…or a 20-gauge, or .38-shotshells, for that matter.
As I mentioned in my last post, we went out to the property on Saturday for some relaxing, shooting enjoyment. My brother had not yet shot his new-to-him Remington 870 Wingmaster, and Jenni and I are nearly always tickled to put some lead through our shotguns for some practice (yes, I love that woman more than you could possibly know – well except for her, who would be about half of my readership). Honestly, I had never before shot an 870, and now I can certainly see the appeal, although I’m not going to forsake my Winchester anytime soon. I’m glad that bro got the Remington, and I could see owning one in addition to my ‘1300’ 120-Ranger, but it would never replace my Win.
Jenni and I are very avid shotgunners. Neither of us has ever killed anything with our guns, but we love the target practicing, and we have taken defensive shotgun class twice. Most people find it hard to believe how quickly we can put shots on target, in rapid succession, even from a low-rest position. I attribute this in part to the rib and bead sight system. Couple that with the tritium night bead, and what you have is frighteningly fast, highly accurate sighting of the gun. One of the instructors in the last class reprimanded us for not taking our shots more slowly, carefully, and deliberately until he realized that we WERE taking careful, deliberate shots – just at a very rapid rate.
Jenni and I pride ourselves and each other on being… …efficient shotgunners. I think a friend in Ohio said it best when he said, “Between your wife and you, if somebody breaks into your house, they’re basically F’d.”
Yes, Joe. They’re F’d. I can confidently say that most people can’t put lead on target as rapidly as either of us with our shotgun alone. Combine our two forces against a common target and ‘F’d’ is a really good way to put it. I’m sorry, please allow me to leave this bragging tangent and get back to the point.
Over the course of our sun-burning Saturday, we shot lots of .22lr, .38 Spl, 9mm, .357Magnum, .45ACP.223, .410, 20-gauge, and 12-gauge. I’m thinking we need to invest in some more .22lr guns so we can free ourselves of the financial binds of higher-priced ammo. I love shooting with mid-to full-sized bores, but those hurt the finances! What hurts the finances hurts the enjoyment of the experience. I see myself having as many rimfires as centerfires once al is said and done.
On Saturday, I brought some 100 shotshells in a combination of #6 birdshot, 4-buck, and slugs. Jenni brought about 75 shotshells in heavy birdshot for her 20-gauge. My brother brought about 75-birdshot shells and another 25-shells of steel BB shot to break in his new-to-him Remington. With the shotguns, we shot at boxes, paper targets, water bottles, spots in the grass, and everything else we could think of. Eventually, we had run out of targets and we still had ammo…
There were these wasps that kept buzzing us. They didn’t seem aggressive in the least – just curious. Suffice it to say that they were a nuisance and not a threat. Still, there were quite a few of the buggers buzzing around the hollow, and they were big. They were large enough that we could easily spot them at 50-yards. The three of us were left with birdshot, so we started firing it at the wasps that we could see downrange. Every time the shot struck, the tiny pellets kicked up an oval of dust from the ground that haloed the targeted wasp. I’m not sure how many shots we took at them, but it was a bunch. Each shot was true, and made a perfect oval of dust with the wasp at the center, but not one wasp was injured or killed from the experiment. I tried the .38-caliber shotshells from my revolver to the same results. It was really strange, and quite eye-opening.
Apparently, the spread of the shot was so great that the probability of pellets directly hitting the wasp at that range was not in our favor. Needless to say, we were both frustrated and tickled by the experience. After a few minutes of giggling away our disappointment, I turned to my brother and said, “I knew we should have brought bug-shot.”
*chuckling at my own corny humor. bug-shot. huh, huh.*