I shamelessly clipped this from Tom Kratman and farcebook a couple days ago. I thought it was a pretty good post. I have blogged a bit about “Battleships” in the past on my blog.
I shamelessly clipped this from Tom Kratman and farcebook a couple days ago. I thought it was a pretty good post. I have blogged a bit about “Battleships” in the past on my blog.
Elmer Keith’s shooting exploits were legendary. While most students of Keith are true believers of his sixgun prowess, some consider him to be full of bull $hit. How could a man be so beloved, be the impetus of the Pre-64 Winchester Model 70 rifle, the .338 Winchester Magnum, as well as the .44 and .41 Magnum cartridges, to name a few, and still be considered full of horse hooey by some?
Then there’s the debatable 600-yard mule deer shot — with a 6.5-inch .44 Mag, killing five jackrabbits with one shot at 100 yards, while on a full run, and finally, shooting flying fish, while in mid arc near Catalina Island, with his 4-inch .44 Magnum! I’ve discussed the two previous incidents in earlier articles; here, I’ll discuss the flying fish incident. I don’t see what the big deal is. If Elmer says he did it, it happened!
This story starts with two young Elmer Keith fans who met Keith at the Kalispell Outlaw Inn, where the Montana Weapons Collectors held their annual late winter gun show. A discussion about the show continued back in Keith’s room. Firing up a cigar and tipping back his famous Stetson, the topic shifted to gun shows in general. Which shows were the best and which ones weren’t worth your time?
The Great Western Gun Show came up, and his young fans enthusiastically described the show in detail. Keith asked his new young friends, “If you’re going down to the show this year, I’d like to tag along.” The starstruck fans were gobsmacked between the eyes! They couldn’t believe their good fortune — a road trip with Elmer Keith — all the way from Salmon, Idaho, where Elmer lived, to Los Angeles, California!
Anyone’s who’s ever attended this huge and colorful three-day event will testify this is not your standard, generic “guns on the table” kind of show. This is the kind of show that can only happen in Southern California. In addition to the several thousand guns and accompanying items, the entertainment value is both shocking and interesting.
It’s a mix of a large motion-picture set where the movie is a cowboy-and-Indian war, and a military and western museum, with living figures.
Coming at you and around you from all sides are men and women in full regalia, ranging from uniforms simulating the American Revolution, Civil War, with both North and South sides represented, Spanish American War, with soldiers sporting 30/40 Krag rifles, World War I Doughboys carrying Lee Enfield’s and Webleys and the many other different persuasions of World War II in an authentic array.
One of the young fans describes what it was like to visit Keith’s home in Salmon, Idaho, to pick him up. “It began with a touching front porch scene at the home of Elmer and his wife.
There, our traveling companion was saying goodbye to Lorraine. Romance writers would have deemed it a tender and touching scene. There stood the grizzled, hard, seen it all old cowboy in sharp, formal western attire. In front of him was a loving wife who repeatedly adjusted the suit lapels. This between a lot of not unwarm kissing, hugging and gazing into each other’s eyes.”
“Gently, she advised him to be careful. Take care of yourself. It looked as if we were dealing with a pair of love-struck teenagers and not an old married couple that been teamed up for some 56 years.”
“These two lovebirds, as we drove away, waved until they could no longer see each other. Mike was smiling broadly as we went east down the hill into Salmon. From there, the road would take us onto Highway 93, which headed through Southern Idaho.”
Not long into the drive south in his 1975 Cadillac Coupe de Ville, the subject of long-range and trick shooting came up. The fan recalls Elmer’s words, “We were fishing off the coast of California over around Catalina Island sometime in the late 1950s,” he recalled as if it was a week ago.
“There was a boatload of us, and some of the boys ribbed me about just what a man could do with a .44 Magnum pistol if he put his mind to it. I had gotten off a few rounds at sharks, which didn’t make much of an impression on this lot.”
“One of them remarked that I probably figured I could knock down a flying fish on the wing if I felt like it.”
