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Banning so-called “assault weapons” has been the top priority of various gun-ban organizations, including so-called Everytown for Gun Safety, for the past few decades. After all, these “weapons of war” are truly “evil,” they say, and Americans would be much safer with a law saying nobody could own them.
It seems, however, that with the recent announcement by the U.S. Supreme Court that it would hear an “assault weapons ban” case next session, gun-ban groups just might be well aware that their sacred bans run afoul of the Constitution. Why else would they be so worried now that SCOTUS has agreed to take up such a case?
Everytown is throwing a fit — because they know the constitutional argument doesn’t favor them
Everytown is a prime example.
“Today, the United States Supreme Court granted certiorari in Viramontes v. Cook County and Grant v. Higgins, which involve reckless gun lobby challenges to Cook County, Illinois, and Connecticut laws restricting assault weapons — weapons that are frequently used in our nation’s deadliest mass shootings,” Everytown stated in a press release reacting to the announcement.
Janet Carter, managing director of Second Amendment litigation at Everytown Law, then jumped into the nuts and bolts of the half-truths the organization relies upon so heavily.
“Assault weapons cause massive devastation,” Carter said. “They are the weapons of choice for mass shooters. These laws are critical public safety measures, and they are consistent with the Second Amendment. Six federal appeals courts have rightly upheld assault weapon and large-capacity magazine laws, and we urge the Supreme Court to follow suit.”
32 million AR-15s means “common use” — full stop
Here’s the problem with Everytown’s argument — and why they’re worried they’ll lose before SCOTUS.
The Supreme Court in both the Heller and Bruen decisions ruled that the Second Amendment protects arms that are in “common use.” And the question of whether AR-15s and other semi-autos are in common use is easily answered.
According to the National Shooting Sports Foundation, there are more than 32 million AR-15s and other guns considered “assault weapons” by gun-ban advocates in private hands in the United States. Obviously, that’s in “common use.”
Rifles account for 3% of homicides — AR-15s are a subset of that 3%
On a more practical level, so-called “assault weapons” account for a miniscule number of murders in the United States each year. According to FBI statistics, rifles of all kinds are used in only about 3% of homicides by firearms, and AR-15s and other semi-auto rifles are only a subset of that 3%.
Handguns cause most gun homicides — but nobody’s calling for handgun bans anymore
Of course, handguns are used in the vast majority of murders by violent criminals, but you don’t hear the gun-ban groups calling for a sweeping handgun ban. That’s largely because most Americans don’t support such a ban, a fact that the anti-gun group Brady knows all too well.
Brady used to be called Handgun Control, Inc., with its main emphasis on trying to ban private ownership of handguns throughout the country. When it became apparent that the public vehemently disagreed with their stance, they not only changed their emphasis, but even had to change their name to try to become acceptable to the masses.
When Brady gave up on handguns, gun-banners pivoted to AR-15s
When they gave up on banning handguns is when gun-banners turned their sights to so-called “assault weapons,” despite the unarguable fact that they are very, very seldom used for criminal purposes. Ultimately, gun-banners want to ban something, and the AR-15 and similar rifles are the latest target.
Everytown Panics as SCOTUS Takes Up AR-15 Ban Cases
If the SCOTUS case goes our way next session, it will be yet another loss in a long list of anti-gun defeats. Maybe, they’ll just pack up, go home, and leave America’s lawful gun owners alone as we head into America’s next 250 years.
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Glory By Will Dabbs, MD
Here we see an American boy in his natural habitat.
This is the way we were all designed to be raised.
I get to indulge in a little fiction from time to time. I do love it so…
Malcolm Mabry’s was a hard life. It is invariably difficult being a 12-year-old boy. Testosterone is a toxin, and it is painful building up that initial tolerance. And then there was Misti.
Misti was his 15-year-old sister. She was mere weeks away from her sixteenth birthday. Then she would be able to drive. Misti reminded Malcolm of this fact constantly, quietly infuriating him. Despite the three-year age difference, he was hands-down the more responsible of the two.
The Mabry kids were homeschooled. That brought its own challenges. Malcolm’s parents held fairly traditional values. They didn’t even have cable TV. Malcolm spent his free time exploring the wilderness and drawing. He likely could have been content with that had Misti not kindly pointed out how secluded, mistreated, and put upon they both were. Her attitude was corrosive.
