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Never, ever underestimate the capacity of young men for stupidity. Testosterone is the most potent poison known to man. Even in small doses, this horrible stuff can indeed be lethal.
The Boeing 737 is an undeniably big target, but it was moving really fast.What Happened
At 5:25 PM on 31 December 1986, 30-year-old Barry Rollins of Brooklyn, New York, was sitting in coach aboard United Airlines Flight 1502 out of Wilmington, North Carolina. The Boeing 737 was traveling light carrying only sixteen passengers and five crewmembers. As the plane was on short final into Raleigh-Durham Airport, Mr. Rollins watched eagerly out the window. His plan was to catch a separate flight into New York City and make it to Times Square in time to see the ball drop for the New Year.
The plane was two miles south of the airport and roughly twenty seconds from touchdown. With the aircraft about 300 feet off the ground, a .30-caliber bullet pierced the bottom of the fuselage, passed through Rollins’ right thigh, and then lodged in the left side of his face. Rollins felt as though he had been struck with a baseball bat. Fragments of the round ended up behind his left ear.
The pilot landed the aircraft without incident. He had been unaware anything was amiss. Mr. Rollins was rushed to the local hospital where he underwent surgery and spent several days recovering. United Airlines covered all of his medical costs and flew his three brothers and two sisters in from New York to be at his bedside.
Poor Misled People
As you might imagine, the world pretty much came unglued over that. Wake County Commissioner Merrie R. Hedrick was quoted as having said, “It is just another in a long list of cases that point out to me that we need to do something about the county gun ordinances. It would certainly seem to me that if people were shooting that close by, it was just a question of when something would happen.”
Bless their hearts, most gun control advocates really don’t have a great grasp of the way the real world works. There are more than 400 million guns in circulation in America. Gun control might have worked 350 million guns ago, but that ship has sailed.A point of personal privilege–Let that sink in for a second. Wake County Commissioner Merrie R. Hedrick actually thought that the way to keep people from shooting at passing airliners was to pass more gun control laws. Wow. That must be a fascinating place to live. In my world, the sort of idiot who might take a potshot at a passing airliner is unlikely to be dissuaded by yet more anti-gun legislation.
G. Eric Shuford, the president of the Sir Walter Raleigh Gun Club, had this to say in response, “Whoever perpetrated such an act should be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Don’t restrict all the responsible hunters and responsible firearm owners because of one stupid act by one person.” That seems pretty logical to me.
The 1980’s were fairly tame, relatively speaking. When this event happened Osama bin Laden was 29 years old and not yet a raving homicidal maniac. Back then the androgynous singer Boy George could still actually shock people. It was, in short, a very different time. Special Agent Richards of the local FBI office said, “We’ve got so many wackos in the world, you never know. It would be a tragic thing. I just hope it doesn’t give any loonies out there an idea.”
The Idiot Who Shot A Plane
This is most definitely not Robert Proulx, the rocket surgeon who got bored while out hunting and tried to shoot down an airliner. This is, by contrast, some nice guy in Mississippi who killed a really epic whitetail buck. However, both episodes began with somebody wandering around in the woods chasing deer.Robert Raymond Proulx was a 23-year-old unemployed construction worker who was out hunting at the time the airplane flew over. It’s tough to get your head around what possessed him to take a potshot at a passing airliner, but one of his buddies apparently anonymously ratted him out later. Proulx was arrested within a week of the incident.
When you shoot an innocent guy in a passing airliner it is tough to put a positive spin on that. Proulx knew he was doomed. Once the details of the case became apparent he pled guilty to the charge of damaging an aircraft. This got him out of the worse charge of using a firearm to damage an aircraft. I’m not a lawyer. I have no idea how the American legal system actually works.
Regardless, Proulx still faced a maximum sentence of 20 years in prison and a quarter-million-dollar fine. For his part, Proulx claimed via his attorney that the weapon had discharged accidentally. He actually said, “I was checking my rifle when it fired. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” Really? I was born at night, but not last night. That seems pretty thin to me. Apparently, the judge in the case was not swayed by this explanation, either.
