This past Sunday I went shooting with my cousin Jason and his friend Danielle. I purchased a Mosin Nagant M91/30 back in July 2004 but never got a chance to test it out because I moved to London shortly thereafter.
We headed out to the canyons past Thousand Palms – public land where you are allowed to target shoot. There wasn’t much in the way of targets, but someone did spray paint a giant blue man on a piece of plywood and place it on the side of the mountain, so it was kinda like shooting at a giant smurf.
My Mosin. It’s a big, heavy gun. Built in the Soviet Union in 1942 during the midst of Velikaya Otechestvennaya Voyna, the Great Patriotic War. A beautiful piece of history, it might have been used by some starving Ivan in the defense of Stalingrad or the capture of Berlin. We’ll never really know.
Taking aim at the giant smurf
I’m gettin’ back to the Fincher family’s Texas roots. I thought that perhaps my aim would improve by wearing Jason’s cowboy hat, but it doesn’t quite work like that. “Lindsay, LEAN into the rifle.” I know, I know. Need more practice.
The Mosin was just as I expected – LOUD (yes, I had ear protection), with a nice kick, but damn that bolt can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. I really had to smack the bolt pretty hard to eject the spent shell casing.
After I went through my box of Winchester 7.62x54r ammo, I tried out the guns that Jason brought along: two shotguns and a Glock handgun.
The shotguns were fun to shoot
First time I ever shot a handgun (bad stance duly noted). I can definitely see why the Glock is such a popular handgun, but I doubt I’ll be buying one in the future. I’ll stick to my $75 Russian military surplus rifles, and maybe a Mauser Kar98k while I’m at it.
I also purchased a Mosin M44 back in November 2005, but haven’t had a chance to disassemble it and clean off all the cosmoline gumming up the parts because I left the gun at my parent’s house in California when I moved to DC.
The M44 with permanently attached bayonet
I had a lot of fun shooting that day, and I’m definitely hooked on the Mosins. I’ve got to find myself a few Mosins and shooting range out here on the east coast. DC has some of the strictest gun laws in the nation, though, so I’m not quite sure how I would go about purchasing firearms in Maryland or Virginia (certainly there aren’t any gun stores within DC city limits) when I’m a DC resident. I’m pretty sure I can do that, but prior to do that I have to go down to DC police headquarters and apply for some pain in the ass registration certificate for every firearm I buy. Whatev, maybe I’ll just wait until I move somewhere else.
(Post title is from “Glorified G” by Pearl Jam, of course)