A person’s taste in sidearm is very personal, and it was probably a well-intentioned but doomed to failure idea to buy my father a carry piece. I should just let that ship sail its natural course and give him material support in his quest. Buy him a holster/good belt/ammo when he finally finds himself a pistol. So, screw it, no gifted handgun for my dad.
I do, however, know exactly what fits him in a rifle as I have always heard him sing the praise of the Lee-Enfield. He also lacks a proper full-power hunting rifle as his Mauser has been causing him some headaches of late.
I think you can see where I am going with this. A shop a ways away from town has a beautifully sporterized No. 4 Mk. I in the original chambering of 303. It is on hold awaiting my arrival to pick it up. Stay tuned in a few days to see my father’s new hunting rifle.
Tom Waits – God’s Away On Business;
But at least my friend snapped a few pictures of the VEPR II when he got home:
That’s his Vz. 58 on the bottom.
A few things in my disorganized and annoying bullet-lists (hey, a lightweight pun):
- More accurate than either of us. I was popping pieces of clay pigeons on the 60-yard berm with the iron sights.
- Sucker is heavy for a .223, having been built on a PSL receiver.
- The trigger is…okay. Light, but spongy and with a little bit of take-up.
- Sharp, pointy bits seem to cover the tops of the magazines.
- The butt-stock is not as comfortable as it would seem.
- A bipod will be purchased soon according to my friend. Good, that rifle just begs for a bipod and a varmint problem.
- I need a proper long-range-ish for around these parts varmint gun.
- Oh, the safety is very stiff, but the gun was unfired when he bought it and it is now loosening up a bit with some use.
My two nights of freedom are over, back to the salt mines tonight. Well, I did get called out at job two for four hours last night, so I guess it wasn’t even two nights.
Roy Orbison – Workin’ For The Man:
I forgot to bring the camera when I went to shoot the VEPR. At least my package came, because you would all rather look at a box of junk anyway.
I added a K-31 bayonet to spice things up for you.
And while uploading that picture, I found one of the supper my wife made the other night.
Popeye can keep his cans, this is the best use of spinach I have ever tasted.
A package is coming tonight and I get to shoot a friend’s new VEPR later this afternoon. Real post then.
Taj Mahal – Real Bad Day: