted atop this fine example of ballistic art sits an old Redfield scope. In its day it was a very good scope. In todays day… I need a new scope for it. The scope works, mind you. Having used newer Vortex and Nikon scopes quite a bit I found that the Redfield doesn’t let in as much light, tends to lose focus, and is generally less comfortable on the eye. It isn’t horrible, but I do want to update it.

As for the shoot, I twice placed 3 rounds in a 1/2″ area at 100 yds, once kneeling, once prone. This gun is awesome. I shot both those groups with steel cased Barnaul junk. Ejecting the steel cases required rather more force than the brass cases, so be careful in buying that stuff. I plan on sticking to brass from here on out with this gun.

To sum, this is a fine rifle. I am happy to have it, and I plan on hunting with it in the near future.


A mauser in the hand is worth more than two in the bush

This rifle is pretty sweet. Czech it out...
This rifle is pretty sweet. Czech it out…

I finally did it. I bought a Mauser! The VZ 24 is one sweet piece of Mauser history. Many consider this rifle to be one of the finest Mausers ever made, and I can certainly see why. A friend hooked me up with the seller, and once I picked it up I could not set it down. He had a couple of other Mausers for sale, including a Portuguese contract Mauser with matching bayonet, but this little gem had to be mine. What follows is a brief write-up, touching on the history and suchlike.

In 1924 the Czech Army adopted the VZ 24 as their battle rifle. It is essentially a Mauser K-98. Pretty near everything in this rifle is k-98.

Not the original bolt
Not the original bolt

The bolt I have isn’t matching, by the bye. Originally the bolt would have been a straight bolt, not bent. In fact, this whole rifle looks kinda funny, if you know what you are looking at. The VZ series of rifle did not use a k-98 sling. This stock is clearly a k-98 stock. It is a puzzle. A crest usually adorns the receiver above the chamber, but this has been ground off. What is this gun?

mauserbookBetween a bit of help from Google and my cousin loaning me the book on Mauser rifles, I think I have it figured out.

As we well remember, the Germans invaded Czechoslovakia in 1938. After that was done, the Germans pressed the Czech arms industry into service. The Brno factory had originally bought all its tooling and equipment from Mauser in 1919. All the rifles made by Brno were basically well-made Mausers. It made sense for the Germans to do this, and they did.

My rifle is an odd duck. It was made in 1924, if I read the date stamp correctly. It is a very early VZ 24. At some point the stock and bolt were switched out for newer parts, either due to wear and tear, or just because somebody had the parts around and thought this would be a great idea.

When I took the bolt apart and the stock off I found Waffenampts on the bolt behind the handle and on the underside of the barrel. It seems that the bolt at least came straight out of a k-98, and that the barrel was proofed for service in the German Army. It is a bit exciting finding definite proof (no pun to see here folks) of war provenance. So far as I can tell, the bolt was proofed in Leipzig. WaA 22 is the stamp on the bolt. I don’t know how a part made in 1938-9 made it on a gun made in 1924, and in two different countries, but hey. This is cool.

The whole things is very interesting. Then we get to shooting it. VZ Mausers rightly have a good reputation. I have bad eyes and I still print nicely at 100 yds with this rifle. The recoil of an 8×57 round is similar to the Lee Enfield, except that it kicks straight back into the shoulder, unlike the Enfield, which has a distinct rise to its kick. All told, it is a comfortable and pleasant rifle to shoot. If you want ammo for an 8mm Mauser you will need to reload. This stuff is hard to come by. Twenty rounds can put a guy back as much as sixty bucks! In a later post we will discuss reloading for this rifle.

The end of the road

At the end of every road comes… the end of the road. For 100 years, to the year, Lee Enfield #2438 Mk 1 III was in better than serviceable condition. Yet, I am a reloader who likes to economize on things like brass. Blown out shoulders can be fixed, old guns can be rebuilt.

The Old Lady needed better care than I could give her. I broke down and sold my very first rifle to a collector who rebuilds Enfields to their former glory. A part of me is sad to see her go, but having gone I am glad for her. Then I saw the pictures…old lady

This fellow has done well by my old Enfield. Thank you sir.

The Future Force

The Department of Defence has recently opened a public consultation for Canadians who wish to have a say in the development of future defence policy. What follows is my meager offering. The link to their site is found here. I encourage anyone who is interested to comment. This is a rare chance to speak truth to power.