Both kids had friends through church, but most of those friends went to real school. As a result, they seldom had anyone over. They lived twelve miles from town on a secluded farm. They called it a farm, but it was really just a big stand of timber. They had considered chickens, but Misti had put her foot down. She was not going to live in a place that raised chickens. Malcolm’s parents weren’t exactly sold on the idea, anyway, so they let her win that one.
Malcolm’s mom was a disciplined woman. They did school according to a rigid daily schedule. That meant starting early and running late. The farm was their playground, science lab, and food source. They harvested game in the woods and caught fish in the pond that served as their backyard. They didn’t need wild stuff to live—Malcolm’s dad had a good job. However, his parents wanted the kids to have those skills. Misti pushed back at absolutely every opportunity.
The past Christmas had been epic. Malcolm had gotten a rifle—a Ruger 10/22 with a Tasco scope. He was thrilled to get it. Misti got a cell phone. It was a hand-me-down from her mom, but it had service. That phone was Misti’s ticket to freedom. She lived on the accursed thing. Malcolm’s parents consoled themselves with the realization that it was going to happen eventually anyway.
Every day, they ate lunch, did an hour of math, and then took a break. Misti invariably spent hers on her phone. At 1:30 sharp, Malcolm took what he called an explore. He would slip into his mud boots and wander the farm, just being a boy. An hour later, he came back sweaty and tired. That was the point.
The 10/22 really is America’s utility gun. Most shooters start out on such a piece.
He had done this for years. When he was a little kid, he carried a knife, the edge of which his dad had ground down in the workshop. When he got a little older, he graduated up to a BB gun and then a pellet rifle. Ever since Christmas, he had been authorized to pack his .22. Malcolm’s dad had been in the Army and impressed upon him what a weighty responsibility this was. Malcolm took that responsibility seriously.
Malcolm and his dad hunted together with some regularity. He had already killed two deer, a turkey, and a bunch of squirrels. His mom called squirrels tree rats and reviled them on principle. However, they still ate whatever they shot. Malcolm’s dad would not tolerate anything less.
Malcolm once came home boasting of having shot a turtle. His dad listened patiently to the story and then gently explained that taking life was a big deal and something that should never be done frivolously. The point was made without bruising Malcolm’s feelings unduly. From that point forward, he only shot stuff he would eat or venomous snakes. Venomous snakes were always fair game.
Malcolm’s dad was at work, and his mom was in town buying groceries. When the school clock read 1:30, Malcolm was rabid to get outside. Misti’s company had become extra-tiresome. His explore was incongruously both invigorating and exhausting. After around fifty minutes, he broke through the treeline surrounding his house and was surprised to see an unfamiliar vehicle.
There was a beat-up white van parked some twenty yards from the house with the back doors askew. Malcolm had left the garage door open. More curious than alarmed, he watched as a tall man with a shaved head emerged from the garage carrying his dad’s chainsaw. The man put the saw in the back of the van and then went back into the garage. Moments later, he emerged again, this time carrying his mother’s microwave
The Ruger 10/22 rifle is the most popular rimfire rifle in the world. More than five million copies are in circulation.
That’s when he remembered. This same man had shown up unannounced at the front door the week prior, claiming to be a handyman. Malcolm’s mom had sent him on his way, rightfully claiming that they had no work for him. However, that evening over dinner, she admitted that the guy gave her the creeps.
Malcolm, for his part, had no idea what to do. Then the man came out again. This time, he was carrying Misti.
Malcolm could see that his sister was struggling. Her hands and ankles were bound with black duct tape, and there was another piece over her mouth. She looked terrified.
He saw the man toss Misti roughly into the back of the van and reach to close the back doors. Malcolm dropped down onto one knee and formed a support with his left hand against a sapling, just as his dad had taught him. The boy steadied the rifle and studied the scene through the scope.
Malcolm’s heart was leaping out of his chest, but he was a hunter. He knew how to manage that. He could now see the tattoos on the man’s bald head clearly. For the briefest, tiny moment, the man stood erect and motionless after shutting the van doors. Malcolm placed the crosshairs over his ear, raised the sight about two inches to account for the distance, punched off the safety, and squeezed the trigger.
There was no noise. For a moment, Malcolm thought the gun had misfired. However, the big man crumpled behind the van as though hit with a sledge. Malcolm snapped the safety back on and pulled himself to his feet before tearing down the hill toward the van, the man, and his sister.
Malcolm would later explain that everything had unfolded too quickly for much conscious thought. The local sheriff sympathized. A week later, Malcolm Mabry was the most famous 12-year-old on Planet Earth.
