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The KX3 wouldn't be as beneficial (as designed) on a 16" barrel. It's more for shorter barrels (increases backpressure and gets concussion awa from you). It's also a chunk of weight to put that far forward - that's alot of "swing weight."

Complete springs and detents (safety, takedown/pivot) for the lower, with bolt rebuild kits separate (maybe). Or, Option 1 - LPK. Springs, detents, basically everything except a trigger and pistol grip. Lots of people use their preferred trigger and pistol grip anyway. Option 2 - the above LPK, with uper parts - Ejection port door, spring, pin and clip, as well as forward assist, pin and spring. This would be kinda like the "overall, whole rifle" kit. Option 3 - All of the above, and including the NM trigger. I honestly think bolt rebuild kits would sell well on their own, as a compliment to these packages. Gas rings, extractor spring, ejector spring. Maybe have an upgraded version of this that includes the actual extractor and ejector, in case somene breaks those and needs replacements. Option 1 and Option 2 again. Maybe even a "Tune Up Kit" as another possibility - new buffer spring, extractor spring, ejector spring, with gas rings. Those are the high-round-count wear items anyway. <thumbsup> I'm positive this will have alot of feedback, and I can't wait to see what people think.

No you don't. Get ahold of me, brother. Primary lower should "wear" the SBR upper (most of the time) that you sent the paperwork in on. Example: you registered it as a 300BLK, then store it in the safe with the 300BLK upper on it. Transport it with the 300BLK upper on it. You can still shoot the 5.56 Mk18 upper on that registered 300BLK lower... <thumbsup>

I've been checking that one out all morning now - thanks, brother! >:D

Barnes TSX projectiles are solid copper. And they're badass in terminal performance. That's where they're probably heading.

It's for a 5.56 gun. <thumbsup> What a coincidence. <laughs>

Man, you guys are rough... :fawkdance: I just need the service hooked up now... <laughs> And some PRI parts. And a 9mm BCG. And a 9mm buffer. And a 3-12x42 scope. And something else, I can't remember...