“Well,” I said back, “I could probably do that.”
“Whaat?! Excuse me. Drop a flying fish with a pistol?”
The young fan stated, “From somewhere deep down in my innermost reaches, a pause button came on. I glanced in the rearview mirror where friend Mike had the same, “What is this (expletive deleted) nonsense,” doubting expression that I did. “Well, maybe a little too much Wild Turkey for our old buddy today? Elmer looked straight ahead, out over the desert landscape passing by, missing our suspicious countenances and the terrible ensuing let down we both felt.”
“He continued with this absurdity that might have fooled the newly disembarked pickle boat crowd.
“Well,” he slowly drawled, “I unleashed the Smith and Wesson, leaned back against something, I don’t exactly remember what, put the pistol between my knees and took a few shots out over the water to sort of get the range and feel of it.
“He seemed to be lost in thought for a few seconds and then continued, “The first one I dropped was out about 50 yards. Got him right in the arc. The next two were right around 60 yards. I could have gotten more, but figured the point had been made.
It was difficult shooting, but I did do it.” “Also,” he added, “I don’t like to take fish or game unless I use it for food.” A heavy silence enveloped the car’s interior portion. A silence so heavy and dead, I reckoned we could be had on a murder one rap. Things got awfully quiet for a while. Could it be that the skeptics were right? The rest of us believers had been hustled?”
“Again, glancing into the rearview mirror, I saw Mike slowly shaking his head in a frown of disbelief. A touch of doubt on our part tainted stories that ensued during the rest of the journey. Well, how else would you feel after hearing some comic book yarn like that? A great, knowledgeable old guy maybe, but it was time to just chalk up his shooting stories as clever works of fiction.
“Admittedly, there still were some intriguing accounts, especially the one about his British Columbia experience that got him placed on a 1928 cover of the American Rifleman magazine (more about that later), the African lion hunts and loads of talk on ultimate rifles, shotguns and handguns.”
The fan goes on to describe how they were treated like royalty as they were escorted through the fairgrounds to the main building by a pair of L.A. County Sheriffs, a security guard and a California Highway Patrolman, once they realized who their VIP passenger was. As they walked through the large east entrance door (after being assigned a special parking spot by security) people recognized Elmer by his big cowboy hat, waving and yelling his name.
Elmer was as human as the rest of us. He loved this kind of attention from fellow gun buffs. The waves and smiles from admirers were heartily returned.
Credible Conclusion
While they were being escorted to the Petersen table, somebody far off in the milling crowd could be heard yelling rather loudly, “Elmer!” “Hey, Elmer.” “Elmer, over here.”
Turning, they saw a man in a western hat and cowboy clothes coming hurriedly in their direction. Right off, they recognized Tommy Bish, a well-known writer on firearms and do-it-yourself gunsmithing.
There was a round of handshaking and backslapping between Keith and Bish. “How ya’ been?” “Whadda’ ya’ been doing? “Long time, no see!” Grinning broadly, Tommy addressed Elmer.
“Elmer, it is really good to see you. You know what happened? Just last night, a bunch of us were talking. I told them about how you took down those flying fish off Catalina Island with that pistol a few years back.” Elmer nodded yes, as both young fans were now smiling after Bish substantiated Elmer’s account of shooting flying fish!
We learned later that Bish had not seen or spoken with Elmer for several years. There was no way in the world a man of his or Elmer’s caliber would have cooked up some phony story about Elmer and the ocean shooting action.
By the Book
Most of my information and quotes come from Gene Brown’s book, Elmer Keith, The Other Side of a Western Legend available here. Brown discusses the trials and tribulations of collecting all of Keith’s books, before the advent of the internet, visiting Keith over the years and how he would even visit him in the nursing home after his stroke. For any true Keith fan, a warmly written, wonderful book giving you a peek into the life of the dean of all gun writers.

