It seems that on every free-floated hand guard review I’ve written, reader Tex300BLK has weighed in strictly to ask me when I was going to test the BCM KMR rail. So I forwarded his comments to the fine folks at BCM and asked real nicely. They happily responded and asked me for my address and a few short days later, I had a 13″ KMR rail on my doorstep . . .
When we last left off with Part 1 of the Leghorn Calamity, I’d looked up at the sound of a crash to watch as our Polaris Ranger Crew assumed an orientation other than horizontal. I immediately shucked my knife and gloves, and started at a dead sprint towards the downed Ranger. While I found a gear that I hadn’t used since my college track and field days, I remember thinking that I had nothing in the way of first aid supplies, my phone was dead, and the nearest medical attention was nearly 45 minutes away . . .
Gas blocks for the AR 15 come in a variety of different flavors. From the venerable A2 style to adjustable types to the ones with a Picatinny rail on top. The world is your oyster when it comes to the type you desire, but the lightweight low profile gas block seems to be all the rage. It should be functional, minimalist, and as light as possible. Oh, and it shouldn’t impede the installation of a free floated hand guard in any way..
About a week ago, I experienced a range of emotions unlike anything else I’ve ever felt whilst hunting. Frustration at watching a guy I respect a lot miss some shots that appeared to be well within his skill level. Happiness at finally getting to sit in my new blind. Relief at watching my coworker and friend emerge under his own power from a mangled wreck of machinery. And utter contempt for the same friend several hours later when he locked me out of my own truck . . .
Like a lot of Texans, I hate pigs. I doubt I hate them more than the farmers and ranchers that have their land and fences destroyed by the porcine infestation. To this point, the Kee ranch has managed to avoid the pig problem, save for a few very rare sighting over the years. But now we’re in full-on invasion mode. And thanks to the fine folks at Stealth Cam, I have some juicy footage of what we’re dealing with…
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have seen the promised land of shooting ranges. I was there all day yesterday with the guys from Tac-Con, and I’m smitten. Imagine for a second, tactical bays out to 100 yards as far as the eye can see. Pistol bays that stretch still further. A 1000-yard range with wind flags each 100 yards along the way. Trap. Skeet. And even sporting clays. Folks, I give you . . .
I’ve been out in Phoenix since Monday hanging with a bunch of other new media types and the guys from Tac-Con, manufacturers of triggers that got a bunch of press and notoriety a few months back when they released their 3MR trigger. The 3MR sports a traditional semi-automatic position along with a third mode that featured an extraordinarily short reset allowing very quick follow up shots. They haven’t been sitting around since that release and are now working on a trigger called the 241 (two for one, geddit?). To quote our illustrious and eloquent vice president, “This is a big f*cking deal” . . .
We’ve broken for lunch after a morning of shooting with the guys at Tac-Con, makers of AR trigger groups. They’ve debuted some new products, modified some of their existing lineup, and reduced prices. I’ve managed to burn through a few hundred rounds this so far, watched an AK nearly catch fire, and started the formation of some opinions . . .
Nothing has ever made me feel more like the stereotypical blogger than angrily opening my laptop, connecting to the intertubes and furiously airing my grievances to the world. Double points for using a grainy cell phone photo as an illustration. But sometimes, stupidity demands to be highlighted . . .
As you read this, I’m sitting on an airplane headed west towards Phoenix to spend a few days at the range with the people from Tac-Con to see what they’re up to, blow off some rounds, and generally have a good time out in the desert. In case you’ve been buried under a rock for the last year, let get you up to speed . . .
Those of you who don’t live in south Texas or the southwest in general are really missing out on some good Mexican food. More specifically, good Tex-Mex. There’s nothing quite like breakfast tacos on an early Saturday morning. My favorite being barbacoa with an icy cold Big Red. And yes, this is a going to be about guns. I’m getting there . . .