David Bradshaw
Blackhawk
- Joined
- Sep 11, 2012
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I'd have to be reincarnated twice to have any chance of wearing a long barrel sixgun as long as I've worn short barrels. I lived long days wearing a Model 29 6-1/2-inch----a king deerslayer. Wore an old brass grip frame Super Blackhawk, too, but the 7-1/2" barrel proved too long, that extra inch noticeably longer than the 6-1/2". Eventually I went shorter, putting high mileage on an M-29 4-inch. And, when it became available, a Redhawk 5-1/2".
I had tracked down deer and taken them from the leather; when silhouette came on, I was ready. I raced 3,300 miles across country to shoot my brass grip 7-1/2" Super in the first IHMSA Championship (1977). I lead in Standing until the last afternoon (the Standing Championship was won with a Hawkeye .256 single shot).
I had a personal battle going on between my blue M-29-2 .44 mag 8-3/8" and the old brass Super 7-1/2". Both VERY accurate revolvers. Eventually the M-29 8-3/8" eased ahead. In 1979, when Bill Ruger told me that he was about to release the Super with a 10" barrel, I argued for him to make it 10-1/2-inches. He thought the difference meaningless. I want the last little bit under IHMSA Production gun rules.
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200 Yards
Temperature, this morning, one below zero. Sun came out bright. Temp rose to 9-degrees. By the time I unlimbered my .357 Maximum, temp was 2-degrees. Wind had blown the snow off the shot-up aluminum spaghetti pot at 200 yards. A stainless steel milk can sat a few feet away on another rock.
Take a couple of sighters. Three shots from the 10-1/2" Ruger Maximum print into 4-inches: Federal .357 magnum 180 JHP loaded in the .357 Maximum.
Next, my nickel M-29 8-3/8"; two shots of Federal 240 JHP stitch into 2-inches. About time I got lucky. The barely perceptible wind had drifted all bullets right about 8-inches.
Now for the pots. Snugging the barrel of the Maximum on rolled sweatpants----holding the black sight a hair left----BOOM...TINK!----the .357 180 JHP center-hits the spaghetti pot, shoving it into the snow, but not off the rock.
Next, rest the barrel of the nickel M-29 on the sweatpants----holding the red ramp a hair left----BOOM...TONK!----the 240 JHP blows through the heavy stainless milk can at 8 o'clock.
Long barrels and long range go together. Shorter barrels may be just as accurate, but it requires more from the human to make it happen. My eyes are not what they used to be. I squint, switch eyes, take deep breaths, look away, anything to see the sights.
Long barrels have a beauty all their own. They mean business. And that business is marksmanship.
David Bradshaw
I had tracked down deer and taken them from the leather; when silhouette came on, I was ready. I raced 3,300 miles across country to shoot my brass grip 7-1/2" Super in the first IHMSA Championship (1977). I lead in Standing until the last afternoon (the Standing Championship was won with a Hawkeye .256 single shot).
I had a personal battle going on between my blue M-29-2 .44 mag 8-3/8" and the old brass Super 7-1/2". Both VERY accurate revolvers. Eventually the M-29 8-3/8" eased ahead. In 1979, when Bill Ruger told me that he was about to release the Super with a 10" barrel, I argued for him to make it 10-1/2-inches. He thought the difference meaningless. I want the last little bit under IHMSA Production gun rules.
***
200 Yards
Temperature, this morning, one below zero. Sun came out bright. Temp rose to 9-degrees. By the time I unlimbered my .357 Maximum, temp was 2-degrees. Wind had blown the snow off the shot-up aluminum spaghetti pot at 200 yards. A stainless steel milk can sat a few feet away on another rock.
Take a couple of sighters. Three shots from the 10-1/2" Ruger Maximum print into 4-inches: Federal .357 magnum 180 JHP loaded in the .357 Maximum.
Next, my nickel M-29 8-3/8"; two shots of Federal 240 JHP stitch into 2-inches. About time I got lucky. The barely perceptible wind had drifted all bullets right about 8-inches.
Now for the pots. Snugging the barrel of the Maximum on rolled sweatpants----holding the black sight a hair left----BOOM...TINK!----the .357 180 JHP center-hits the spaghetti pot, shoving it into the snow, but not off the rock.
Next, rest the barrel of the nickel M-29 on the sweatpants----holding the red ramp a hair left----BOOM...TONK!----the 240 JHP blows through the heavy stainless milk can at 8 o'clock.
Long barrels and long range go together. Shorter barrels may be just as accurate, but it requires more from the human to make it happen. My eyes are not what they used to be. I squint, switch eyes, take deep breaths, look away, anything to see the sights.
Long barrels have a beauty all their own. They mean business. And that business is marksmanship.
David Bradshaw