As I see it, Robert Proulx made two big mistakes. The first was being stupid enough to try to shoot down an airliner with a deer rifle. The second is trying it while he had buddies around to rat him out.What cinched the deal was Proulx’s rat buddy. He later testified that Proulx had actually been trying to hit the pilot. The man’s statement was, “He had committed the above-described act and that he had been aiming for the pilot.” It would have been far better had Proulx been drunk. As it was, he was just without excuse.
All this legal stuff unfolded in February of 1987, some six weeks or so after the event. US District Court Judge Terrence Boyle presided over the sentencing hearing. US Attorney Peter Kellen said, “It was our belief that the defendant in this case was someone whose conduct was wanton and callous. We were not aware of any remorse or concern shown by the defendant for what he had done, and it was our position that an individual of this nature, in order to protect society, needs to be taken off the streets for as long as the law allows.″
In May of that year, Robert Proulx was formally sentenced to twenty years in prison. He was also ordered to pay $33,300 in restitution to the airline to cover the medical bills of the man he shot. Considering the poor guy had multiple surgeries and a substantial inpatient stay, that seems like a bargain. Nowadays in most modern hospitals 33 grand likely wouldn’t cover much more than your ghastly meals and those squeezie things they put on your feet.
I have some reliable information that this sucks. Robert Proulx apparently agreed.The following year Proulx was growing weary of being in prison and appealed to have his sentence reduced. This appeal was rejected for being outside of some timely filing window. As I said, I don’t begin to understand the American legal system.
The Gun – A Winchester Rifle
News reports filed after the event described Proulx’s gun as a Winchester Model 74 in .30-30. The Winchester 74 was actually a semiautomatic tube-fed sporting rifle chambered in .22 rimfire. It was produced from 1938 until 1955. 406,574 copies were manufactured. I am fairly certain the gun in question would have been a Model 94. The Winchester 94 was the archetypal .30-30 lever-action deer rifle. Media types seem congenitally incapable of getting gun stuff right.
The Winchester 94 was designed by John Moses Browning in, you guessed it, 1894. Those first guns were chambered in either .32-40 or .32-55 Winchester, both black powder rounds. In 1895 the Model 94 was offered in .30 Winchester Center Fire. This was the first commercially successful rifle chambered for a smokeless cartridge. Over time the .30 WCF became known as the .30-30.
The Model 1894 was produced by Winchester Repeating Arms until 1980 and then offered by US Repeating Arms under the Winchester banner until 2006. Well over seven million copies were produced. Newly-manufactured reproductions remain on the market today.
I realize this is was the most powerful man in the world with control of 5,428 nuclear warheads. However, I’m not sure I’d trust this guy unsupervised with a firearm.The Model 94 was the first sporting rifle to sell more than 7 million units. The millionth rifle was gifted to President Calvin Coolidge. Serial number 1.5 million went to President Harry S. Truman. The two millionth gun was given to President Dwight Eisenhower. If somebody gave a gun to our current President I’m not convinced that would end well. My, haven’t times changed?
The US government bought 1,800 commercial Model 94 rifles along with 50,000 rounds of .30-30 ammunition for use by ground troops during WW1. These rifles were marked with a “US” and the flaming bomb of the Ordnance Department. I rather suspect these GI-issue lever guns would be fairly spendy in collector’s circles today.
The British Royal Navy bought another 5,000 of the rifles for use in shipboard security and mine-clearing operations. The French purchased 15,100 Model 94s, but their guns sported left-sided sling mounts and adjustable rear sights marked in meters.
The Model 94 was offered with either a 20, 24, or 26-inch barrel. Magazine capacities for each of these configurations was 7, 8, and 9 rounds respectively. The 20-inch gun was the most popular. This version weighed 6.8 pounds and was 38 inches long overall.
Ruminations
I don’t know where you stand on the subject of prison as either punishment or rehabilitation. I’m typically a pretty forgiving guy. Jesus forgave me of a great deal, and I try to return the favor whenever possible. However, some people are just too dangerous to be allowed to wander about unsupervised.
A 20-year prison sentence for a 23-year-old is an undeniable life-wrecker. There’s no getting around that. However, shooting at a passing airliner is pretty extra special stupid as well. The fact that he connected is fairly impressive, I guess, but that still doesn’t seem like a terribly marketable skill, particularly in 1986.
