Previously Gunsite Gossip
Vol. 10, No. 7 June 2002
Hot Spell
It is with deep sorrow that we must report
the death of Oliver Coltman, the man described in The
Pounding in "Another Country" and also Fisherman's
Luck. Ollie was piloting his own helicopter on a game
management operation near Cullinan in South Africa. I have no
details, except that the aircraft crashed and burned. Ollie lived
through the impact, but was too badly damaged to survive. He died
in action before he had a chance to grow old, which is some
consolation, if not much.
Ollie Coltman was a real man, and there are not many of those
standing around. He was an active outdoorsman, largely involved in
wildlife management, an enterprise at which he excelled. He was as
totally fearless as a man can be, allowing for that indefinite line
between courage and foolhardiness. Susan, his wife, told us all
that he was certain to be killed by one of his wild beasts, but as
it turned out it was a helicopter which did him in. He was a fine
companion, a learned naturalist, an excellent shot, and several
ladies of discernment have opined that he was the handsomest man
they ever saw. Obviously such a man is indispensable, but the world
goes on. It has been a bad year.
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Do you remember what it was like before
air conditioning? I guess we really do not realize how well off we
are. I have vivid memories of our existence in the tidewater region
back in those sweaty times. There must be a couple of generations
nowadays who cannot imagine such goings on.
We hear from our spies at the front that
most of our federal combat personnel are trying hard to re-arm
themselves with serious smallarms - specifically the 1911 and
the M14. This seems a good idea, of course, but difficult of
execution because of ammunition supply, among other things. Still
there is a prominent faction in high places which maintains that
shooting has no real place in modern war, which is all conducted by
gadgetry. This may be so, but somehow I doubt it. A good many
family members are floating around the world in hazardous
duty conditions and they seem to think that shooting does indeed
have a place. The enemy, of course, has gone largely to the
rocket-propelled grenade (RPG). Oddly enough the US ordnance people
have never shown any interest in that device, despite its obvious
advantages to an army of klutzes. The RPG is cheap, effective,
universally obtainable, and you do not have to be any good to use
it. It may be considered to be the ideal proletarian weapon. It
would be nice to think that we have not come to that just
yet.
Are people really less moral after only
twenty years? The current scene would suggest that, but we hope
that it is not true. Both television and the loss of the nuclear
family would seem to be affecting us here. How do we change
that?
The qualifying phrase of the Second
Amendment refers to a well regulated militia. A well
regulated militia calls for men who can "shoot and salute," in
Pershing's phrase. Since the militia, in the terms of George Mason,
is made up of the "whole people," it would seem that the whole
people should be well qualified in the use of the national personal
arm, which at this point is the M16. Thus if we are to follow that
line of thought, everybody should be qualified on the M16, which is
in the eyes of some people a machinegun. What a shocking
thought!
Our current crop of military historians
gets sloppier all the time. As a group they do not seem to know
what shrapnel is, and now they insist upon calling a rifleman a
sniper. These errors are not minor.
We do not think it is a good idea to "arm
pilots," but we insist that pilots should be encouraged to arm
themselves if they so desire and so qualify. This "group thinking"
is one of the curses of the age.
Congressman Bob Barr of Georgia, who is one of our stalwarts in the
United States Congress, was unable to put through a bill allowing
pilots to protect themselves with firearms, if necessary. But he
tells us that he has not given up, and that the matter will be
brought up again. As we have insisted in the past, aircraft pilots
should not be armed by law, but should not be prevented by law from
arming themselves. This is a personal matter rather than an
organizational one.
Since a certain kind of social commentator
feels that the answer to anything is a new law, we suggest that
what Palestine needs is a new law against the irresponsible use of
high explosives.
We call upon all the faithful to remember
our annual celebration of Theodore Roosevelt's birthday and
Gunsite Reunion on 18 - 20 October. We have
interesting ideas for your presentations at the reunion this year,
and we will be announcing them from time to time. When you decide
what sort of declamation you fancy, please let us know so we will
not have too much duplication. We want music this time, so please
bring autoharps, keyboards and such so we can accompany
ourselves.