THE FUTURE FORCE: A Response from a Concerned Citizen


To the Hon. Mr. Sanjjan,

I wish to begin by thanking you for this opportunity to participate in a public consultation. Public consultation is the hall mark of a modern democracy, after all. Yet I am writing not only to answer the questions posed by the Defence Policy Review paper, but to raise other questions as well.

Asking Canadians for input into Defence Policy is sound in principle, but why was this not a plank of the election platform? A robust, public and frank debate is good. Elections are for that kind of thing. It seems somewhat duplicitous to have a public consultation so soon after an election where the whole issue was ignored by the Liberal party, which now holds the government. In public life, optics matter.

The second point in this preamble that I wish to raise is one of fundamental leadership. In the Bible we are warned “Where there is no guidance, a people falls” (Proverbs 11:14) If a consultation is required so soon after a general election, does this not show that there is no fundamental strategic vision? You sir are the man who holds the office. You are the Minister of Defence. Do you not know what is the need of the hour? I hope that you do posses the vision that these days require of you. Neville Chamberlain was a fine man too, but he was the wrong man for his day.  

I ask that second question in the hope that this consultation is not the result of not knowing what to do, but is an attempt to get the pulse of the nation. As such, consultations are fine things, so long as the right course is set and maintained, and so long as too many cooks don’t spoil the soup.

Before turning to the nuts and bolts of each of the questions I must tell you that I am no military man. I have only a civilians’ interest in war. That is, to avoid being in one, and barring that, to have got the best military possible to ensure a win.


1. Are there any threats to Canada’s security that are not being addressed adequately?

A. Yes. There are two main threats to Canada’s security. Islamic Terrorism and Russia. Neither is being taken seriously by our leadership, in marked contrast to the previous administration. When our Prime Minister and cabinet members go on the record stating that ‘climate change causes terrorism’ all good Canadians lose their minds. Hot weather does not produce terrorism. I point to the IRA as an example of terrorism in a colder latitude, and to the domestic peace found in hot places like Australia. When our leaders say such horrendous things we all lose faith in their ability to lead.

The Russians love chess. Putin fancies himself a master of political chess. He has absorbed the Clausewitzian principle that war is a real political instrument. The Americans have completely misread him, and at every turn he has met with political success. In the Crimea his objective was to secure the naval base at Sevastopol, which in turn is needed to maintain his Black Sea fleet. That fleet is required to keep Turkey humble, the Dardanelles open, Syria resupplied, and a Russian surface fleet presence in the Mediterranean. These are all Russian strategic aims that date back to Peter the Great.

Russian oil and gas deals with China are used to unwind energy commitments in Europe, which are threatened by Canadian free-trade agreements. These energy deals with China will presage greater Pacific Ocean activity by both Russia and China.

The threat to our Artic sovereignty is real and imminent. Artic sovereignty concerns more than a mere sea route that opens up in the summer. The real issues are energy and pride. If we cannot control our own north, we lose face. To lose face in this kind of way is deadly, as public humiliation at the hands of another Power only invite beatings at every turn. Deterrence requires overwhelming force.    

Russia knows as well as we that our northern littoral frontiers contain a nearly inexhaustible supply of oil and natural gas. They also know that they cannot hope to obtain it for themselves. In the event of conflict, they know that they do not have the ability to take this valuable resource from us. To meet their strategic aims they only need deny its use to us. In war they will attack and isolate our north. In peace time they will pay for environmental protest groups and lobby organisations to shut down our natural energy production. This is in fact what they are doing. Russian interference in our energy sector should be considered a primary security threat. Counter-espionage and target hardening should be key aims for our spy organisations. Russian aims must be thwarted.

Russian domestic trouble will not be the undoing of Putin’s policy. He knows his people survived Stalingrad. He also knows Stalin survived Stalingrad. No domestic calamity will save us from the Russian Imperial Renaissance. Only by securing ourselves in the strength of our arms can we hope to deter Russian aggression. If that deterrence is insufficient to secure us peace, it will not be enough to win us a war either.     

 2. What roles should the Canadian Armed Forces play domestically, including in support of civilian authorities?

A. The Canadian Armed Forces should recruit more. Other than that, any domestic action is reprehensible to the minds of a free people. The Army is for our defence, not against us.

 3. How should Canada-United States cooperation on defence of North America evolve in the coming years?

A. Co-operation with America is required by our geographic proximity and cultural similarity. That said, we should shoulder our own load. The Americans must be brought to respect the professionalism and war-spirit of our troops. Aggressive, warlike attitudes should be cultivated by all ranks. We may be a junior partner in any coalition, but we must be respected and must always maintain the command and control of all our own troops and formations. This is especially so regarding the defence of our own frontiers. The reputation that our fighting men have in America is of vital importance to the maintenance of our freedom. If we cannot defend our own frontiers, what is to prevent the Americans from doing it for us in some future year? If they assume our defence, they will surely want control over our foreign policy and a share in our tax revenue. Annexation and the loss of sovereignty immediately follow this progression.   