With the gear down and the flaps set at thirty degrees, a Boeing 737 sports a final approach speed of 140 knots indicated. That’s about 162 miles per hour. Considering our hero fired at a slant range of about 300 feet and was apparently aiming for the cockpit he apparently just didn’t lead the plane far enough. The end result had he been a slightly better wing shooter would have been cataclysmic.
I never found out what happened to Robert Proulx. He should obviously be out of prison by now. He’d be about sixty today. Apparently, the man he shot, Barry Rollins, fully recovered. It was announced that he planned to seek civil damages, but an unemployed carpenter remanded to prison for two decades is likely not a terribly lucrative mark for a plaintiff’s attorney.
Perhaps he sued the airline, but for what exactly? It hardly seems like negligence that you witlessly flew over a homicidal moron on the final approach into Raleigh-Durham. That just seems more like random testosterone poisoning to me.
“If war was made more terrible, it would have a tendency to keep peace among the nations of the earth.” – Richard Gatling, Inventor of the Gatling Gun
Richard Gatling was born in Hertford County, NC, on December 12, 1818. His father was a prosperous farmer and inventor, and the son was destined to inherit the “invention bug.”
After three of his sisters died at a young age from disease, Richard Gatling decided to study medicine, and graduated from the Ohio Medical College in Cincinnati in 1850. He moved to Indianapolis the same year, and in 1854 married the daughter of a prominent local physician. There is no evidence that Richard Gatling ever practiced medicine after leaving medical school, but he was always referred to as “doctor.”
Gatling was a born inventor. Between 1857 and 1860 he patented a steam plow, a rotary plow, a seed planter, a lath-making machine, a hemp rake, and a rubber washer for tightening gears. One day in 1861, with the Civil War only a few months old, Dr. Gatling’s inventive fervor suffered a shock that would turn his mind from machines of peace to machines of war. From his Indianapolis office window, Gatling watched in horror as wounded and maimed soldiers were unloaded from a train—casualties from the southern killing fields.
The doctor was aware that the conflict was being waged in Napoleonic fashion. Men faced each other in solid ranks—aimed, fired, reloaded—and, on command, charged headlong into the blazing guns of the enemy. For several nights Richard Gatling could not sleep. A single idea occupied his thoughts. What if a few soldiers could duplicate the firepower of a hundred men? Troops would no longer be able to stand still and shoot at each other. And the running charge would be impossible, because the attacking force would be mowed down like tall grass.
Gatling reasoned that if he were able to invent a machine that could plant seeds swiftly, accurately, and in precise rows, he should be able to devise a mechanical gun that would spray bullets like water from a garden hose.
Invention of the Gatling Gun
Within a few weeks, the doctor had completed the drawings for his innovative weapon, the “Gatling gun,” and took the sketches to a machinist to manufacture.
The first Gatling gun consisted of a cluster of six rifle barrels, without stocks, arranged around a center rod. Each barrel had its own bolt, and the entire cluster could be made to revolve by turning a crank. The bolts were covered by a brass case at the breech. Cartridges were fed into a hopper, and as the cluster revolved, each barrel was fired at its lowest point, and then reloaded when the revolution was completed.
The gun was mounted upon a wheeled carriage. Two men were required to operate the weapon—one to sight the target and turn the crank, the other to load the ammunition.
A working model was completed within six months, and a public demonstration was held across Graveyard Pond in Indianapolis. The abrupt, rapid noise of gunfire could be heard for five miles and, at 200 rounds per minute, the bullets cut a 10-inch tree in half in less than 30 seconds.
Dr. Gatling patented his gun on November 4, 1862, but he had a difficult time selling it to the Army. General James Wolfe Ripley, chief of ordnance, was not impressed with the weapon and remarked: “You can kill a man just as dead with a cap-n’-ball smooth-bore.”
Gatling was unperturbed, however, and took his diagrams to a manufacturing company in Cincinnati. Twelve of the Gatling guns were built, and a few of them were sold to General Benjamin Butler for $1,000 each. Butler later used the Gatlings to hold a bridgehead against Confederate cavalry at the James River.
