Stop Me If You’ve Heard This…

It almost appears the manufacturer felt you might need to release the slide…

Sapper Gentleman just posted a video on Youtube that got me thinking. Mostly what it got me thinking was, ‘I don’t know what to post, so I’ll post on the same topic!’ I steal, but at least I’m honest about it. That’s something, right?

Modern trainers insist that during a gunfight adrenaline will cause your fine motor control to be degraded. This is absolutely correct; it’s been demonstrated and proven. That being the case I recommend against trying to thread a needle or count grains of sand with tweezers while engaged in the defensive use of a firearm. These acts require fine motor skills, and will be extremely difficult under duress. Also the baddie will kill you while you try.

Operating a firearm does not require this level of fine motor skill. You will be able to operate the controls of your handgun just fine. People have somehow managed this since the invention of handguns and likely you will too. Your odds of doing so will increase dramatically if you practice. There’s that word again… *sigh.*

Sling-shotting the slide is not a bad way to go. It’s not a great deal slower than using the slide release. Not enough to matter, anyway. Find what works for you and practice to do it. Because if anything is going to save your ass it’s training. that means you need to practice. While the little monkey part of your hind-brain is running around screaming hysterically and throwing balls of dung and rotten fruit the rest of you will be automatically doing whatever you have trained yourself to do. Unless you have not trained yourself to do anything. In that case the baddie is going to break your toys and steal your lunch-money. Or, you know, kill you.

I have heard various justifications for why you should always release the slide by reaching over, pushing it to the rear and releasing it. We’ve already disposed of the ‘fine motor skills’ argument. Another I’ve heard (that Sapper Gentleman mentions) is that if you need to continue the fight with an attacker’s weapon you won’t have to try and locate the controls. Hey, it’s possible.

You might need to pick up a downed assailant’s weapon. It might be empty with the slide locked back. You might just happen to have a spare magazine that fits their weapon. Or find one. Or search them for one of their spares. Or you might fart a rainbow and pink space monkeys will fly out of your butt and carry you to safety.

Let’s get real here. Basic familiarity with common weapons will stand you in good stead regardless of what occurs. Training will dramatically increase your odds if you practice. But training for bizarre, unlikely scenarios is just going to take away from your time to practice for things that are reasonably likely to occur. Over-thinking and what-iffing is not training. Knowing how to manipulate your weapon, knowing what to do when operating and practicing those things will improve your chances.

In the Neolithic Period I was shooting an NRA action-shooting match. You started with the gun holstered and on the signal you drew and engaged a target at 25 yards with five shots in a set time period. After each stage the amount of time decreased until on the last stage you only had five seconds to draw and fire five shots.

I was on the firing line, my gun was loaded with the gun holstered when someone else on the firing line realized his revolver had jammed. Yes, his revolver jammed. It happens. When it became obvious it was going to be a protracted process they had the rest of us on the firing lime unload and show clear. We were the last group on the stage so we had to wait twenty minutes while they cleared the jam. By which time I had forgotten that I did not have a round chambered. When they asked if we were (finally) ready I said yes and assumed my firing position. The signal sounded, I drew, aimed and squeezed the trigger.

*click*

Oops. I racked the slide and put five rounds on-target before the timer expired. Because I am amazing? No. Because I am a freak of nature? No. Because I had practiced.

Recently there was a video where a police officer was charged by a guy with a club and she put twelve shots in him in about 3-4 seconds. If you had sharp enough eyes you would have realized that she cleared a jam during those 3-4 seconds. Under extreme duress. While putting twelve rounds into her attacker, who dropped at her feet. In the heat of the moment, in the ultimate extreme of stress, she did what she had trained to do.

Slingshot the slide or use the slide release. Shoot with both eyes open or close one. Use a thumbs-forward Isosceles Stance or a Modified Weaver stance. But whatever you do practice. Because if the excrement hits the rotary impellor and your mind goes chittering off through the forest you will do what you have trained to do. If you have practiced. If you haven’t? Who knows?

In case I didn’t mention it, if you carry a firearm for self defense it would be a good idea to practice.