The situation here at home may be even more dire. While the counterculture of the 1960s helped to break a president and accelerate social divisions, the old political consensus that carried the nation through World War II remained mostly intact, continuing on until the end of the Cold War.
More than thirty years have passed since the collapse of the Soviet Union, but rather than waxing in confidence, we find ourselves brittle, unsure, and plagued by anxiety. The old consensus has disintegrated. And while this is celebrated by the radicalized fringe of both the left and right, there are unintended consequences on the horizon we can hardly fathom.
I said as much in a post from December of last year:
Many of us are troubled to see the rapid disintegration of the old consensus that carried the nation through WWII, the Cold War, and all the turbulence in between.
Surely it was a rare moment for America and the world—one we’ll never see again—but we’re still left with a crumbling dam holding back a terrible flood; if you can’t see it now, you never will. That consensus was holding together countless compromises, arrangements, and understandings as well as bearing the weight of more than 400 years of history.
Again, it was inevitable that the old consensus would break down, but unlike other periods, certain questions—the oldest and most fundamental—are again up for grabs. What America is and ought to be, what it means to be an American, are now open questions, and until they are resolved, no new consensus will emerge.
This is where we are.
My dialogue with Darryl Cooper, “American Ethnogenesis,” as well as our recent debate with Scott Greer and Ben Roberts (more on that later), touch on this problem.
For the United States to endure as a nation, a new national consensus must emerge. And just in case you misinterpret my sense of foreboding as a desire to return to the old consensus, let me say once and for all that I believe any attempt to restore the old postwar consensus is doomed to fail. Too much has changed—we have changed.
Now for those who might be confused, what I refer to as the “postwar consensus” is the near-unanimous support for the political and economic order that emerged during and after World War II that enabled the United States to retain its national character while embracing empire and global hegemony. This transformation gave rise to, among other things, a new monetary order, the military industrial complex, international intelligence, the modern administrative and welfare state, the “imperial” presidency, a revolution in civil rights, and the redefinition of citizenship.
For these complex systems to remain strong and effective, they had to have legitimacy and renovated moral underpinnings. This was no easy task, and there was resistance, but the new order ultimately succeeded and its power and authority was largely unchallenged for more than fifty years.
I spend a lot of time on this period, and I am always amazed at how familiar yet alien it seems. Just as it’s difficult to imagine able and confident statesmen crafting US foreign policy, it’s difficult to comprehend our country leading the world in K-12 public education, payrolls increasing by 32% during the course of a decade, or just three television channels delivering the “news” to 200 million Americans.
I sometimes have the same reaction to my own family, where my grandparents seem more distant in some ways than their parents.
Several days ago I was up late again, doing some reading, and my mind drifted to my granddad—one of the most confident and able men I’ve ever known. He tends to visit my thoughts more frequently now, and I find myself wishing I could talk to him…
Granddad was the first of his family to escape farming—the first one in centuries. He left it all behind when the getting was good, with all that postwar confidence swelling in his chest.
He never looked back. Not once.
I wonder how often he thought of his own grandfather as he was taking a slice. More than once, I suppose. They were both orphans.
But did he look to that man for some ghostly wisdom like I do now?
I can hardly imagine a country so buoyant and self-assured: neat rows of little houses with tidy lawns, a spacious family car, and a pile of kids—bowling for him on Tuesday, bridge for her on Thursday—a vacation in Hawaii, Dion on the radio, a man on the moon…
His own grandfather could have hardly dreamed of such a place, for he came to this country penniless and weather-beaten, a pistol in his belt and a bit of scribbled paper swallowed by his hat—the last traces of a father abandoned on the banks of the Mississippi.
That first orphan never knew Eden, just sweat, blood, and tears in a wild place. Hot suns, cold moons, and a pillar of fire off in the distance. He shot a man in the guts and was nearly lynched for his trouble. But even in wild places the Lord can show a little mercy.
The country was younger then, but it had already outgrown itself; a lot of anger, fear, and sickness in those days. He found it in every place, but he just pressed on—through the Indians, baldknobbers, and rustlers, until he found his own dusty spot. And there he built himself a life.
I’m not yet an orphan and I’ve never gone to the hanging tree, but the neat rows of little houses with tidy lawns I remember are now gone, and all the neighborhood kids have melted away. Tuesdays and Thursdays are for fretting, and Hawaii sags on the wall.
There’s no confidence in this country—just anger, fear, and that awful sickness. So far from Eden it’s now a wild place—just like the first one found it—redeemed only by sweat, blood, and tears, as the ghostly wisdom goes.
Once in a while I hear his whisper: even in wild places the Lord can show a little mercy.
Maybe this is a time of second chances, a time to build something new in a wild place… maybe there we will find that old confidence.