Damn. I haven't seen that one before. Great... :-[

Just call it "Bad Luck With Mother Nature," brother. If something sheity can happen to a guy, out in the wild, then that guy is me. I don't even want to get into the childhood paper-route story of the skunk. I kicked that skunk's ass, with a rolled, rubber-banded newspaper, but I paid a price... Now, the beaver... Cujo the Beaver. This thing was either rabid, or possessed - or both. He just wasn't right. I'm not even kidding when I say that this beaver intended to kill both me, and the largest Polish immigrant you've ever seen in your life. Let's get to it. So, I'm stationed in WA State, and salmon season is on us. Me and a co-worker - I'll just shorten it to Ski, and not use his whole name - he doesn't need the publicity just yet. Me and Ski get some salmon fishing licenses, and proceed to a place we KNOW will have some fish, because we see this place TEEMING with salmon everytime we run a drop zone in the South Rainier training areas. We dropped there a few days before, and the damn fish were almost jumping onto the bank. Good Recon. <thumbsup> At any rate, we head to the river, intending on eating well for the next few days, or even weeks. Hey, it's possible. We get to the river bank - and this is a river that dumps into the Puget Sound - PLENTY of action there, for these things. We're there for awhile, and we notice that things look better if we were out on a sandbar, pretty close to the bank. So, we "wade" out to the sandbar - that sheit is COLD!!! We get out there, the sun is getting low, and we're TRYING to get something before it gets dark. It's damn near dusk, getting hard to see with shadows, and Ski gets a hit - BIG hit. He's fighting this thing, and drags it in, close to the sandbar. Well, I don't have a fishing net, in the traditional sense - we didn't plan ALOT for this... We got licenses, grabbed gear, and headed to the river, after work. Well, being the good Ranger that I am, though I have NO fishing net, I DO have Yeti Net with me... You'll need to research that one... Ski reels this fat bastard close to the sandbar, I pause for a second, and spring into action - and cast the Yeti Net over it's giant, finned ass. SUCCESS!!! We get it up on the sandbar - and all hell broke loose... I had NO idea that a beaver loved salmon so much. NO idea. Apparently, they like salmon more than they like chewing on trees. Apparently. I didn't even know the stealthy waterborne bastard was there - not even a hint, not even close. Gotta be that water repellent sheit in their fur, or something - they're fcuking QUIET when they want to be! <dontknow> Well, we almost get this salmon on the bar, and out of the Yeti Net - and the beaver made his play. Full-On Charge. I don't really know what noises a beaver makes, but this particular beaver was raising some hell. I still can't describe it, besides saying it was a combination of a dog growl, and some kind of high-pitched squeal. It was one thing - FCUKING SCARY, when the light is low, you're not expecting it, and you have NO FCUKING CLUE WHAT IT IS!!! Holy Sheit, that thing was on a mission... It was on a mission to get Ski's salmon, that I helped land. Yep. Guess what, beaver? Not gonna happen, buddy... Not here, not now, and maybe not ever. Let's go, you oil-furred bitch. Well, I under estimated that beaver - and so did Ski. Now, let me tell you about Ski, for a minute. This is the biggest non-steroided Polish immigrant that I've ever seen in my life. He's 5'10", and he's so damn broad that if you tipped him over on his side, he'd be just as damn tall as if he was standing up. This is a BIG FCUKING DUDE. Kinda "square," in a very real way. That damn beaver let out it's warcry over the salmon, charged up on that sandbar - and Ski was screaming... I didn't know what else to do, when I saw this, so I was screaming with him. That just pissed off the beaver, and made him more determined to (not only) get that salmon, but kill us whilst doing it. I've never seen something as inherently violent as thing - beast - not even a pissed off deer. This thing had a MISSION. Me and Ski backed up on that sandbar about as far as we could go - fcuk the salmon in the Yeti Net, and hooked - we could give a sheit less about that thing, at this point. Cujo the Beaver was Number One Priority - mainly, we need to live through this attack. This thing was slapping it's tail - that sheit is LOUD... Think about that, when YOU get attacked. LOUD. Also, if you think this will never happen to YOU... it's not a matter of "IF," it's a matter of "WHEN..." One day, these things might rule the world, and you need to pay attention to the following tactics. For real. Okay, backed up against the end of the sandbar - Beaver has forgotten about the salmon, and just wants to get rid of US. I'm screaming at it, the world's largest Pollock is screaming at it, and it doesn't even give a sheit, or slow it's advance. It's time for some drastic measures... I grab a chunk of the Yeti Net, pull as hard as I can, and launch that salmon right out of it - smart salmon that is was, if hauls FISH ASS. With Ski's expensive pole. He almost started to bitch about it, but we both realized what was going on - this was a battle to the death. With a damn beaver... With the Yeti Net free, I flung that thing as best I could, right on top of that beaver - charging as hard as it could, across that sandbar. I'd say I won, just because I got the net on top of the beaver, but it wasn't really a "win" situation. That fat bastard stumbled for a second, became entangled, and then became VERY pissed off. I've never seen anything like it. The Tasmanian Devil from the cartoons would have been proud. At this point, Ski and I are just about ready to start swimming, just to get away. This thing is in a net, pissed off, screeching and howling more than ever, and it's very, very intent on killing us. AND, it's chewing through the Yeti Net. The only thing we have left at our disposal is large river rocks. Or prayers. Speed is of the essence, right now. We're grabbing rocks, hurling them, missing, and this beast is even closer to chewing his way out of the net. Rock after rock. Rock after rock. This might be an astonishing statement - but a beaver can take some punishment. I mean that. We finally hit that fcuker hard enough to knock his huge ass senseless - and long anough for me to recover my Yeti Net - and we considered just getting the hell off that sandbar - by now it's DAMN dark. I didn't feel good about leaving that thing there, so we checked on it. Closer, closer, closer - I wasn't gonna check his heartrate or any sheit like that, but I wanted to be DAMN SURE it was dead. So, I grabbed it's bigass flat tail. Just once. Then again. I wiggled the whole thing. I tried to shake that beaver apart, by it's tail. It didn't move. At that point, Ski was not impressed - He grabbed the beaver by it's tail (obviously empowered by my own bravery), and he HURLED that thing onto the river bank. There's more to this story, but it was a work night that we went "fishing," and we showed up to PT formation with a 42-pound beaver, holding it by it's tail... <thumbsup>