Stay safe and take care.

Michael Tinker Pearce, 20 October 2021

Your .44 is a .43? Blame the Russians!

OK, don’t blame it on the Russians. They started it, but Smith & Wesson is really the culprit here, and It all started with a cool gun…

The S&W Model 3

In 1868 S&W introduced a radical new revolver, the Model 3. This is a top-break, auto-ejecting single action revolver offered in .44 S&W. This was a moderately powerful centerfire cartridge; from the new revolver’s 6″ barrel this cartridge used a .440″ heel-base 218 gr. bullet at 660fps., yielding 196 ft./lbs of energy at the muzzle. Since it used a heel-base bullet the outside diameter of the case was also .440″.

This revolver gained moderate popularity, but the public was somewhat reluctant to give up their trusted percussion revolvers. But the Russians weren’t skeptical; in fact they were very interested.

The Plot Thickens…

In 1871 the Russians came calling. They were looking to update their military, and S&Ws revolver seemed like just the ticket. In fact it was… almost. They loved the revolver…but that cartridge… seriously?

.44 S&W ‘American’

It wasn’t the caliber. It wasn’t the power. It was the bullet. As it happens heel-base bullets need to be lubricated on the thick part- the part outside the case. The part that it exposed to weather, heat, dust, grit and all the other nice things encountered by soldiers in the field. ???????, ???!

What they really wanted was a cartridge where the bullet, and hence the lube ring, was inside the cartridge where it would not be subject to all that nastiness. S&W decided the customer is always right, at least if the contract was big enough. The logical thing to do would have been to increase the case-size to .450″, but they would need to retool and they had all these shiny new copper cases… They decided if it would be such a pain to come up with a whole new cartridge they could just make the bullet small enough to fit inside the case and bore barrels to match. How small does such a bullet need to be? About .429″, or about .43 caliber. The new cartridge was called .44 Russian, because people were used to .44s, not .43s. Of course the .44s they were used to were actually .45s, but that’s a story for another day.

This became the standard diameter for .44-caliber cartridges, causing generations to come to scratch their heads and say, “Wait, what?” This also established the time-honored tradition of lying about your caliber. Totally not Freudian. Really.

The original cartridge quickly became known as ‘.44 S&W American’ to distinguish it from the Russian contract cartridge, which in a stunning display of imagination they called ‘.44 Russian.’ The .44 Russian quickly displaced it’s parent cartridge because heel-base, outside-lubed bullets suck, and the .44 American soon vanished into the dust-bin of history.

Testing .44 S&W Russian

The new cartridge was rather more powerful than the old, driving a 246gr. bullet at 750fps. for a total of 310 ft/lbs at the muzzle. I had a fresh, shiny new block of Clear Ballistics ordinance gel (thank you Patreon supporters!) and a pair of discarded jeans… It was obvious what needed to happen.

The test-gun was my S&W 3rd Model New Navy, a double-action version of the original Model 3. It was listed in S&Ws catalogue as the New Navy because Russia was making noises about buying them for their navy. They didn’t.

The 3rd Model New Navy revolver.

I did a bit of research and settled on a 200gr. LRNFP bullet over 4.9gr. of Unique with a Winchester WLP primer. I set up the block and the chronograph and fired a shot. The results were, um, predictable. The bullet crossed the chronograph at 820 fps., penetrated 16″ of gel and bounded off the wood backstopping the gel. The resulting wound track was pretty un-exciting.

Good penetration, but basically a straight-through hole.
The bullet, which bounced off the backstop and was trapped between it and the gel-block, was is very good condition.

Anyway…

…now you know why your .44 is a .43. You’re welcome.

Stay safe and take care.

Michael Tinker Pearce, 13 October 2021.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

This is was not supposed to be my next post. Honestly I never expected to make this post or one like it. I certainly never expected to receive a bullet wound and I always assumed that if I did a firearm would be involved. But I am a man of unusual talents. Let me explain.