At a time when people like Bill Clinton and Al Gore make it
embarrassing to be an American, it is refreshing to read the
writings of TR and to remember what a fine thing it is to be an
American.
Not only does the world keep changing,
but even the Marine Corps, sad to say. We remember encountering our
first girl marine up at a navy yard where my ship had put in for
repairs. Here I was innocently hiking down the street, when this
trim chick in a green suit, appropriately badged and flashed with
scarlet, popped me a very neat salute, along with the adjoining
"Good afternoon, Sir." Naturally I returned the salute as properly
as I could, but I staggered down the street wondering just what had
happened here. Marines are killing machines, and that
chick back there behind me, while jaunty enough, did not appear
properly attuned to the job of throat cutting. I discovered later
that she had signed up "to free a man to fight," which I was told
was a good idea. Okay, good enough, and I served later with several
clerk/stenographer types in Quantico who were a distinct asset to
the organization. But in the new age a couple of years ago I
crashed head on into the end of the world. On the ground floor of
the Key Bridge Marriot Hotel in Arlington, I spotted this lass in
front of me, who when she turned revealed three stars on her
collar. This was a lieutenant general? A Chesty Puller? A
Brute Krulak? A Lou Walt? If this is the case, water must flow
uphill. I am clearly too old for modern times.
We have announced it before, but I say it
again here that we expect better results in our classes from people
who have no previous experience with firearms. We have good success
in programming new reflexes, but breaking bad habits is sometimes
impossible.
We note that there has been a supply of
modified Steyr Scouts introduced into the US market last year.
These guns are painted black and feature a ping-pong ball bolt
handle, and they are not fitted at the factory with a proper Scout
trigger. If you have one of these, you can fix it. The stock can be
painted any color you want, a new bolt knob is easy, and a
conventional trigger of the Zedrosser action is subject to
modification and improvement by a good gunsmith.
I suppose it is impolite to mention it,
but it was George Bush the First who let Saddam Hussein get away.
That is water under the bridge and recriminations are useless, but
this lack of decisiveness seems likely to haunt us for a very long
time.
Since we cannot seem to find out whether
OBL is alive or dead, our lottery as to his time of death must be
placed on hold. If the date you have chosen is now past, we will
just put it on the calendar for next time around. Of course the
character must die sometime, but obviously they will try to keep it
a secret. Since it may be very difficult to award the prize, we
must dream up some very elaborate prizes in order to hold your
interest.
Gun South, which organization used to be
the importer of Steyr Mannlicher in the states, seems trying to
unload the inventory that it had. This indicates that if you can
find a Steyr Scout, or a "Blac Tac," or a Dragoon anywhere at any
price, buy it right now. Or buy two. Those pieces can do nothing
but increase in value. Besides which, they are more useful and
practical instruments than anything available elsewhere. Guns are
for shooting, not for trading, but there are a lot of tradesmen who
do not seem to understand this.
I suggest you get your copy of
"Gargantuan Gunsite," first or second edition, hard bound.
In their paperback form they wear out pretty quickly, especially
since they are reference works and are often consulted.
Shooting Master John Gannaway
points out that all you really need is a 22 and a 30-06. While I go
along with that, I cannot avoid making a couple of perhaps
unnecessary additions. First of all, the 308 is the ballistic twin
of the 30-06 now with modern loadings, and even without the modern
loadings the differences are too slight to matter. So your Steyr
Scout in 308 will do what you need, unless you are a specialist.
Certainly you need a 22 rifle, and there are scores of good ones
around, but also you can probably establish need for a 22 pistol.