Overtime, brother. Stress of increased loads, hiring more workers, buying more machinery, training new staff. Once this sheeeeit tapers off, they're stuck with that overhead - more machinery than they need, the costs of the loans to increase the size of the facility (that they needed now, but might not need in the future when sheit calms down), the overtime for 24/7 operations, and the cost of unemployment insurance once they start laying people off that they don't need anymore (if it eventually slows down). It's a big gamble for the ammo manufacturers. I stated that awhile ago, when prices went up on hardware - 24/7 operations, with additional workforce - that costs a company more, hence, we're paying for that increase - to meet the crazy demand.

Nope, not yet. 1/2 of them don't realized what "has arrived..." <laughs> Tacti-Cat is sneaking around, peering through windows - he's doing his Recon. Had a dog next door (unattended dog, in this damn heat, just left outside...) - well, this thing got into my walled yard somehow. Tacti-Cat just about went Cat-Sheit Crazy. :cookoo: He wanted out, and at that dog, pretty bad. The dog left of it's own accord, once he saw the crazy-ass cat on the other side of the glass. Once T-C's used to the area, no neighborhood dog will be safe. <thumbsup>

Hey, don't mess with deer - but Ive been attacked by a beaver before. They are no joke. I don't know if I've ever told that story - I had to go Full Caveman on that bastard, and kill him with a huge rock. It was Cujo the Beaver. He wasn't playin', and I barely escaped...

I liked this one - came up after Jon's vid. <thumbsup>

Got you covered, brother. <thumbsup>

Economics, combined with Company Priorities. <thumbsup>

There's a few different ones, now. Lump in the H&K stuff, plus a couple new specialty triggers. I'll decipher it soon.

Brother Larry, any updates? Did the post work? It should prompt them into action.

Just got back online after a long few days away - how many warning points do I have NOW?... :-[

Somewhere here, I posted pics of the rifle-parts box. I offered anyone that could name all the parts some free schit. I don't remember what I offered for a winner, but it wasn't cheap schit. That still stands, but now you have to find the post, and the pics of parts box... <dontknow> <laughs>

I'l take your newbie schit one step at a time. You've build some bad rifles, but you're fcuking new. So :stfu2: Your other choice is: run your mouth, and I'll fcuking chase you down all over this board and slam you, as long as you feel like takin' that ass beatin'. Figure it out. Come back when you think you got it. I haven't lost one of these yet. just so you know. 1) He knows, from a personal Meet-N-Greet. Those happen from time to time here, on this board, but usually only in the SouthWest. Travel, or get left behind. As you have, here. I'll show you what's in the Banana Hammock, if you'll lick it, smack it, and rub it down. Bet? 2) I've fcukin WITNESSED what he's done. If you want more, then show the fcuk UP next time a Greet is called. Until then, you can STFU. Tequila is my witness. Patron, to be exact. 3) NO. It doesnt stand for "ASS RAMMING." I don't know if that was your hope or not, but you missed your calling, here. Matbe you'll have luck elsewhere. Good luck, by the way. WAY above. Shchit, I might just spill the answers, anyway... <lmao> Goofball, you're cool, and you build some badass rifles. If you want to just jump ahead of the rest of the class, and just start slamming people,... I'm you're Huckleberry. Start right here.

Yes, it certainly did... I think the damn thing read me a bed-time story, too... It was very brief... :eek: :fawkdance:

Maaaaaan, don't even get me rollin' on the Banana Hammock, with what Rob has done... I'm just sayin'...

Sweet! Chalk up another one!... <laughs> You'll love 'em, brother, really. <thumbsup>

Brother, you can always shoot west, and hit one near me. I'm just sayin'. Shoot me a PM where you're at (city/TX is fine), and I'll load that locational info into the AS program, to try to get something started nearby. <thumbsup>

Doh!!! Had one of those in the back of the mellon once. ONCE. :eek: Fcuk the PR-24. In the neck.