Here are the members of this 22 exclusive club, the countries that Britain hasn’t invaded (and that should maybe be a little wary now):
Andorra
Belarus
Bolivia
Burundi
Central African Republic
Chad
Congo, Republic of
Guatemala
Ivory Coast
Kyrgyzstan
Liechtenstein
Luxembourg
Mali
Marshall Islands
Monaco
Mongolia
Paraguay
Sao Tome and Principe
Sweden
Tajikistan
Uzbekistan
Vatican City
“TATE001”
That’s the official serial number of what appears to be the first legally registered 9mm potato silencer, according to a Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives (ATF) registration form obtained by The Reload. It’s registered to a man named Zach Clark, who said he pulled off the feat as an act of defiance against the National Firearms Act (NFA).
“It’s a good way to highlight to normal people that like, ‘Yeah, this is dumb,’” Clark told The Reload. “This whole law is kind of dumb.”
The spud suppressor may be the most remarkable result of the NFA tax cut enacted at the beginning of the year as part of President Donald Trump’s One Big Beautiful Bill, which made the cost of registering suppressors $0 and opened up the floodgates.
The ATF saw more NFA electronic registration requests on New Year’s Day than at any time in its history. The lower cost of compliance, combined with a recently-digitized process, has made new kinds of suppressors–including disposable or even meme designs–more viable than before.
“The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF) informed NSSF that on Thursday, January 1, 2026, alone, an unprecedented surge in e-Forms submissions were being processed,” the National Shooting Sports Foundation, the gun industry’s trade group, said last week. “That total was approximately 150,000 e-Forms.
For an eye-popping comparison, last year, ahead of the $200-to-$0 tax change, typical daily volume on e-Forms for suppressors, SBRs and SBSs would hover closer to around 2,500.”
While the NFA requires registration of all sound-suppressing devices that attach to a gun barrel to be registered with the ATF, it provides a process for people to register their own homemade designs.
In the same way that somebody buying a suppressor from a store would have to fill out an NFA registration form and get the ATF to approve it before taking possession of the device, a home builder has to submit their intent to build one and get approval before actually constructing the device.
Clark went through that process with his potato suppressor design. He said he made sure to keep potatoes out of his house while he waited to hear back from the ATF.
“As of this moment, I have the serialized washer, and I have the potato, but I haven’t put it together,” he told The Reload. “There’s a manufacturing buffer on that from approval; you have to wait. Plus, that’s a whole thing of like, what is your manufacturing intent? Does it count when you’ll buy the potato? Is it having any potato in your house? Any potato products?”
While Clark’s registration effort is something of a troll, gun-rights lawyer Matt Larosiere noted it isn’t entirely a laughing matter.
“The terms ‘firearm silencer’ and ‘firearm muffler’ mean any device for silencing, muffling, or diminishing the report of a portable firearm.
So, the definition is pretty broad with respect to a silencer itself, as opposed to the definitions covering silencer parts,” Larosiere, who has dealt with many NFA registrations over the years, told The Reload. “We can see this going way back to ATF’s precursors deeming the XM177 moderator a ‘silencer,’ even though it barely reduced muzzle report.
On the other hand, we’ve seen ATF consistently take the position in determination letters and when giving expert testimony, that a pillow or potato, when used ‘for’ diminishing the report of a firearm, are in fact ‘silencers.’”
Larosiere said it doesn’t really matter how significant the noise reduction is, either. What matters is whether the “device” is for reducing the noise or not.
Which is relevant because Clark isn’t the first person to have the idea of strapping a potato to the end of a gun in order to suppress the sound of gunfire. At least a few YouTube accounts have tested whether spuds can effectively silence gunshots, with unimpressive results, including a test by licensed manufacturer SilencerCo.
(It’s not clear whether those potatoes were officially registered with the ATF or not.)
Additionally, there is some history of people misusing potatoes as suppressors in the real world. There have been several cases where people have attempted to use improvised potato silencers in crimes, with one case wrapping up as recently as last year.
One incident was reportedly inspired by a Hollywood depiction of a potato suppressor in season four of The Wire.
Some lawmakers have also warned that the ATF’s interpretation of what constitutes a silencer is overly broad and could include potatoes. In 2022, Republican Congressman Daniel Webster warned, “anyone with a potato in their home could be committing a felony” in a newspaper piece.
Clark said that history was on his mind when he decided to submit his potato silencer registration just after the ball dropped on New Year’s Day.
