I am Ready for the Killing Fields

I hope I lived up to Comrade Obama’s expectations today, as I celebrated his victory by practicing my shooting. I want to be ready when we line up capitalists and shoot them so they fall into mass graves.

I started out with the PSL, but I had to quit. For one thing, the zero was like 15″ high, and for another, the rifle did not work. I put a new Red Star Arms (in honor of Uncle Ho Barack) trigger group in it, and I had problems with the spring falling off. Today I adjusted the spring. Now it doesn’t fall off, but for some reason, after the gun goes through a cycle, it’s not cocked.

I got out the K31, and the zero was off. Here is me, trying to find the bullseye at 100 yards. I was not able to move the POA far enough to the right to make the bullets go where I aimed.

After that, I managed to do some shooting. I believe this is 20 rounds. I felt pretty good about it. It seemed like the flyers were due to obvious mistakes, and other than that, things were fairly tight. But I found I was having a problem with the trigger guard biting my middle finger when the gun went off.

Here are my last 20 shots, which I shot after changing my grip to protect my finger. I was perfectly content with these. There are flyers above and to the right, caused by mistakes I was able to perceive as I made them. Other than that, I sent the bullets through a pretty small hole. It’s frustrating when you think you’re doing everything right and you somehow end up way off; it doesn’t teach you anything. When you’re off and you know what you did wrong, it’s a good thing, because you know what to fix.

I got out the SW1911 and fired off 50 shots. Here are the first 25, from 7 yards. It’s amazing how rifle shooting improves your trigger pull. It seems to reduce my tendency to shoot to the left.

Here are the last 25 shots. I was tired, and you can see what that did to my shooting.

Some alien life form was at the range, shooting into a 3″ circle at 25 yards. I have no idea what planet he came from.

I’m going to contact the people at Red Star Arms and find out what’s wrong with my trigger. I’ll bet they can tell me.