When we shoot from a bench rest, we’re usually sighting in a rifle or testing ammunition. When doing either, it’s important to get the best shot to shot results we can. The problem is that sustained recoil can negatively impact not only your shooting but also your enjoyment. There are some ways you can mitigate felt recoil when shooting from a bench rest, and these techniques become very important when you crawl behind a hard-kicking rifle.
The general consensus among firearms trainers is that most experienced adult shooters can withstand about 20 shots from a bench rest with a .30-06 Springfield rifle without experiencing excessive discomfort or a negative impact on accuracy and precision. The amount of free recoil energy the average .30-06 rifle with a scope will generate is right at about 20 foot-pounds. Of course, some rifles recoil much harder. A .338 Winchester Magnum can generate almost twice as much free recoil energy.
But it’s not always about free recoil energy.

Due to the configuration of some rifles and their lack of a soft butt pad, even lighter recoiling rifles can be uncomfortable to shoot, and too, everyone has different recoil tolerance levels.
Years ago, I purchased a Marlin 1895 Cowboy lever action rifle in .45-70 Government. Based on recoil calculations, that rifle recoiled with just a tad more than 20 foot-pounds of free recoil energy.
However, because of the way the rifle was configured with its thin hard plastic butt plate, it was painful to shoot from the bench. Shooting while standing offhand wasn’t bad at all, but after four or five shots off a bench with full-power loads, your eyes would start watering.

If you’re going to be doing a good bit of shooting from a bench rest with a rifle that has a bit of bite, try some of these techniques to help diminish that bite. Individually they all work, but by combining them you can usually make a rifle that’s no fun at all to shoot from a bench at least tolerable enough to allow you to test several loads and/or sight it in.
As soon as a rifle fires, it will begin moving to the rear. If there is a space between the rifle’s butt pad and your shoulder, that movement and impact will enhance recoil pain. This is especially true if the rifle does not have a soft butt pad.

Before you press the trigger, make sure the butt stock is snug against your shoulder—but be careful not to pull the rifle back into your shoulder forcibly. The stress of your muscles will make it more difficult to hold the rifle on target steady.

When most shooters get behind a rifle positioned on a bench rest, they tend to position the rifle as close to the bench as possible. If you do that and you’re about 6 feet tall, with most benches you will need to lean over to get low enough to place your shoulder on the rifle stock and your eye behind the sights. This position puts more of your body behind the rifle and when the rifle recoils your body will absorb—feel—more of the recoil because your body will not move easily to the rear.

The closer you can sit to an erect position when you shoot from a bench the less you will feel the punch on your shoulder. It more closely replicates shooting from a standing position. A gunsmith I know who builds dangerous game rifles built his test shooting bench high enough to shoot from while standing to limit felt recoil.
One of the easiest ways to limit the pain associated with recoil when shooting from a benchrest is to use a sissy pad. These are pads you strap on your shoulder to help mitigate recoil. Caldwell and PAST offer several versions—and they do work. Your range buddies might call you a sissy and rag on you for using one … but just ignore them.

Remember, the reason you’re shooting from a bench is to evaluate ammo or sight in your rifle, and both need to be accomplished with as much precision as possible. You don’t shoot from a bench rest to demonstrate your manhood.
When I am doing a lot of shooting from the bench with a rifle that has stiff recoil, I like to take the rifle strap and loop it firmly around the top front sandbag(s). This can tremendously reduce the reward force of the rifle during recoil, because the rifle must pull against the weight of the sandbag as it moves to the rear. If you’re using a real sandbag—filled with sand—as opposed to those filled with polymer pellets, this technique works like a lead sled.



The baffles inside a suppressor redirect and slow the gas produced when a rifle is fired. This, in conjunction with the weight a suppressor adds to the rifle, helps reduce free recoil energy, sometimes by more than 25 percent.