“This seems to be what the ATF has run with historically,” he said. “Anything you could put on the end of the device that could, even if it’s only a single time, suppress the noise of a gunshot, they consider that an NFA item. It’s very similar to how you get the goofy historical samples of a rubber band or a shoelace being considered a machine gun, right?”
He reasoned that if he could be arrested for having an unregistered potato silencer, then it must be possible to register one as well.
“There was definitely some precedent to it. And, you know, and the argument is, if you can arrest me for possessing a potato suppressor, and I’m constitutionally allowed to have a potato suppressor if I go through the process, then I should constitutionally be allowed to register a potato.”
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Just like my day so far…..
So let me start off with the great news! Seeing as that the overwhelming number of folks that love and use guns. Are some of the kindest, friendliest and helpful folks that I have ever had the privilege to know.
As they are almost always open to having helped and encourage this old fart to become a better man and shot. To them I want to say thank you and it has been an honor to have been around you. As to those other folks, well the least said the better I guess.So where to start?
I guess that I should mention my Father and my Mom’s Dad. As they were the ones to infect me with a long slow burning love of guns and shooting. Seeing that I really did not have any hobbies besides reading. Plus my Dad was afraid that I might get into drugs or some nonsense.So one day back in the mid 1960’s. As my folks were driving me home from school. And yes there were schools back then even in California! I noticed a long brown cardboard box in the back of our Volks Wagon Bug. With the large printed word of Ithaca on it.And so started my saga. Now I won’t lie about how I was able to hit the target at 300 yards with this single shot 22.Because frankly I was a really rotten shot to tell the truth. But like all things worthwhile in life with a lot of practice, some good coaching from Dad and my Grandfather. I very slowly started to get the hang of things. But it took a very long time to get my shit together,But let us leave that and move along smartly. My first experience with a pistol was with an Italian reproduction of a Colt Navy that fired a 36 caliber chunk of lead.With a lot of smoke, fire thrown on for good measure. Again I was not very good at first, Seeing that I could not have hit the broad side of the Pacific Ocean on a good day.But not let us belabor the fact. Anyways during this time was the tail end of the really Golden Age of Guns here in California. Seeing that there were a lot of gun shows and a LOT of well stocked Gun Shops. The only problem being that it seemed that I was always broke.But I was able to get some nice toys. One that stuck in my mind was a Winchester Model 94 that my dad & I “bought” together from now get this Sears! Yes back in the bad old days of Politically Incorrect. That Sears actually sold guns!And this is what happens when you do stupid stuff!
The thing about this rifle was for a 8 year old boy was the stout recoil. Which frankly was a huge surprise to me and my Grandfather.For him at least he was a shotgun and 22 rifle man. Which because he owned a nursery in Northern San Diego County came in mighty handy. As the place was just over running with Rabbits, hares and grey squirrels. That and it was a really rural area around the small town called Rainbow.Anyways I was dumped down there as I think my folks wanted some down time from me. So I was allowed to use Grandpa’s single shot 410 shotgun. If my mind is still working right now as I write this weird story. It had the words New England on it and the rest had worn off.
Anyways I am still amazed that they actually trusted me enough for a 14 year old boy to wander around the place after it closed at 5. The only rules being were to not shoot toward Highway 395 or waste ammo.
Otherwise it was a free fire zone for me and I like to think that I put a fair dent in the varmint population over the years down there. But Grandpa sadly died and then my so-called Uncle* ran the business into the ground and that closed that chapter of my life.
* I think he was dropped on his head when he was born. That or Grandpa had tied one on before he was conceived. That & I refuse to acknowledge him as my Uncle. Yes I hold some grudges.
BUT LET US MOVE ON!!!
It was also at the Nursery that I got two of the best presents that a boy like me would’ve gotten. One was a Copy of the book Mr. Rifleman by Colonel Townsend Whelen USA. From my favorite, Uncle Max and my lovely Aunt Doris during Christmas 1969. 
If you do get a chance to get a copy of this book. I most highly recommend getting it, As the Colonel is a master wordsmith.That and every time I reread it I learn something new. Which might tell you it’s either a great book or that I am still mighty slow in learning things.
The other gift was when my Dad and his father Morris bought me a Winchester Model 121 in 22 Long Rifle.
Because that rifle taught me more about getting a good sight pattern and how to squeeze the trigger than any other rifle has. If one has a chance to buy one. I can tell you it will be money well spent. But let us move on.
Now most of my life at the time was my struggle to get thru school and hopefully go to college. But my Dad did his best for me and would take me to the Pasadena Police range and crank off a few rounds.