4. What form should the CAF contribution to peace support operations take? Is there a role for the CAF in helping to prevent conflict before it occurs?

A. We support peace by winning wars. Standing between hostile domestic mobs wearing blue hats does not lend itself to the character of a proud and powerful nation like ourselves. Our forces should not be deployed in peace-keeping operations. Maintaining stand-offs is no way to train an Army for war.

As for conflict prevention, this is the job of diplomats, not the Army. Clearly, the military is the wrong instrument for preventing a war. It is the instrument of winning a war.

5. Should the size, structure, and composition for the Canadian Armed Forces change from what they are today?

A. The size of the CAF should change. So far as an outsider can tell, the composition and structure seem to be of adequate nature.

Every service needs to be enlarged, in men and material. The reserves are particularly key to the future effectiveness of the Armed Forces. The CAF is designed to bulk up in time of need by drawing the trained reserves into the regular force. The regulars form the nucleus, and the reserves are called up as needed.

This is fine in theory, but there are no reserve units based in smaller population centers. The reserves draw unevenly from the general population as most units as based in places like Edmonton, Montreal, etc. This means that men living in remoter locations like northern Alberta, BC or Saskatchewan have no opportunity to serve. Where there is no public presence of a Reserve unit, recruiting will be down. Also, the prestige of the CAF will not be enhanced in places that many good men may be drawn from. If Reserve Units could be based in communities of populations ranging from 100,000-50,000 I believe the return for investment would be surprisingly good. Many of our most fervent patriots live in smaller towns.

In case of a major war, we do not currently have sufficient reserves to draw on to maintain an expeditionary force that is required to fight major actions, while sustaining casualties.   

6. How can DND and the CAF improve the way they support the health and wellness of military members? In what areas should more be done?

A. After we got into the Afghan war we suddenly realized we did not have the institutions that are needed to care for wounded vets. That infrastructure needs to be built. A good look at the American VA system may be of some help. American vets get some of the best treatment that has ever been afforded to wounded warriors in history.

Much media attention has been given to PTSD, and that is good. Aside from clinical treatments, much of the emotional and mental strain of PTSD can be relieved by our honouring our veterans, giving out awards that are deserved, and treating these men as men, not as mental cases. The Victoria Cross should be awarded. There are deserving men who fought in Afghanistan. Publicise their stories, and award them.

 7. Should Canada strive to maintain military capability across the full spectrum of operations? Are there specific niche areas of capability in which Canada should specialize?

A. Canada cannot afford to have a military that has capability gaps that an enemy can exploit at the Strategic, Operational or Tactical levels of combat. We should consider Victory to be our specialised niche.

 8. What type of investments should Canada make in space, cyber, and unmanned systems? To what extent should Canada strive to keep pace and be interoperable with key allies in these domains?

A. The first act of any major power in the next war will be a two-pronged attack on space and cyber-space assets. The control of information, and its’ secure communication to our Forces and Allies is going to be the key to our success or defeat. We cannot afford to lose the integrity of our information gathering systems or communication apparatus’. As for the DND, a commitment must be made to win in this new type of theater at the Strategic, Operational and Tactical levels.  

 9. What additional measures could DND undertake, along with partner departments, to improve defence procurement?

A. Stop buying American garbage. We have specific force requirements that are tailored to our specific needs. The Americans over price everything, and always give second rate equipment.

We need to encourage a complete and native defence manufacturing industry in Canada. Canadian private enterprise can, if unshackled from nonsensical legal restraints, provide all the equipment that our fighting men require. This is what we need to win the next war, secure our interests, and protect our peace.


Files are not for windage adjustment

I mentioned in a previous post here how a previous owner of my Carcano had made a windage adjustment to the front sight blade by means of a file. That blade is driftable. No need for files. At any rate, the POA at 50 yds is off the POI by about 12″.

This blade is next to useless. Grrr
This blade is next to useless. Grrr

If you own a rare military rifle from WW II, please don’t do this to it.

I could try to drift the sight over to compensate, but it is clear that the blade has been filed down beyond where it ought to be. Too much material has been removed and I think its time to get a new one made.

