Cold Rendezvous Past (III)

In 2008 it snowed when we went to Cabela’s. That’s EJ (Engineering Johnson), Brownells‘ own Larry Weeks, and Derek of the Packing Rat.

The cold was one reason Mike moved the Rendezvous from Octoberrr up to September. I shot a FNC which was my baptism of full-auto. Freakin’ Amazing!

CORECTION: Later Say Uncle Linoge shot my CA legal AR – which I had neglected to properly lube and given the unexpectedly cold conditions it gave EJ fits when he tried it.

It seemed like everybody (BUT ME!?) shot Ricks’s .50BMG – that was a seriously loud Shottzenkaboomzer.

I also shot Chris’ mega-shotty with the Drive-Feinstein-Crazy Extra-Magazine – but I couldn’t tell where the pellets were going in that vast landscape…

And the drive back was brilliant.

My Hero, Evan Nappen

Can we get Evan Nappen to join us at the Gunblogger’s Rendezvous??  He’s my Hero.

From No Lawyers – Only Guns and Money we are absolutely delighted to learn an absolute travesty of Justice-System abuse has been righted, and “Even In New Jersey The Second Amendment Applies” (read it all at the link)

On Friday, the Appellate Division of the Superior Court in New Jersey overturned the trial court in a case involving the denial of a firearms permit and ordered the return of Justin Blasko’s firearms absent any new disqualifying events. They made their decision on Second Amendment grounds.

Mr Blasko’s troubles started when his apartment’s building superintendent entered to fix his air conditioner and saw “assault weapons” along with other stuff including a four foot alligator. The super called police and they entered the apartment, seized his firearms, and issued him a summons for the alligator, a snake, and a leg-hold trap. They also filed a complaint that he had an illegal assault weapon.

Blasko entered a Pre-Trial Intervention program and the charges were eventually all dismissed. Moreover, the state later acknowledged that the alleged “assault weapons” were not in fact assault weapons as covered by NJ law. Following the dismissal of the charges, Blasko requested his firearms back.

Finally: The court then examined whether New Jersey law required Mr. Blasko to keep his firearms locked up in a safe or with other devices such as a trigger lock. More importantly, they examined this in the context of the US Supreme Court’s rulings in Heller and McDonald. They concluded safe storage laws did not apply to Mr. Blasko as he was neither a commercial enterprise nor did he have minor children. They also concluded that based upon the Heller decision he was allowed to have his firearms accessible.

Despite a preference for the safe storage of weapons with safety locks, we conclude a law abiding adult, living alone without children, who openly leaves weapons in a locked apartment, insufficiently supports a finding of conduct contrary to the interest of the public health, safety or welfare pursuant to N.J.S.A. 2C:58-3c(5). See Heller, supra, 554 U.S. at 635, 128 S. Ct. at 2822, 171 L. Ed. 2d at 683 (holding “the District’s ban on handgun possession in the home violates the Second Amendment.

Mr. Blasko’s attorney was well-known gun law attorney Evan Nappen. More on the case can be found here. Nappen notes that this is the first time a higher court in New Jersey expressely applied the Second Amendment to a gun seizure case. This is definitely a win for gun rights in New Jersey and it was made possible by the careful building of Second Amendment case law by Alan Gura and others. 

What I learned at GBR-IV – Double-Trouble

Pulling both triggers on the thumb-cocker 12-guage coach-gun simultaneously while only wearing a t-shirt because of the hot weather can lead to a physical and visual reminder. It’s not something I did myself, but I came pretty close with the K-31′s steel butt-plate. Actually I do have a pretty good blue-spot now, but that one’s Uncle’s.

Normally I wear a Creedmoor shooting coat that provides a secure shoulder rest and the stiff Cordura Nylon fabric adds a fair amount of structure – but I didn’t bring it this time.
So I snuggled up close and tried to pull the rifle into my shoulder tightly, padding the forearm with my shooting glove on the block of wood, and with a sweatshirt between my bench-elbow and the concrete top so it wouldn’t bounce hard.
Still I got a good thump in return, much greater than if I had been wearing my shooting coat, and I took my time shooting. After a couple cease-fires, and a box of GP-11 and some loose-loads I had laying around, I switched to the Sig.