In early trials of the Gatling gun, it was regarded by the military as a supplement to artillery. The tests that were conducted compared the range and accuracy of the machine gun with the range and accuracy of grapeshot fired by artillery pieces.
Richard Gatling continued to modify and improve the weapon, and in 1865 patented a model that was capable of firing 350 rounds per minute. A demonstration was held at Fortress Monroe. This time the ordnance department was impressed and ordered a hundred guns. The Gatling gun was officially adopted by the U.S. Army on August 24, 1866. It was first manufactured by Cooper Arms in Philadelphia, and later by the Colt Arms Company of Hartford, Conn.
Europe and Abroad
Dr. Gatling traveled throughout Europe selling his weapon, and new models were continually being designed. A short-barrel variety was purchased by the British and mounted on camels. This so-called “camel gun” was also used by the U.S. Army and Navy.
As settlers moved west after the Civil War, Army garrisons in forts along the frontier housed Gatling guns. Gatlings were also attached to cavalry expeditions. A Gatling detachment under Lieutenant James W. Pope accompanied General Nelson A. Miles’s campaign into west Texas. On August 30, as an advance party of Army scouts entered a trail that led between two high bluffs, about three hundred Indians charged down the cliffs. At the sound of gunfire, Pope quickly brought up his Gatling guns. The rapid, withering fire scattered the attacking warriors, and they fled in confusion.
During the same year, a battalion of 8th Cavalry, commanded by Major William R. Price, was ordered out to suppress an uprising by several Indian tribes, including Arapaho, Cheyenne, Comanche, and Kiowa. Price was able to successfully fight off several surprise attacks by hostile bands with two Gatling guns.
But in the most famous battle of the Indian Wars, the Gatling was strangely absent. On June 22, 1876, Maj. Gen. George Armstrong Custer and his 7th Cavalry rode out from their Powder River camp and headed for the Little Big Horn River. Custer had been offered three Gatling guns but refused them.
He felt that the Gatlings—mounted on horse-drawn carriages—would slow his cavalry troop down in rough country. Custer also believed that the use of such a devastating weapon would cause him to “lose face” with the Indians. Whether or not the Gatlings could have saved Custer and his 200 men is questionable. Some accounts report the column of Indians that retreated after the battle as being three miles long and a half-mile wide.
During the next few years, the Gatling gun participated in a number of battles, including those with the Nez Perce. The warriors under Chief Joseph fought 13 engagements against the U.S. Army, many of which were standoffs. Finally, on September 30, 1877, in the Bear Paw Mountains of Montana, General Nelson Miles, with 600 men and a Gatling gun, attacked Chief Joseph’s camp. After four days of bitter fighting, Chief Joseph could hold out no longer. As he surrendered his rifle to Miles, the valiant Indian leader said, “My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.”
The Gatling Gun In Africa
During the latter part of the 19th century, Gatling guns became more and more popular, and were used in the many wars that flared during the 1880s and 1890s. The 1879 war between England and the African Zulu tribes was the first major land action in which the Gatling gun proved to be a deciding factor. A small British army, commanded by Lord Chelmsford, defeated a much larger Zulu force under King Cetywayo. In one encounter, a single Gatling mowed down more than 400 tribesmen in only a few minutes.
After his victorious campaign, Lord Chelmsford wrote: “They [Gatling guns] should be considered essentially as infantry weapons. They can be used effectively, not only in defense, but also in covering the last stage of an infantry attack upon a position—where the soldiers must cease firing and charge with the bayonet.”
By the time Dr. Gatling died in 1903, the automatic machine gun had arrived on the scene. It was powered by the discharging gases of its fired cartridges, and was simpler and more economical to use than the manually operated guns. In 1911, the U.S. Army declared the Gatling gun obsolete.
But Richard Gatling’s legacy did not die with him. In September 1956, the General Electric Company unveiled its 6-barrel aerial cannon called the Vulcan. For several years, General Electric had made a detailed study of every rapid-fire gun, and its engineers had found that Dr. Gatling’s original patents offered the most promise for the development of firepower necessary for fast jet fighter aircraft. The Vulcan was also put to use on attack helicopters and gunships.
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America has an oddly bipolar relationship with automatic weapons. On one hand, we feel that these guns are so extra special deadly that normal folks will often never even touch one.