But when it comes to felt recoil, the reduction can seem even more. With big-bore, hard-kicking rifles, the reduction is very noticeable because big-bore rifles require big, heavy suppressors. For example, the Banish V46 V2 suppressor, which will work on 0.375- and 0.458-caliber rifles, weighs right at 1 pound.
The Caldwell Lead Sled is a mechanical rifle rest that has a cradle for your rifle’s forearm and a pocket for the butt stock. It’s adjustable and holds the rifle reasonably firmly. If you add one or more bags of lead shot to the undertray, it can eliminate a lot of felt recoil. The system, however, is not perfect because you are dramatically altering the way the rifle reacts to recoil … and this can alter your point of impact.

If you sight in your rifle with a lead sled, you should confirm your zero without it. Also, with extremely hard-recoiling rifles, the lead sled can strain the bedding of the rifle and, in some cases with extensive shooting, cause damage.
A lead sled still has application and is especially useful with new or young shooters who are very recoil sensitive, but if you properly employ the first five techniques a Lead Sled is not necessary.
All these techniques—individually or combined—can help you make hard kickers more tolerable to shoot. But even with these techniques, some rifles can still be uncomfortable. It’s not just the impact on your shoulder; it can be the sort of whiplash sensation applied to your neck.

One of the best things to do when shooting a heavy recoiling rifle is to shoot in moderation. A sustained pounding is what puts professional fighters on the canvas, and it does little to help you shoot your best.

If you use the internet as a source for recoil calculation, you’ll find various calculators you can plug data into to determine the recoil velocity, recoil energy and recoil impulse of a gun. Ironically, just as two shooters will experience the felt recoil of the same gun differently, these calculators will give you different results—they’ll be close but rarely identical.
But does it matter?
Not really, because none of these calculators will tell you exactly what it feels like to shoot a specific gun with a specific load. Still, because humans are conditioned to rate or score everything by numbers, we want a numerical answer to everything including how hard a gun will kick.
The Sporting Arms and Ammunition Manufacturers’ Institute (SAAMI) sets the specifications manufacturers follow when they make guns and ammo and is a great source for free recoil energy information.
According to SAAMI, the momentum of a free-recoiling firearm is equal and opposite in direction to the momentum of the bullet (or shot charge/slug and wad column) and the propellant gases. Because propellant gases are extremely difficult to weigh, SAAMI equates the propellant gas weight to the powder charge weight.
But SAAMI tempers the velocity of the propellent gases based on gun type. The way the different calculators express the velocity of propellent gases is one reason you’ll see different results from different formulas.
According to SAAMI, the formula for determining the free recoil energy (FRE) of a firearm can be expressed as:
where:
WF = weight of firearms in pounds
WE = weight (in grains of the ejecta—bullet or shot and wad column)
VE = velocity of the ejecta in feet per second
WPC = weight of projectile charge in grains
7000 = conversion factor for grains to pounds
VEƒ = velocity of the propellant gases (VE) multiplied by gun factor (ƒ)
where the value of ƒ =:
High Powered Rifle – 1.75VE
Shotguns (average length) – 1.50VE
Shotguns (long barrel) – 1.25VE
Pistols & revolvers – 1.50VE
Given this formula, a 7-pound high-powered rifle firing a 165-grain bullet with a powder charge weight of 40 grains at a muzzle velocity of 2,700 fps would have 18.26 foot-pounds of free recoil energy (FRE):
WF WE. VE WPC VE ƒ WF. FRE
7/(2×32.17) ((165*2700+40*(2700*1.75)/(7000*7))2=18.26 foot/pounds
I plugged this same data into three online recoil calculators, and the results were: 18.19, 18.2, 18.88, for an average of 18.42 foot-pounds for free recoil energy. You can take the time to work the formula, but that time will be mostly a waste because we’re all going to experience recoil force differently … at least by as much as the varied results provided by online calculators.
In the high-stakes landscape of 2026, Poland has emerged as the undisputed heavy-armor capital of Europe. Facing a volatile “Zero Line” to the east, Warsaw has executed a “Full-Stack” procurement strategy that many Western observers initially doubted: the simultaneous deployment of two world-class Main Battle Tanks (MBTs), the American M1A2 Abrams and the South Korean K2 Black Panther.


