Lets talk about cartridge design for a moment,
new cartridges have popped up here and there over the years but nothing really groundbreaking lots of high velocity hunting style cartridges and a few heavy hitting CQB driven chamberings (.458 socom for instance) and among these cartrdiges is 6.8 spc
Meant as a bridge between intermediate and rifle calibers 6.8 spc has potential but falls flat marketwise
Between 5.56x45mm and 7.62x51mm, 6.8 spc stands trying to be a rifle cartridge, with the size of a intermediate (and the price of a caliber that hasn't been around for 70 years)
Ballistics wise, 6.8 spc is a superior round to 5.56 but it has its flaws as nobody wants to pick it up, and ammunition is expensive, very few companies build parts for rifles in 6.8 and most of them end up just being on the AR platform. because Nato standardized cartridges are cheaper due to their mass production, people want .223/5.56 rifles because they are affordable to shoot. 6.8 spc is seen as "the future of intermediate calibers"
here's a crappy chart (fps/joules are shown with averages)
| FPS | Joules of energy | Bullet weight | Barrel length |
6.8 spc (6.8x43mm) 2570 fps 2,297 115 grains 16 inch
5.56x45mm (M855) 2800 fps 1,105 62 grains 16 inch
7.62x51mm 2,733 fps 2,733 147 grains 24 inch
The results are kind of interesting, considering that 6.8 spc can achieve rather decent energy even with the shorter case and out of a 16 inch barrel, would like to buy a longer (20+ inch) barrel to do some testing, but I need to find a set of 6.8 dies first so im not paying out the ass for factory ammo
6.8 spc also gave me some cycling errors, I was shooting it out of a purpose built AR platform rifle and I have on type 4, which was likely a 1 in a million error and a couple of FTE's (failure to eject)
despite this the cartridge is effective on paper, and building a 1 moa or even sub moa rifle for the cartridge isn't hard, i'd love to see a TRUE purpose built rifle (magazines specifically designed for the rifle, and a specific rifle for 6.8 spc that isn't just a AR) I was using PMAG-30 Gen 3's for most of the testing, for .308 I used a M1A1 with standard US GI magazines.
Friday, December 6, 2013
Romance the woodsman way (a step by step guide of the previous evening with my wonderful wife Valerie)
Or: how do I women (I don't know son, I don't know.)
heres a picture from last years Hot shots calendar
I wish this was my wife.
heres a picture from last years Hot shots calendar
STEP ONE. Wool blankets and a lady friend in sexy lingerie
STEP TWO. fire.
STEP THREE. Wine that you grew the grapes for.
STEP FOUR. Wrap lady friend in blanket, place infront of fire, apply wine.
STEP FIVE. [REDACTED]
STEP SIX. Have sex like she's a bar wench and you're a wild stallyin
Profit.
Atleast that's basically how it went, it just took a hour and a half to get to the good part. Also it helps if said lady friend is horny as a toad and probably thinks about sex more than you do and isn't afraid to talk about fetishes while watching tv and browsing imgur
And that's why I love my wife (Among other things)
Gun techno babble will probably come next
XBAWKS HUEG TEXT FOR THE IMPARED (me)
XBAWKS HUEG TEXT FOR THE IMPARED (me)
Friday, November 29, 2013
6 Days of rain 24 of Pain
Alternate title: A hello,
I should start by saying you don't have to believe me about a /ounce/ of what I say, part of my life is near Audie Murphy in levels of unbeliveability, and I don't expect anyone to take me seriously.
now because of my job theres a lot I'm not allowed to say. and for good reason, I wont delve into all the places I've been (You know that blackspot on google earth at the Alaska/Canada border? yeah I have no idea about that)
But since this "other job" doesn't occupy but a small amount of the time in the year (1-2 month spurts, longer depending) I mostly work as a bodyguard, with a fondness for Light machine guns and pistol caliber carbines. I work mostly in the big cities, but I travel outside of them constantly (I live in the middle of nowheresville northern California) which may sound surprising to some people, having the government job is nice, as its not traditional special forces, atleast not the kind you hear about almost ever. Those seals that went to Syria and got caught? we went to Syria 3 times without them and didn't leave a trace. we've run operations in countries you wouldn't think would even have possible threats. Seals are badass operators still though so don't worry about that.