It is a pity that the city closed it down in the late 70’s. As it was a well thought out and run range. Where I learned a lot about attention to detail and self discipline.Plus I got to spend some serious time with my Dad who was suffering thru a lot of health problems.
Now I am going to skip over College and the Army. Seeing that it was all a big blur to me. But do have to say this about the Green Machine.
In that it knocked most of the shit out of my head. I also found that I had muscles that I didn’t even know existed. Also your hair can hurt if you are properly motivated. But I was never as good in shape as I was when I was in.
I also got to meet some great folks that I never would’ve met otherwise. I also got to see what real leadership looked like. That and I go to see how the real world works.
I also found that I really liked the M-16, The Pig (The M-60).
Ma Deuce (M2, HMG) 
and the Grease gun. 
All in all, my Wise Dad was right about a few things about the service. In that the more you put into it the more you get out of it. Also the Army will make a good man better and a bad man worse.
Ma Deuce (M2, HMG) and the Grease gun. All in all, my Wise Dad was right about a few things about the service. In that the more you put into it the more you get out of it. Also the Army will make a good man better and a bad man worse.But then that man pissed out more brains than I ever will have!! So I could not have asked for a better man for the job of being my Father.
Then I had to get a job and somehow fell into Teaching in the Juvenile Hall Court Schools in Los Angeles. “Yes just because your in jail does not mean you get out of going to school”
Where frankly I had a ball there. Now I don’t know if I taught my thugs anything but I sure had fun! Strangely enough, I still miss my students. Seeing that I never had a bad class while serving there for some reason.
Now for the great news in that the pay was really good and I finally could go out and start building my Gun collection.
One of the first guns that I picked up was a S&W Model 29 with a 6 inch Barrel. 
Now like most red blooded men of my generation. I had seen all of the Dirty Harry films and was convinced that it would kick like a mule.
Now like most red blooded men of my generation. I had seen all of the Dirty Harry films and was convinced that it would kick like a mule.Now for me at least that turned out to be a pile of whale manure. Seeing that if one had a good solid grip with it. I would have no real problem cranking off a couple of rounds and have a decent pattern too. I am just really sorry that I had to sell it because of a marital problem.
Which I won’t bore you with. (As I now have the World’s Greatest Wife and I am amazed that we have been married now for over 16 years. God REALLY does move in strange and mysterious ways!!)
But let us move on and talk about guns!
But let us move on and talk about guns!I also discovered that I must be cursed or something. As I began to buy quite a few Colt 1911’s and found that they were nothing but trouble for me. And I mean every one of them were a pain in the ass for me. Starting from WWII Surplus 1911’s , a Colt Combat Commander then a mid 1960’s 1911 and even a Colt Gold Cup. Every one of them gave me nothing but trouble.
Even when folks let me try their 1911’s that worked great from them but the curse would follow me.
What with stove piping, failure to cycle, new barrels quickly becoming s smooth bore etc etc. Yeah I know !! But I generally used some better ammo like the Sellier & Bellot , Federal and even CCI with these clunkers.
That and I am convinced that I sent my Gunsmiths kid thru college. What with all the times that I came to see if a miracle could be produced with all the 1911’s that I turned in to be fixed.
(Also I should mention that I earned my Expert Pistol Badge with the Army too. But it took 3 different pistols to earn it at Camp Roberts during one very long hot day.)
So I was on the verge of giving up on the 45 ACP. But the Big Guy upstairs decided to cut me some slack. For some reason a brand new Sig Sauer P220 was up for sale at Lock Stock & Barrel over on Rosemead Blvd in Pasadena. Somehow & I don’t remember how but the really nasty owner was willing to do a lay a way with me.
After 2 months and having gone through the purgatory of California gun requirements / rigmarole. I was the proud owner of a P220. Where upon it & I promptly after school ended that we roared over to the local indoor pistol range in Monrovia.
Now I would not blame you if you cast doubt on what I am going to say. But here goes! After setting things up. I sent the target out about 25 feet away. Pulled the slide back and released it. Then I let fly a round at it.
Frankly, I could not believe what I saw. As I had hit the x in the x ring squarely which I had almost never had before for me. Okay I thought it was a lucky shot right? Nope. As I then proceeded to literally put the entire magazine inside the 10 ring.
As you can guess by now. I REALLY fell in love with this Swiss/German bullet projector!! Then things got better as I took it home and began to field strip it and give it a well earned cleaning.