This is most obvious if you live in the country. And then there is
the matter of the shotgun. Some people really need a shotgun, both
for home defense and for recreation. So I guess I would expand my
minimum list to include a Steyr Scout, a Marlin 39 22 (particularly
an older model without the cross-bolt safety), a compact 22
self-loading pistol, and a good grade self-loading 12-gauge
shotgun. That is four guns, hardly enough to satisfy an
aficionado, but certainly enough for others. Living as I
have all my life amongst shooters, I cannot think of anyone who
owns only four guns. On the other hand I think that when you get up
into the hundreds you are overstating the case.
Unfortunately the color edition of
"The Art of the Rifle" got some of its captions crossed up
in the second half of the book. You will discover which ones by
study, and make the necessary corrections.
Is it possible for something to be deadly
and silly at the same time? Islam comes to mind.
The new Walther 22 compact pistol shows
great promise. Everybody needs a 22 pistol, but which one is a
matter for discussion. Most 22s intended for target shooting are
too big and cumbersome for convenient use around the farm. Of
course you are most likely to keep the one you already
have.
It does seem that at this point
coping is unfashionable. A man who can cope is an
elitist, which is a very dreadful thing to be. If you can
cope, you are better than other people, and those other people tend
to hate you for it. Consider the use of the English language. If
you use it well you will be held up to scorn and ridiculed by a
majority - especially in England, of all places. The English
language is a marvelous instrument, and no one ever really masters
it, but it is nonetheless great fun to try. If people hiss at you
for trying, let them hiss. They are the losers.
We threw the Moors out of Spain in 1492,
but evidently we did not throw them far enough.
Reports from Afghanistan indicate that
our boys are shooting pretty well - primarily, as it happens,
with the M14. The bad guys are doing a lot of missing, though they
have managed to kill one of our sergeants in what appears to be a
straight out firefight. Both the M14 and the 1911 seem to be in
great demand, though in short supply. You have to hit a man too
many times with a 223 to get his attention. (If they had asked us
we could have told them that.)
Apparently "the industry" thinks that we
need a whole lot of new and different cartridges. Such are only
significant to people who do not shoot. We do not need a
lot of different cartridges. What we need is a lot of people who
can shoot well. You can buy guns, but you cannot buy
marksmanship.
Winchester announces a 270 Short,
which we need like a V7 automobile engine. The 270 as it stands is
a superb rifle round with a worldwide record of perfect service,
but then so is the 30-06, of course.
Gunsite has had to give up on the Safari
Prep course which I instigated a while back. There seems to be no
demand for it. Apparently people who can afford the African
adventure feel that their outfitter can tell them all they need to
know. This may be true, but I have reason to doubt it. Besides, I
enjoyed teaching that course very much, especially when we had a
number of open-minded ladies in the class. It is widely believed
that women make better students than men, and while I cannot verify
that positively, I can certainly say that some women make
better students than some men.
Family Member and Gunsite staff
instructor Mitch Röthlisberger recently had a tour down in South
Africa, working with the police combat reaction squads. These
people use both the R1 in 308 and the R5 in 223, but they leave the
R5s at home when there is serious trouble in the wind. Here again
they report that with the varmint cartridge you have to shoot a man
too many times before he stops shooting at you.
The Swiss, who have a good tradition of
riflery, have gone somewhat agley in their recent smallarms
program. They have decided that for their sniper units the answer
is a 338 Lapua. This is an overly violent cartridge on which it
will be difficult to produce marksmen of traditionally Swiss
quality. It also will wear out barrels while you wait. The Lapua
Magnum is measurably more powerful than the venerable 7.5 Swiss,
but it will not do anything that a good man with a 7.5 cannot do
just as well.
The Swiss have been doing a good job in resisting "progress" for
most of the 20th century, but in many ways they seem to be
succumbing in the 21st.
A man and his son showed up for rifle
instruction and dropped out on the morning of the second day. They
claimed that the course was not what they expected, and it was
entirely too "stressful" for them. I sure do not know what is
stressful about the first day of rifle instruction or, for that
matter, what these two people expected to learn in a rifle class.
But here we have an example of flabbiness of spirit which may be a
sign of the times. Let us hope not.