On the other, they are so cool that we flock to the local cineplex to see them exercised in their natural habitat. That’s honestly pretty weird if you think about it. Regardless, little gets my blood pumping faster than seeing my favorite action star unlimber something cool, select-fire and noisy on the big screen. While there are countless laudable examples, here are my five favorites.
The Hunter
Steve McQueen’s The Hunter is an underappreciated gem. This 1980 biographical depiction of real-world bounty hunter Ralph “Papa” Thorsen is funny, poignant, exciting, and cool.
It was also McQueen’s last film before he succumbed to pleural mesothelioma at age 50. The narrative orbits around an incongruously soft-hearted bounty hunter. The sequence wherein Papa Thorsen flees a pair of enraged rednecks throwing dynamite from a combine harvester while behind the wheel of a black 1970’s-vintage Trans Am tearing through a cornfield is just hilarious.
The story follows Thorsen’s exploits as he tracks down sundry bail jumpers. However, there is a dark thread throughout wherein a lunatic psychopath named Rocco Mason hunts Papa and his girlfriend over some unexplained slight.
Eventually Rocco stalks them both in a dark high school armed with an M-16A1 rifle equipped with an AN/PVS-2 night vision sight. Papa eventually rescues his girlfriend Dotty and flees the chemistry lab, turning on the gas taps as he leaves.
Rocco unlimbers his M-16 from the hip on rock and roll, ignites the gas, and subsequently blows himself to smithereens. The classic star-shaped muzzle flash from the M-16 in dim light was adequate to illuminate the dark room. I’ve run that sequence back and forth a dozen times. This scene was shot with good old-fashioned blanks in the days before digital effects. Also, the real Papa Thorsen has a cameo as a bartender.
High Risk
There aren’t but about ten people in the world who have seen the low-budget 1981 comedy heist film High Risk. That’s the real crime. High Risk rocks. It’s available for free on YouTube. Four buddies, none of whom have any serious military experience, are trapped in low-paying loser jobs.
On a whim they pool their meager resources and travel to Colombia with the intention of robbing a drug lord and getting filthy rich. They score weapons from a shifty gun runner and arrange for a couple of hippies with a beat-up old DC-3 to exfil them from a jungle airstrip once the mission is complete.
The flight service is cryptically called Adios Airlines. Their logo is a giant marijuana leaf painted on the side of the airplane. The nail-biting climax has our heroes trying to hold the drug lord’s henchmen at bay with some simply epic full auto MAC-10 action.
At one point James Brolin runs his MAC sideways while stabilizing the gun by gripping the extended buttstock with his left hand. I’ve actually tried that myself. It doesn’t work well.
When all seems hopeless the derelict DC-3 arrives just in the nick of time. The pilot then pops in a cassette tape of the Rolling Stones belting out Satisfaction as his crew chief unlimbers a belt-fed M-60 from the cargo door. Just describing that scene made me go back and watch the movie again. Trust me, it’ll change your life.
Scarface
The 1983 crime classic Scarface had some fascinating origins. Loosely derived from a 1929-vintage novel of the same name, Scarface took the Depression-era tale of Al Capone and transported it into the 1980’s Miami drug wars.
The end result helped define an era. The story was written by Oliver Stone. The movie was directed by Brian De Palma. Al Pacino’s depiction of Cuban refugee-turned-drug lord Tony Montana helped cement his position as one of the most accomplished actors of the modern era.
Like most De Palma films, Scarface was violent, profane, and messy. However, it was the final shootout that really anchored the film. The trajectory of the narrative follows Pacino’s character as he rises from abject poverty to unimaginable opulence.
Along the way, Tony Montana also loses his soul. At the climax, now stoked on his own dope and bereft of both friends and family, Montana has to face down a veritable army of drug cartel sicarios.
Hopelessly outnumbered and lyrically outgunned, he retrieves an M-16A1 rifle equipped with an M-203 grenade launcher. His timeless line, “Say hello to my little friend!” became cinematic legend. Forget that his 40mm HEDP (High Explosive Dual Purpose) rounds seemed to arm as soon as they left the launcher and nobody paid much attention to friendlies that might be behind their targets, the final gorefest was pretty epic.