Now if you have had the misfortune of never dealing with a P220. Let me tell you compared to, oh say, the 1911. It is just a wonderful pistol to clean. None of this messing with the barrel bushing, watching the recoil spring disappear into the twilight zone or pulling the slide release out.
There is none of this my friends. All one has to do is clear the action, pull the slide back in the locked position, take out the magazine. Then you just have to move the switch on the side of the lower receiver. Then just pull the slide off.
Then just tap the barrel and out it comes. Carefully compress the spring and out come with the barrel guide. Then wipe everything down with break free cleaning fluid and then just do everything I just told you in reverse.
Bottom line – I can get the whole pistol done with no rush in about say 10 minutes?
My Son Willie b.t.w. can do it even faster but he is such a show off. But what can one expect with a kid that’s a Lawyer with an MBA & who has only 3 jobs. He is such a lazy kid!
But let us move on!
Now try cleaning in that amount of time with say, a Broomhandle Mauser or a P08 Luger. Which can be a real nightmare if the gun does not like you! 
Yes guns have feelings and God help you if your firearm decides that it does not like you in a firefight.
Yes guns have feelings and God help you if your firearm decides that it does not like you in a firefight.But I still think that both of these pistols are REALLY neat and very evil looking. 
But I also found that they are also very temperamental and not very accurate. However both are great safe queens and investments.
But I also found that they are also very temperamental and not very accurate. However both are great safe queens and investments.Think I am kidding? Just go look thru oh say Guns America and check out the prices. As you will be looking at a price tag of thousands of dollars just for a beat up shooter.
Machine Guns
Thanks to the Green Machine / 1/18th US Cavalry.
I was able to fire a M-16 several times on full auto and was able to hit almost nothing with it. Big surprise huh? Since the gun was not really designed by Mr Stoner to do that.
Unless of course a horde of barbarians are rushing your position and your claymore mines did not go off in time. Then switching your M 16 to fun mode i.e. full auto / Rock & Roll will come in mighty handy.
I was also able to fire St John of Browning’s masterpiece. The Ma Deuce, which is an awesome weapon IF you have it properly mounted on a tripod. As it is extremely heavy and if you try and do a Rambo with it.
Since in my experience you are not going to hit squat from what I learned about it at Camp Ripley. (Where the Army failed in trying to teach me on how to ski.) I give it an A++ Grade
The M-60 MG – Now this weapon also is really heavy & I still don’t know how those guys in Vietnam were able to hump this beast in that heat and humidity. BUT if you keep it and your ammo belts clean. You are really going to clean somebody’s clock!!! I give it a B++ grade!
The only problem is the barrel as one can really heat it up when you fire long bursts. So you have to swap barrels fairly often. But if you don’t have that Asbestos Glove on your person. Then get ready for some serious burns.
The M-3 “Grease Gun” Now I was really lucky as our Squadron was going to turn in theirs. So of course we took them up to the National Training Center and shot off all the 45 A.C.P. ammo that we had squirreled away over the years.
Granted it is not a very impressive weapon to gaze upon. BUT do not be fooled!! As I found this WWII Veteran to be a gun of beauty. As it was light, simple, rugged, accurate and VERY reliable!!
In other words if God forbid I had to go into a gunfight tomorrow. I would be just delighted to be issued one of these great weapons. I would give it a grade of A++
The Thompson Sub Machine Gun If one is ever in Las Vegas and have some spare time. There are several indoor ranges that rents Machine Guns to shoot. So care to guess who went to one? Yep, Where I was allowed for about $100 to fire off a full magazine of 45 A.C.P.
The Thompson Sub Machine Gun If one is ever in Las Vegas and have some spare time. There are several indoor ranges that rents Machine Guns to shoot. So care to guess who went to one? Yep, Where I was allowed for about $100 to fire off a full magazine of 45 A.C.P.Now the first thing I noticed is how HEAVY this S.M.G. was. Seeing as that almost everything about it was made out of machined steel. Which frankly this makes for one mighty tough gun. As you could probably drove a tank over it and it would still function.
Also when you fire it off, I was really surprised by how much fire came out of the barrel. The other thing that was at least for me was that it shot up and to the right.
So I did the trick that my Dad the former Army Drill Sgt / Survivor of the Korean War told me. I.E. One tickles the trigger so that one will have short bursts. If you do that then you can get some fairly impressive patterns for a machine gun.
So I would have to give this weapon a B- due to its weight. Seeing that I would hate to have to carry one on a route march. But I would be very happy with it if somebody is trying to harm me or my loved ones!
Move later Grumpy