But we'll talk about that some other time, for now we talk about the months of May-June of 2013
a lot has actually happened since then (one quick trip to a small place in Russia to find some chemical weapons, and then we tried to get a foothold on the current Syrian war, this didn't work as everyone we interrogated died but more on that another time) earlier in my life I was in the army only for a very short time (3 years starting when I was 20) I one day had a thought that GRUNT LIFE WAS FOR ME! Because I had to be 21 for a couple legal reasons to go to gunsmithing school at the bare minimum and I figured even though the pay is substandard I would get to shoot machine guns and learn some discipline, I knew it was going to be tough and I wasn't sure I could make it through Basic. well I ended up going through basic in a rather smooth process, guys would joke about buttsex a bit too much for my taste, but besides that it was a great learning experience (Plus I got to shoot a M2HB for the first time, more on that later also) (I say that a lot don't I?) anyway after making my way to Corporal (In a somewhat quick fashion it felt like, but those 3 years moved by quickly) I left the army, but not before being noticed by some commanding officers who actually recommended I try at special forces, and I did but some personal things came up in life at that time and I decided it was best I pick another path in life. during that last year of military life I managed to secure a job at a gunstore in Idaho, so I moved up there and upon arriving there I spent 80% of my first several paychecks buying firearms and related items. probably wasn't the best idea as I was constantly late on my rent, luckily my land lady had inherited her grandparents buildings, and she was a real cutie, and I'd butter her up with My mothers recipe for Choclate chip cookies and she didn't quite mind rent being 2-3 days late luckily. Anyway fastforward to the 3rd of may 2013 one day I was out in my shop trying to design a simple conversion for the AKM style receiver to accept UZI magazines, one of my old commanding officers showed up at my house, and I hadn't seen him in over 9 years, he handed me a small tan colored envelop and asked me if I was interested in a job finding and fighting possible threats mostly dealing with chemical weapons and rouge foreign military groups. A few days later I drove to a barracks tucked away in the mountains in a forest, there were over 50 people standing around in a circle outside shooting the shit for about half a hour till a couple Officers came out of the building and after a short de-briefing training began! we were stripped of anything useful we had (pocket knives, Conceal carry firearms, lighters, etc,) blind folded, and trucked out into the woods and asked to raid a "enemy" military base without being detected by any of the patrol units and being shot at with marker ammo (think paintballs but worse), if we were hit once we were out of the program. About 10 minutes after being un-blindfolded I ran into the most operator man I've ever seen. a man we call Grizzly. Grizzly stands 6'6'' has arms like tree trunks, and a beard you could smuggle a disassembled firearm in. 280 pounds of muscle and courage. We rode under a 2 1/2 ton truck like Indiana jones to get close to the base, we snuck inside moving through rafters slowly, and since we weren't given a objective, we spent the next 3 hours waiting out the enemy, and after all of that, it was thinned down to 18 people.
over the next few weeks a few more were thinned out Leaving me, Grizzly, a ex-CIA special agent who sort of looks like an angry tour de france cyclist. bald and tall. a Asian-American guy who runs faster than just about anyone I've ever seen and can hit a 10 inch steel target at a thousand yards with a Mauser action rifle in .300 Winchester magnum, a ex-combat medic who's already seen 4 tours in Iraq, a current service Explosives expert, a marine who I can count the number of words he's said during those 2 months, and last but not least a Green beret who was hand picked for the team after initial thinning.
after these weeks we were given small missions one of which involved a bear from hell, that has survived more fights and hunters than anything I've ever seen.
Now I wont exhaust you with details (yet) on some of the things we did but they were rather generous with our budget. towards the end of it we decided it was time to have some fun, we loaded up a 2 1/2 ton M35A3 with a couple of HMG's and plenty of other fun toys and a bunch of tax payer funded (And stolen drug money funded, See: Mexican drug cartel's getting caught) ammo. anyway we had to take public roads and we were towing a small trailer behind us and grizzly was sitting behind one of the M2's while we were driving toward the wilderness we were going to have a bit of fun at, scared the hell out of a couple of passerby civillians on those mountain roads, minus the fact that training was brutal, exercise was long and didn't get enough sleep and slept In dirt a lot, it was fun as hell.
because machine guns you see.
moving on after weeks of brutal training we shipped off and fought men in In the middle of bumfuck nowhere.
now where was I going with this? oh right.
Special forces draw a specific type of people, a very specific, neigh indescribable type of man who is ready for action, and gruff. A true manly man among men. maybe the next post I'll talk about the guns we used. Should have written this in one go, but if it comes back to me completely ill talk about it.
I should start by saying you don't have to believe me about a /ounce/ of what I say, part of my life is near Audie Murphy in levels of unbeliveability, and I don't expect anyone to take me seriously.
now because of my job theres a lot I'm not allowed to say. and for good reason, I wont delve into all the places I've been (You know that blackspot on google earth at the Alaska/Canada border? yeah I have no idea about that)
But since this "other job" doesn't occupy but a small amount of the time in the year (1-2 month spurts, longer depending) I mostly work as a bodyguard, with a fondness for Light machine guns and pistol caliber carbines. I work mostly in the big cities, but I travel outside of them constantly (I live in the middle of nowheresville northern California) which may sound surprising to some people, having the government job is nice, as its not traditional special forces, atleast not the kind you hear about almost ever. Those seals that went to Syria and got caught? we went to Syria 3 times without them and didn't leave a trace. we've run operations in countries you wouldn't think would even have possible threats. Seals are badass operators still though so don't worry about that.