As Tony’s lifeless body topples off the balcony into the pool below, a garish globe sports the neon slogan, “The World is Yours.” Brian De Palma was never known for his subtlety.
The host rifle was a full auto M-16A1. The M-203 was a fairly cheesy theatrical prop. I’ve actually held that gun, and it wasn’t terribly impressive up close. The double magazines were held together with gaffer’s tape, and the front ladder sight was actually installed backwards. Regardless, in the right hands that rifle helped create one of the most iconic gun scenes in Hollywood history.
Predator
No list of this sort is complete without a nod to the M-134 minigun in the pioneering Arnold Schwarzenegger sci-fi action flick Predator.
While the movie was awesome in its own right, watching Jesse Ventura and Bill Duke run that minigun from the hip set a new standard for Hollywood gun work. I saw the film in the theater back in 1987 when I was a soldier, and it changed my life.
The hulking alien Predator hunting humans has become a theme throughout seven full-length movies, but that was not the original vision for the film makers.
The original Predator was to be played by martial artist Jean-Claude Van Damme. Van Damme even suited up for some of the early scenes shot on location in Mexico.
However, at 5’ 9” tall, his screen presence seemed insufficiently compelling alongside physical specimens like Arnold Schwarzenegger and Carl Weathers. Van Damme was ultimately replaced by 7’2” Kevin Peter Hall who dominated the screen.
Incidentally, Hall also plays the helicopter pilot in the film. The M-134 used in the movie sported a custom mount built from, among other things, the handguard from an M-60 machine gun turned around backwards.
The trigger on the weapon was non-functional. The gun was operated off-scene by an armorer with an electrical switch. The power cable was snaked through the actor’s trouser leg.
The weapon was down-regulated to 1,250 rounds per minute so the viewer could see the barrels spin clearly. The ammo pack carried 550 blank rounds which were good for about 25 seconds of continuous fire.
However, to preserve the actors’ mobility, they usually only packed enough ammunition for about four seconds’ worth of mayhem. We have seen the M-134 used in a variety of movies since Predator, but nobody has ever quite captured lightning in a bottle the way director John McTiernan did here.
I am proud to say that I have actually held the original Predator minigun myself. I thought I might never wash my hands again afterwards, but that eventually got kind of gross.
Aliens
There are lots of cool gun movies out there, but one film easily eclipses them all. When James Cameron was making his studio pitch for his sci-fi magnum opus Aliens, he supposedly just stood up in front of the movie executives with a white board, took up a dry erase marker, and wrote “Alien$.”
What resulted set an unassailable standard. Aliens came along at the end of the era of analog movie effects. That meant that Stan Winston’s aliens were monsters in the real world, and the weapons wielded by the U.S. Colonial Marines were made from the real steel.
Cameron himself designed the small arms used in the film. They were built in England by Simon Atherton and his team at Bapty, the same guys who brought us the guns used in the Indiana Jones movies and Star Wars.
The original M41A pulse rifles were to be built around HK MP5s. You can actually see an MP5 example on the “Peace Through Superior Firepower” t-shirt worn by Marine Ricco Frost if you look closely in the movie.
However, Cameron needed more muzzle flash than could be afforded by the 9mm Parabellum and subsequently opted for a World War II vintage M1A1 Thompson submachine gun as a starting point instead.
The M41A pulse rifle in the movie narrative famously fires 10mm caseless light armor-piercing rounds and includes a 30mm over-and-under pump-action grenade launcher.
The prop furniture came from a Franchi SPAS-12 shotgun, while the grenade launcher was a seriously chopped Remington 870 12-gauge shotgun. I would gladly give my 401k to own a screen-used original. The other paradigm-shattering gun in Aliens was the M-56 smart gun.
This massive gyro-stabilized support weapon was built from a German MG42 belt-fed machine gun mounted on a Steadicam mount originally designed to support a movie camera. When I saw Vasquez yell, “Let’s rock!” and unlimber that puppy in the theater back in 1986, I very nearly wet my pants. Also, if you haven’t yet seen it, surf on over to YouTube and type in “Aliens Sentry Guns Deleted Scenes.” You’ll thank me later.