My every attempt to crimp 32.-20 cartridges has resulted in the shoulder collapsing, and if I don’t crimp them the bullet sometimes decides to wander off somewhere. My solution has been to run the reloaded cartridge into the sizing die after removing the primer-punch. Works a treat.

I noticed last evening that the bullets in some 9mm I reloaded some time back were not as secure as I would like them to be; apparently the seating-die had not been properly adjusted. The sensible thing to do would have been to adjust the seating die and run the cartridges through again. So of course I didn’t; I pulled the primer punch and ran them into the re-sizing die. Because .32-20.

9 x 19mm, you will note, is not a bottle-necked case like .32-20. Once there is a bullet in the case it does not want to go into the resizing die. Since I am the The Brute Squad I made it do so, with predictable results. Yep, the cartridge stuck. It was at this point I realized that I had !@#$ed up.

I have had empty cases stuck in a re-sizing die before (yes, I am looking at YOU. .44 Magnum.) Never mind that this was a cartridge, not an empty case; I did what I do. I clamped a set of vice-grips to the cartridge-head, put the die in the vice and tried to use the pliers to extract the primer. Nope. I tried harder. Uh-uh. I kept trying. Harder. No, this is not when the cartridge detonated.

Eventually the case-head was pretty mangled and the primer was crushed enough that I felt I could remove it with a small pick, and in fact I could. This was still not when the cartridge detonated. What I did not realize was that I might not have removed all of the insides of the primer. You know, the part where the bits that go bang are.

At this point I determined that the best course would be to cut the case-head off with the bandsaw, dump the powder and ream out the casing. I proceeded to do this, gripping the die firmly in my left had. THAT is when the cartridge detonated.

The view from the VA hospital Emergency Room.

As it turns out a carbide die makes a fair approximation of the chamber of the firearm. It propelled the brass out of the die forcefully, so I did I get the casing out. The bad news is the bullet came out the other end, with the results you can see above. The bullet passed neatly through the heel of my hand and vanished into the depths of the shop. Fortunately it wasn’t moving very fast and my hand slowed it down further, as there were no unaccounted-for holes in the walls or equipment.

I immediately and and succinctly exercised my command of colloquial English, and with significant dripping blood shut off the saw and exited the shop. Quickly wrapping my hand in a plastic bag to contain the blood, I locked up and went inside the house and informed Linda that I would require assistance. I have met me, so we have a trauma kit and I asked her to get it. This did not alarm her; she’s met me too. The fact that I was calm and not swearing scared the crap out of her, however.

I thoroughly washed my hands with anti-bacterial soap, then irrigated the wound for five minutes over the sink. This was especially fun as it had started to hurt, but having had migraines for decades I have an unrealistic appreciation of pain so no problem. After drying my hand we applied antibiotic cream and a fast-clotting dressing. Between Linda and I we got it taped up and I headed for the local VA Emergency room.

Fortunately 9 PM on a Monday night is not a busy time there, and a couple of not-very-pleasant hours later I drove home with a bag of medical supplies, a bottle of antibiotics and some Vicodin just in case the pain got really bad. I almost demurred at the pain-killer as I did not expect to need it, but I quite uncharacteristically opted to be sensible. Better to have and not need than to need and not have.

The good news is that the bullet didn’t hit anything important. Other than my !@#$%&*! hand, I mean. Didn’t damage the bone, nerves, tendons etc. The x-ray didn’t show any significant fragments, which I didn’t expect with a FMC bullet anyway. As for the pain this morning, I’m 59 years old and in my youth I was very much not kind to my body; the discomfort has faded into the background noise of my normal level of discomfort. Tylenol’s got my back.

So for a few days I am limited in what I can do for work. My fingers work just fine, but gripping or otherwise putting pressure on the heel of my hand is not a good idea. It seems like an excellent time to sit around and watch the CNC router inlet grips for me.

In summary-

*If it doesn’t fit, don’t force it.

*Never trust a metal tube full of stuff that goes BANG.

*When in doubt don’t.

*Don’t be me.

Stay safe, and take care.

Michael Tinker Pearce, 12 October, 2021

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