"War is God's way of teaching Americans geography."
G.B. Shaw
The new uniform of the underclass seems
to be baggy shorts, a cell phone in the ear, and a huge water
bottle. One wonders how the West Was Won without this sort of
thing.
From Frankie Lou Nicholson, "our man in
Nebraska," we get this fine case study. A man is awakened by his
wife who says she hears something. He gets up and looks around and
sure enough sees thugs carrying stuff out of the shed behind his
house and putting it in a vehicle. He dials 9-1-1. He is told that
no sheriff's deputies are available at the moment - that it
will be about 30 minutes before they can get to him. He hangs up,
counts to 30 and dials 9-1-1 again. He says, "There's no hurry,
I've shot them." Within three minutes he has three patrol cars in
his yard. The sheriff says, "I thought you said you shot them." The
man looks at the sheriff and says, "I thought you said it would be
30 minutes." That may even be a true story. Certainly we hope
so.
I can find no fault at all in this matter
of "profiling." If these creeps look like creeps, that is their
problem, not ours.
As the Holy War proceeds it is obvious
that the principle problem is target identification. Since the
ragheads do not have nations, they can smack the Pentagon, but what
do we smack? It is going to be a long haul.
A prominent Gunsite Family Member,
who for obvious reasons will remain nameless, has discovered that
airguns constitute a highly satisfactory solution to the problem of
urban pigeons, an increasingly troublesome plague in some of our
big cities. They require head shots, and that requires a high
degree of precision, which of course should be encouraged. The
sport is likely to be viewed askance by the City Fathers - but
who's gonna know?
It turns out that now John Gannaway the
Great has acquired an autographed first edition of "African Game
Trails," which was TR's first-hand account of his classic
safari. Perhaps we can persuade John to bring it along to the
Reunion to show us.
It seems to me that the killer instinct
is a normal attribute of the young male. It is there for all to see
and it should not be suppressed, but rather directed. The "barefoot
boy with cheeks of tan" out after ground squirrels with his 22 may
be a rarity in today's urban society, but he still makes the best
soldier when he grows up, and we do need soldiers. I have been
around both hunters and soldiers all my life, and I find that this
normal blood-thirst continues on into middle life and begins to
subside only with the approach of old age. I think it is connected
to the gonads, since it is not apparent in females, and dies out in
males along with the sex drive. Young men experience it both in the
hunting field and in battle, and do not let anyone tell you that he
did not derive that visceral thrill when he was able to wreak havoc
upon an enemy who was trying his best to kill him. The trepid may
not agree with this, but I do not know many, and their opinions do
not affect me much. The honest-to-God man likes to fight, as the
late, great Finn Aagaard pointed out to us at a recent reunion. He
may not enjoy heat, cold, thirst, starvation, pain, and fear, but
when the trumpets blow and the flags fly (figuratively, of course,
now) his heart sings. This is neither good nor bad, it is simply a
truth.
If the country boy makes a better warrior than the city slicker, as
has been suggested by several experienced senior soldiers, it may
be because small-game hunting - squirrels, rabbits and
such - accustoms the gunner to shooting for blood rather than
paper. The Boers were not noted target marksmen, but they were
practical marksmen, used to feeding themselves with their
rifles. This may not be a new idea, but it has never been much
publicized.
Rumor has it (Internet) that one Judge
Patterson, of Denver, Colorado, has ruled that the Constitution of
the United States of America has no legal force in the City of
Denver because Denver is a "home rule" city. The usual website
outpourings are difficult to authenticate, but we are looking into
this.
"Youth may be an explanation for stupidity, but not an
excuse."
Anonymous
Doubtless you now have heard about Oxana
Fedorova of St. Petersburg (Petrograd), the new Miss Universe, who
announces herself as a shottist. Pictures depict her as a
pistolera. Now isn't that great! Perhaps we should arrange
to ship her over from Russia to Gunsite, to pretty up our image
amongst the hoplophobes.
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