UPDATE: The thumping wasn’t too bad, it was just in the wrong place and I wasn’t set-up well on the bench.

Bullet Blight and the Dirty Chamber

The Sig started to graunch-up in the last string and upon closer examination of what was going up through the dirty feed-ramp the pestilence of Bullet-Blight was noticed. The Winchester white-box from Wal-Mart had failed me, so I did a quick selection of what better self-launchers I could paw through and thumb into a magazine and got me a do-over that was the throw-out time of 22.55 seconds – since the malfing continued.
Not being much of a pistolero there’s another thing that I get now, it’s the same reason some people buy a tub of Liquid Drench into which they dunk the dirty feelthy gun – despite the chrome chamber and bore this thing is a skunk after 250-plus rounds! Just to illustrate the differences are before and after pics: Also my buddy Mike who owns and carries one of these and shoots it suggests that a little lube on the frame rails might help. I did have some WWII Lubriplate along for the ride but my big Bottle-O’-Hoppes was missing from the range bag (sorry Sebastian!). In the end our day at the facility was over and I was happy to get off my best run of 2.96 on the final stage, which was a straightforward five-shots as fast as you could go from shooter-ready at a single-plate. Practicing finding the trigger Link-and-Reset on Friday really helped, that is when when I could remember to do it.

UPDATE: I’ve never shot so many rounds through the pistol before, so I can’t say whether the un-clean condition was simply from a whole lotta rounds, or the Winchester White Box, because 50 of the 250+ rounds total were Blazer from the day before and I didn’t pay attention to the state of cleanliness.

Gunbloggers Rendezvous III

The drive up Teh Hillz was sunny and thankfully uneventful, and I got to Reno about 2:30 after leaving home at about 10:00AM. The new-to-me truck displayed better aerodynamics crossing the windy Davis Hippie Farm and Sacatomato Valley. I punched-in some additional gassage at 163 miles up the incline (Colefax), when I got down to 1/4 tank. I hauled-ass. Happily met-up with my bud JimmyB, and we took off on a beer-run to Costco – yay suds!
Everybody was super-psyched to set their Peeps of the Gub decoder rings to 6:00PST and punch in coordinates for the Grand Sierra Resort and connect with the Wheelbarrows of Cash Dispensers.
Wayne looked pooped-out but delivered, and in the aftermath put up with flouncy large local female GOP admirers in the handshake line. Chris Cox liked my Heller Kitty t-shirt. The best question of the post-op was a small Asian woman who said something along the lines of, “I’m scared, I escaped Communism and became a citizen five years ago (UPDATE: fourteen years ago) – what are we going to do if Obama wins?” Bottom line is we keep fighting, toe-to-toe, day after day, never give an inch. The Dispensers of Cash didn’t being my wheelbarrow – I guess they’re not hooked up with George Soros who funds the Left magnanimously through false-front foundations and other (UPDATE:)hyperbole total bullshit.
Then it snowed.

And I bought woolly socks at Cabela’s.

Zeke, Larry Weeks, and Derek chased me out into the parking lot – it was cold. I’d never been to a Cabela’s before and they have a lot of shit. And it was damn cold outside. Dinner at a Basque place which featured a cocktail I’d never heard of before – Praline Punch. Kinda like 40-proof Sangria. I had the lamb. It was damn cold outside at night too.

Saturday dawned clear and cold and we hightailed it to the range after a horribly overpriced buffet-breakfast. I wore two t-shirts and a CMP sweatshirt under my coat, which luckily had my MSR Windstopper gloves hidden away in its pocketses.
The wool socks were a boon. Even more of a boon was the reassurance granted by my little Noveske. 1-2-3 it hit well with iron sights.

The BigMonsterBoomer that Rick brought along made a deeply soulfull noise, but somehow I missed lining up behind the stock. Then came the magic, My New Hero, big guy Jim who lives in Reno, brought his NFA papered FNC.
YEE-HAW!!! What was that? DO IT AGAIN!!

YAARGG!!!

I couldn’t wipe the grin from my face… When you stand nearby, the empty casings fall on you like sweet raindrops all around – I found out while video taping Derek.
It was cold and the hot casings did no harm.