Matt.Cross

You're so needy...

As much as this pains me, I have been summoned and must summarily pass judgement. Being that enablement and the inevitable condition of bankruptcy are the foremost values we promote here, I hereby rule in favor of Dirk. Do pass along your review of the item in a timely manner, please.

Oh yeah, you're also really good at throwing something I've said back at me at a moment where it's ironically hilarious.... I think that's what you did when I referred to you as... well, you know...

LOL... I don't remember either Doc, but I remember how bad I was hurting from how much I'd been laughing. It was probably something you said that made me lose control all over again.... Good times! You have a way with the off-the-cuff one liners!

Thursday - March 17th 4:00am EST I rolled out of bed, having had a solid 2 hours of sleep after preparing for the trip by doing laundry late into the night. Having put my gear and suitcase in the truck the night before, I threw my clothes on and headed to the airport. On this trip my case wasn't TSA inspected, which is both unusual and lucky for me, because I tossed a hundred rounds or so of boxed 200gr subsonic .308 ammo in there just for a SDTF demonstration. I didn't particularly care if it got tossed, because it was dirt cheap and not a necessity. Turns out it didn't matter anyways, my case went straight to the plane. When I arrived in PHX, I walked straight from the plane to the luggage office, and from the luggage office straight to my ride with barely any wait whatsoever. Kim was there to pick me up along with her daughter Rita, and son Ephram, all of whom are extremely cool. I hadn't spent much time with Rita or Ephram, but we got really well acquainted over the weekend, which was an odd mixture of exciting, hilarious, terrifying, and damaging to my delicate psyche. They're my kind of warped, and I love 'em dearly for it. So I rolled in about 10:00am on Thursday and we rolled out towards the Casa De Pain, planning the day or so of prep that had already been arranged for Thursday. Little did I know that "Mr. Shiny Objects" had already decided to capitalize on his chance to gain an extra day in the dirt by leaving for camp on Thursday evening... So shortly before sundown on Thursday, we had camp set up and a few choice targets ready, and Tom made us an excellent supper on his fancy new camp kit. Friday - March 18th ~7am CMT I woke up to the sound of Tom and JB Matt fervently hoping to cold-bore the Mile. I'll tell ya right now, for all the smack that got talked before the shoot about how the Mile is "Old Hat", that Mile target laughed off it's fair share of near misses before it's luck ran out and it sucked up 200 grains of 300 Win Mag anger. Breakfast followed the Mile action, and the pistol course got set up as did the remainder of the rifle targets. We've got 100,~200,~300,~450,~650, ~720 yard IPSC silhouettes scattered across the desert floor for the rifle action, as well as some various small gongs at around 250. The rifles get broken out of the Pelican case, this year I focused on spending quality time with the MA TEN, and the Tikka 6.5 Creedmoor. We settled into all the usual comfortable shooting shennanigans until sundown, when the targets at distance got backlit for the usual nighttime fun. A few stragglers, mostly the usual suspects (locals and whatnot) had also rolled in by then. I decided that a nighttime demo of 200gr subsonic 308 ammo would be a great way to ding some close-range targets, and I spent a little bit of time reveling in how quiet that OPS INC 12th suppressor makes a subsonic round, and the contrasting noise of the 100 yard plate registering some subsonic 308 anger. It was awesome to see the enthusiasm that got generated by the demo, as well as witnessing the inherent need to want to giggle when the guests that got in on the fun got behind the gun to enjoy the Hollywood suppressor effect. Great times, got about 3 people working on reverse engineering subsonic 308 rounds to replicate the load. If I'm lucky, I may never have to buy subsonic 308 again.... I'll test you guys 308 subs completely free of charge, just for the record. After all the shooting tapered off a bit, we all engaged in some fireside fun and relaxation, and everybody went to bed at a fairly reasonable time, which worried me a little... but OK. More to come....

Affirmative. New couch, more comfortable. If the cats don't make ribbons out of it before Fall Shoot, it'll be awesome!

I left my whole stash of subsonic with Scuba Steve. If you end up needing some, you can check with him. I also gave some to Tom to reverse engineer....

Running a lighter buffer won't really help that, it'll just create another issue to solve once your gas port issue is resolved. If your gas port is undersized, it's pretty easy to remedy.

Look again brother, there's a Nomex suppressor cover on there.... That's some straight up MA TEN action right there!

I won't wander as much as a drill bit will, but you'll still end up oversized...

Welcome from NC.

Date formats vary by country of origin. Americans tend to be familiar with and use month/day/year, whereas in Europe and other such places, day/month/year isn't uncommon. So our friend is correct, outside the US 308 Day could also be celebrated on August 30th. And why shouldn't we celebrate it as often as possible anyway? Twice a year is twice as good as once annually....

Fantastic! Now just toss a couple in front of Tom while I do the dirty work!

I know someone who can do that! Everyone check their pockets for a shiny objects....

Well he definitely had the "Bore" part right... *yawn*

You're exactly right, which is why I didn't....

Well well well... So much for "old hat", huh? I had a suspicion there was some hyperbole in play....

that's what.... oh, never mind....

Oh yes. Kids don't need a college fund, soda crackers and creek water will get me by just fine.....

Dang skippy!

I made only this claim.... So you see, the nature of MY claim was regarding what my shooting skills LACK. With that said, I'll gladly burn your ammo shooting for a 1-mile hit. Smiling with every round sent downrange....

I'll be the very first to admit, I got nothing for a mile. Out of all the attempts I made on the Fall trip, I got one 'maybe' hit. Heck, I'm not even proficient at 1,000 yet, although the Tikka makes it easier.... You got all the mile skills in this duo, I won't even kid about that.

Oh no, not by a long shot, as a matter of fact AND definition, you haven't done this by a mile. You placed 1 (and only 1) shot as intended. Demonstrating control over the shot placement requires a second shot (at minimum) to establish repeatability. So when it comes to proving your point you've actually literally missed it by a mile...

LOL We're going to look up the definitions of "control" and "fluke" when I get there. You clearly have no grasp of either concept.... If you can't repeat it, it's not controlled. Prove control over 5.3" of shot placement at a mile by any two successive shots, and the $100,000 is yours free and clear. I'll be on hand for 5 days to witness it first person, and I'm even rooting for you, I want it to happen. 5 days is plenty of time to get it done.... Spicy indeed!

Humor me and prove it wasn't a fluke, and the money is yours.