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Most of us have shot a classic .22 plinker but moved on to “bigger” and “better.” However — sometimes — simple pleasures are the best!
Early into my shooting career, some of my absolute favorite moments resulted from cool, calm days where I had all of the time in the world to sling .22 rounds at dime-sized targets — and with little concern about ammo cost or being battered by the forces of recoil!
As I investigated what else the rimfire world had in store for me, I would repeatedly come across articles referencing some of the kings of the category: the Winchester 52 and the Remington 37, for example. Many of these designs were once considered the gold standard of accuracy within 100 yards and my interest was firmly piqued.
Unfortunately, my dreams of owning these legends dissipated once I picked them up. Today, I’m a lot more excited by those rifles that, to me, represent a golden mean between raw accuracy and ease of use. Indulge me and I’ll tell you what I think makes for a perfect “offhand plinker.”
The Walther KKJ is an exceptionally well-made “sporter” rimfire rifle. If you can see it with the naked eye, you’ll hit it with this.
“Seeable” reactive targets don’t much care for minor point-of-impact shifts. A rifle with a pencil barrel can zap them, hot or cold.
Two Ends Of The Spectrum
On one hand, we’ve always been awash with lightweight, affordable rifles and many of them have been of extraordinarily high quality. I learned recently that Ruger has produced more than 5 million of its famous 10/22 rifles. I would reason that within a half-hour drive of your current location, you can find a gun store with a 10/22, new or used, currently sitting on the shelf.
It’s no mystery why the rifles are beloved. The 10/22 is easily shouldered and aimed. It is robust and reliable, and tolerant of a wide variety of ammunition. When I was in my late teens, I had fired a gun before. However, the groups I coaxed out of a 10/22 got me to think about shooting differently. “Maybe I have some talent for this,” I told myself.
Additionally, America’s used gun market is awash with a number of .22LR rifles intended as either entry-level tools for pest control or “boy’s” or “youth” rifles that would serve as a child’s first introduction to marksmanship without mom or dad having to break the bank. The Winchester 67, Remington 514, and Stevens 15 are all prototypical examples of the type. In general, they are light, easily operated and despite their humble origins and no-frills materials, they tend to shoot surprisingly well!
Still, spend some time with them and their limitations come into focus. Most have very simple folded metal or “buckhorn” sights, thin barrels prone to heating up quickly and stiff triggers. Budget price points often necessitated budget materials so expect beechwood or plastic stocks, along with stamped steel construction of various small parts.
The Winchester 69 has Clayton’s vote for offering
buyers the most usable accuracy for the least spend.
The Bergara BMR — Its light weight makes for a rifle that can still be comfortably shot offhand even with a mounted scope.
Winchester 63 with a period-correct Weaver low-magnification scope. Light and simple is often best!
Winchester’s vaunted Model 52 is of the perennial kings of rimfire accuracy and craftsmanship, it’s also a boat anchor!
The Other End
As one moves from “budget” to “premium” in the rimfire rifle category, the upgrades are obvious. At the upper tier of the quality spectrum, buyers can expect to find longer, thicker barrels that aid accuracy. A 26″ tent-pole of a barrel not only offers more runway for the powder of a rimfire cartridge to fully and completely burn, but it gives open sight users more distance to ensure perfect alignment between the front and rear units.
The barrel thickness also ensures it heats and cools in a more uniform manner, which reduces any temperature-based point of impact shifts.
Along with those long, gorgeous barrels and hand-fit actions, you’ll also usually find very generous and beautiful walnut furniture, often with metal fixtures for the buttstock, sling attachments and other accoutrements. One look at these guns and you’ll immediately be transported back to an era where no cost was spared to provide the rimfire shooter with the best accuracy the day’s engineering and experience could allow.
The trade-offs, however, are size and weight. Most of the .22s you’ll find in rimfire competitions tend to be big. Extra mass provides more stability and precision, but makes it a rifle much harder to heft and shoot offhand. It’s not to say one can’t do so but those interested in the attempt normally have specialized shooting jackets dedicated to such a purpose.