Now I don’t have machine tools sufficient to fabricate my own blade, but my cousin does. So the old sight and a new drawing are in the mail off to him. Hopefully he can do something with it all and I can have a good foresight again.

The internet is a useful tool when it comes to research. However, I have been unable to locate specs on the foresight itself, or a replacement part, for this rifle. This poses a challenge for us in that the Carcano does not use a standard sight picture. The blade and the rear v-notch are not supposed to be in the normal alignment. Normal sight alignment means that the front post covers the target and is centered in the rear sight. The top of the front post and the top of the rear v-notch are aligned as well. In most configurations this gives the shooter a 100yd POA.

Not so with the Carcano. As can be seen in the picture below, the Italian designers had a different idea, and when you get the logic of it, it is rather sensible.

Italians are weird. But we love them just the same...
Italians are weird. But we love them just the same…

In combat, a rifleman doesn’t always have the time to adjust his sights when aiming at targets between 100 and 300 meters. A method of fast target acquisition is needed, and it should be simple.

The solution found by the designers was to make the sights in such a way as to be able to use them unadjusted for shooting out to 300 meters. The rear sight ramp doesn’t even start until 600m. All the shooter needs to do is set the front blade in the bottom of the v-notch for 100 meters, and in the classic alignment for 300 meters. If the shooter (myself, in this case) understands this doctrine, accurate shooting should be relatively easy.

Because I cannot find the part for sale online, I am trying to get one made. Last night I sat down with calipers, paper and pencils. This is what resulted. Hopefully It works.

It may be rough, but all the required measurements are there... I hope.
It may be rough, but all the required measurements are there… I hope.

A rough drawing can be worse than no drawing at all… One of the key things will be to bring the height of the blade back to 0.441″ from 0.358″. If I need to file it down I can do that easily enough, but as far as I can tell, this is the height that it is supposed to be. With a square top I shall be able to get a decent sight picture and drift the dovetail as needed.

By the way, I used the ‘Sight Height Calculator’ on Brownells website to figure the height out. They feature a very handy calculator and I recommend it to anyone who may be interested. The calculator can be found here. For the rear sight height I put in the measurement to the bottom of the v-notch, as that is where the 100 meter zero is supposed to be on this gun. Hopefully all goes well and I will have a functioning gun soon.

I'm not a pro draughtsman, but I like to pretend
I’m not a pro draughtsman, but I like to pretend


Range day

Today I took three milsurps to the range for some fun. The weather was fine, the sun out, and everyone on the range were in high spirits. One fella brought out his young son to shoot his .243. Passing on the shooting culture and the practice of riflery is a fine thing for a man to do. Good on him!

In this post I will cover the Carcano shooting. The Mosin shoot will be discussed as the last installment of the Mosin build series, the latest post in that line can be found here. The Lee Enfield will also be in an upcoming post.

20160312_113145Here they are.

The Carcano is a Mannlicher designed rifle that was adopted by the Italian army in 1891. It fires a 6.5×52 cartridge. Originally the bullet was a 162g round-nose projectile moving along at a modest (but effective) 2500fps. I am particularly fond of this weird little carbine. En bloc clips are very cool. There are reasons why they have fallen out of favor with sportsmen and militaries alike, but they have a real “cool factor”.

To test the chrony and get a baseline I ran six rounds of factory Norma ammo. I was shocked by the results. The six-shot velocity average was 1840 fps! Norma prints on the box that these cartriges are loaded for 2500 fps, give or take.  Between you, me and the fence post, I think something is wrong with Norma’s loads. The chrony gave good readings all day, as such I do not think that the chrony was at fault.

20160312_105447When I ran my handloads through I got very normal velocities. I loaded 140g Berger VLDs with 38.5g of 8208 XBR. The six-shot spread averaged 2416 fps. Felt recoil was up from the Norma loads, but was still very pleasant.

Upon inspection I discovered clear but mild signs of overpressure. The bolt was a tad sticky to open and the primers all had some slight bulging. If I step that load back half a grain, to 38g, I believe the load will run fine.

As for accuracy… what to say. A previous owner of this rifle attempted to windage adjust the fore-sight, with a file! WTF!!!!

The blade has been filed to a point!!! What idiot does that to a rifle???

The effect of such “windage adjustment” is that the point of impact at 50yds is about 12″ right of the point of aim.

Terrible. Just terrible. If I cannot find a replacement, I will try to make this work. That front sight post is driftable. The whole thing is secured by means of a dovetail. No file needed! Sigh…

My next order of business is to fix that front post.