But we'll talk about that some other time, for now we talk about the months of May-June of 2013
a lot has actually happened since then (one quick trip to a small place in Russia to find some chemical weapons, and then we tried to get a foothold on the current Syrian war, this didn't work as everyone we interrogated died but more on that another time) earlier in my life I was in the army only for a very short time (3 years starting when I was 20) I one day had a thought that GRUNT LIFE WAS FOR ME! Because I had to be 21 for a couple legal reasons to go to gunsmithing school at the bare minimum and I figured even though the pay is substandard I would get to shoot machine guns and learn some discipline, I knew it was going to be tough and I wasn't sure I could make it through Basic. well I ended up going through basic in a rather smooth process, guys would joke about buttsex a bit too much for my taste, but besides that it was a great learning experience (Plus I got to shoot a M2HB for the first time, more on that later also) (I say that a lot don't I?) anyway after making my way to Corporal (In a somewhat quick fashion it felt like, but those 3 years moved by quickly) I left the army, but not before being noticed by some commanding officers who actually recommended I try at special forces, and I did but some personal things came up in life at that time and I decided it was best I pick another path in life. during that last year of military life I managed to secure a job at a gunstore in Idaho, so I moved up there and upon arriving there I spent 80% of my first several paychecks buying firearms and related items. probably wasn't the best idea as I was constantly late on my rent, luckily my land lady had inherited her grandparents buildings, and she was a real cutie, and I'd butter her up with My mothers recipe for Choclate chip cookies and she didn't quite mind rent being 2-3 days late luckily. Anyway fastforward to the 3rd of may 2013 one day I was out in my shop trying to design a simple conversion for the AKM style receiver to accept UZI magazines, one of my old commanding officers showed up at my house, and I hadn't seen him in over 9 years, he handed me a small tan colored envelop and asked me if I was interested in a job finding and fighting possible threats mostly dealing with chemical weapons and rouge foreign military groups. A few days later I drove to a barracks tucked away in the mountains in a forest, there were over 50 people standing around in a circle outside shooting the shit for about half a hour till a couple Officers came out of the building and after a short de-briefing training began! we were stripped of anything useful we had (pocket knives, Conceal carry firearms, lighters, etc,) blind folded, and trucked out into the woods and asked to raid a "enemy" military base without being detected by any of the patrol units and being shot at with marker ammo (think paintballs but worse), if we were hit once we were out of the program. About 10 minutes after being un-blindfolded I ran into the most operator man I've ever seen. a man we call Grizzly. Grizzly stands 6'6'' has arms like tree trunks, and a beard you could smuggle a disassembled firearm in. 280 pounds of muscle and courage. We rode under a 2 1/2 ton truck like Indiana jones to get close to the base, we snuck inside moving through rafters slowly, and since we weren't given a objective, we spent the next 3 hours waiting out the enemy, and after all of that, it was thinned down to 18 people.
over the next few weeks a few more were thinned out Leaving me, Grizzly, a ex-CIA special agent who sort of looks like an angry tour de france cyclist. bald and tall. a Asian-American guy who runs faster than just about anyone I've ever seen and can hit a 10 inch steel target at a thousand yards with a Mauser action rifle in .300 Winchester magnum, a ex-combat medic who's already seen 4 tours in Iraq, a current service Explosives expert, a marine who I can count the number of words he's said during those 2 months, and last but not least a Green beret who was hand picked for the team after initial thinning.
after these weeks we were given small missions one of which involved a bear from hell, that has survived more fights and hunters than anything I've ever seen.
Now I wont exhaust you with details (yet) on some of the things we did but they were rather generous with our budget. towards the end of it we decided it was time to have some fun, we loaded up a 2 1/2 ton M35A3 with a couple of HMG's and plenty of other fun toys and a bunch of tax payer funded (And stolen drug money funded, See: Mexican drug cartel's getting caught) ammo. anyway we had to take public roads and we were towing a small trailer behind us and grizzly was sitting behind one of the M2's while we were driving toward the wilderness we were going to have a bit of fun at, scared the hell out of a couple of passerby civillians on those mountain roads, minus the fact that training was brutal, exercise was long and didn't get enough sleep and slept In dirt a lot, it was fun as hell.
because machine guns you see.
moving on after weeks of brutal training we shipped off and fought men in In the middle of bumfuck nowhere.
now where was I going with this? oh right.
Special forces draw a specific type of people, a very specific, neigh indescribable type of man who is ready for action, and gruff. A true manly man among men. maybe the next post I'll talk about the guns we used. Should have written this in one go, but if it comes back to me completely ill talk about it.
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