The same goes for adding one of the most common and historic tools for improving one’s group: the scope. As my military buddies like to say, “Ounces make pounds.” Where rimfire rifles are concerned, I’ve found a 24-oz. scope moves offhand shooting on a big, wood-stocked rifle from the realm of “challenging” to “impromptu strength training.” Show me a guy who can heft a scoped Winchester 52D and shoot a great group offhand, and I’ll show you a guy who looks like Hulk Hogan.
Above, the Ruger 10/22 is well-represented in America’s gun stores, and for good reason.
The Middle Path
For the rest of us, many of the design specs and equipment choices maximizing mechanical precision come at the expense of practical accuracy. In simpler terms: Bring the scope to eye level, and your arms will almost instantly begin to feel like wet noodles and the reticle will wobble all over the place. To quote the old infomercials: There has to be a better way!
Indeed, there is no shortage of rimfire rifles which got an extra degree of TLC from the maker over the budget model yet weren’t fully optimized for bench work. The Winchester 69 remains perhaps my favorite rifle of all time. Yes, the trigger guard is stamped steel and the trigger pull isn’t astoundingly light, but the gun is like a laser in my hands. Within 75 yards, if I can see it, I can hit it. Of course, beyond that I probably can’t see it!
I also have a tremendous affinity for a number of quality pump-action rifles. Often, models like the Remington 12, Winchester 62 and Browning Trombone exhibit very high quality workmanship, are fast into action, and shucking rounds in and out of these platforms is a joy.
Still, I’m not picky. Just about any mag or tube-fed rifle with a thinner barrel, decent wood and a good set of aperture sights has my eye. To this latter point, I find “peep” sights allow for tremendous practical accuracy without the weight of a scope and mounts, yet they also eschew the alignment imprecision that often goes hand-in-hand with buckhorns or folded steel sights.
One key to finding a great offhand plinker is to look for the phrase “sporter.” Through the generations, the term has defined guns designed to be used afield — i.e., picked up and shot. Winchester made its storied 52 in a “sporter” configuration (a gun perpetually on my “one day” list), and Browning still makes its excellent T-bolt rifle as a sporter.
The wood-stocked version of Springfield’s new 2020 Waypoint rimfire rifle also comes with an accuracy guarantee and a stated weight of 6 lbs., 3 oz. Truly, a “best of both worlds” deal.
Elsewhere, composite materials help to keep the weight down. I purchased my Bergara BMR not only because of the Spanish gunmaker’s well-established reputation but because it was light enough for me to heft even with a scope included.
With a user-adjustable trigger — currently set at 2.5 lbs. exactly — and capable of eye-popping groups from the bench, I don’t feel like I’m giving up much to the walnut-stocked, bull-barreled monsters of yore.
Many sporter-weight rimfire rifles feature simple sights often challenging to aging eyes, but (right) the aperture sight is a godsend on a small-caliber rifle, enabling high precision with hardly any additional weight.
Freedom of Choice
Our own Massad Ayoob recently wrote he didn’t like the finger grooves on the third-generation GLOCKs because he didn’t like a gun telling him how he needed to shoot it. The same goes for me with the weight of many .22 rifles — a gun telling me it needs to live on the bench isn’t usually one that’s fun for me to work with.
Sure, the long guns I’ve gravitated to might very well give up some accuracy at the 50-yard line and beyond. I don’t know how many dudes are winning rimfire matches with clapped out “department store” rifle. Regardless, there have been countless golf balls, shotgun shells, playing cards and wood chips obliterated by my ugly, dinged-up .22 and the slight impact shift between a hot and cold barrel doesn’t normally matter on targets I don’t need magnification to see.
Ironically, the older I get, the more time I seem to spend with designs historically positioned as youth rifles. That is, they’re lithe, simple and inexpensive. To me, the feats of marksmanship putting a smile on my face are those coming as a result of me using my own two eyes and hands to zap something just at the threshold of my vision. Almost always, I’m going to reach for a .22 rifle to scratch the itch.
If it’s been some time since you’ve gotten away from the bench rest, or if you’re the kind of shooter who has regarded any sort of .22 as a novelty, here’s your invitation — buy a svelte, light rimfire rifle. It probably won’t cost you very much and I bet you’ll immediately rediscover just how fun offhand shooting can be.
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