rnovi
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For those who grew up watching Bugs Bunny...
"OH THE AGOOOOOOONEEEYYYY!" (Agony. Get it?)
If you didn't, Go youtube the greatest cartoon of a generation. All the voices are done by one guy - Mel Blanc. The humor is still current and fabulous.
But I digress.
I bought a Double Rifle.
Let me repeat this.
I BOUGHT A DOUBLE RIFLE!!!
This is a multiple decades old dream. It must be near 4 decades of dreaming that one day I would own a Double Gun. I spent far too many lustful nights dreaming of porn...two barrels, regulated...and oh that fine wood...
I spent a weekend at an SCI show looking for just that one rifle that would shoulder perfectly. That one rifle that I would be able to use for more than just "one thing". I didn't want a one-trick-pony .450 or .577. I wanted a rifle I could use for 90% of Africa and 100% of the USA. Something that came to shoulder like an extension of my middle finger in traffic commenting on the world of vehicles around me. Something that none would expect...something...different.
And I found her. The right deal. The right wood. The right time.
Even my wife said: Do It. Go get Her. And so I did.
I just bought a Merkel 141 in 9.3x74r. Grade 4 wood - dark, smokey with lots of character and a bit of fiddle, set forward trigger and heaven upon heavens, ejectors! (*I would have been ok with extractors on this one, no question.) And it already came with a decent scope - a Burris 1.5-6x Euro-D with an appropriate #4 reticle.
It came in today at my shop and I hit the road to sign up for the idiocracy of the California 10 day waiting period. Filled out my paperwork, signed away my life, paid my taxes. I looked at the guys across the counter at the shop, pulled a full box of heavy ammo labelled "DANGEROUS GAME" out of my back pocket (*Yes, it barely fit - with half of it sticking up like a candy-bar) and asked...
"It's quiet on the range (indoor range). Mind if I test fire it for giggles?" - an empty indoor range with a double rifle. With 21.5" barrels. In a 9.3x74r.
"Sure." (Heck YEAH!)
I walked the bare 40 feet through double sound proofed doors into the range and laid my immaculate Merkel 141 on the bench. Two rounds went "THUNK THUNK" into the chambers and I closed that tight almost virgin action closed. 50 feet away the target hung at the end of a long cable, waiting for a payload of nearly 560 grains of lead in a pair of brass cylinders to do their duty. I braced for inevitable impact of uncontrolled recoil and volumetric pressures shattering double panes of glass...
BOOM! BOOM!
I turned to look at the Gents behind the counter. They had scarcely looked up.
I blinked once, twisted the action and pinged two spent cases over my shoulder and into the glass windows behind me. One guy cocked an ear. I noted my shoulder was still intact and not dislocated or otherwise broken. Nothing else had transpired.
My next round I thought I'd try the set trigger. I'm not sure where that bullet went - my target had only two holes in it from the previous bought of insanity trigger pulling. I pushed the Set Trigger again and I think a butterfly in China flapped it's wings as the round in the reloaded chamber went off again.
I surmised I might need more practice.
I put another six rounds downrange noting that the barrels became very warm at 2x2 rounds fired and just plain HOT at 3x3. That skinny little barrels that made a rifle swing like a .410 shotgun after quail also heated up like the sun.
I put a total of 10 rounds downrange and smiled at the ghastly groups downrange. I didn't care. I still don't care.
I am now the proud owner of a magnificent Merkel 141 Double Rifle in 9.3x74r.
I cased the gun, handed it back to the guys for the mandatory 10 day waiting period and closed out.
Back at home I opened the computer to pull down the pix from the web of this beauty to show you guys. I mean, It doesn't exist without Pix, right?
And the pix are gone. The dealer pulled the pix. And I didn't take any at the range.
And the 10-day waiting period has the rifle locked deep in a dark safe, waiting my return on June 1.
OH THE AGONY-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
"OH THE AGOOOOOOONEEEYYYY!" (Agony. Get it?)
If you didn't, Go youtube the greatest cartoon of a generation. All the voices are done by one guy - Mel Blanc. The humor is still current and fabulous.
But I digress.
I bought a Double Rifle.
Let me repeat this.
I BOUGHT A DOUBLE RIFLE!!!
This is a multiple decades old dream. It must be near 4 decades of dreaming that one day I would own a Double Gun. I spent far too many lustful nights dreaming of porn...two barrels, regulated...and oh that fine wood...
I spent a weekend at an SCI show looking for just that one rifle that would shoulder perfectly. That one rifle that I would be able to use for more than just "one thing". I didn't want a one-trick-pony .450 or .577. I wanted a rifle I could use for 90% of Africa and 100% of the USA. Something that came to shoulder like an extension of my middle finger in traffic commenting on the world of vehicles around me. Something that none would expect...something...different.
And I found her. The right deal. The right wood. The right time.
Even my wife said: Do It. Go get Her. And so I did.
I just bought a Merkel 141 in 9.3x74r. Grade 4 wood - dark, smokey with lots of character and a bit of fiddle, set forward trigger and heaven upon heavens, ejectors! (*I would have been ok with extractors on this one, no question.) And it already came with a decent scope - a Burris 1.5-6x Euro-D with an appropriate #4 reticle.
It came in today at my shop and I hit the road to sign up for the idiocracy of the California 10 day waiting period. Filled out my paperwork, signed away my life, paid my taxes. I looked at the guys across the counter at the shop, pulled a full box of heavy ammo labelled "DANGEROUS GAME" out of my back pocket (*Yes, it barely fit - with half of it sticking up like a candy-bar) and asked...
"It's quiet on the range (indoor range). Mind if I test fire it for giggles?" - an empty indoor range with a double rifle. With 21.5" barrels. In a 9.3x74r.
"Sure." (Heck YEAH!)
I walked the bare 40 feet through double sound proofed doors into the range and laid my immaculate Merkel 141 on the bench. Two rounds went "THUNK THUNK" into the chambers and I closed that tight almost virgin action closed. 50 feet away the target hung at the end of a long cable, waiting for a payload of nearly 560 grains of lead in a pair of brass cylinders to do their duty. I braced for inevitable impact of uncontrolled recoil and volumetric pressures shattering double panes of glass...
BOOM! BOOM!
I turned to look at the Gents behind the counter. They had scarcely looked up.
I blinked once, twisted the action and pinged two spent cases over my shoulder and into the glass windows behind me. One guy cocked an ear. I noted my shoulder was still intact and not dislocated or otherwise broken. Nothing else had transpired.
My next round I thought I'd try the set trigger. I'm not sure where that bullet went - my target had only two holes in it from the previous bought of insanity trigger pulling. I pushed the Set Trigger again and I think a butterfly in China flapped it's wings as the round in the reloaded chamber went off again.
I surmised I might need more practice.
I put another six rounds downrange noting that the barrels became very warm at 2x2 rounds fired and just plain HOT at 3x3. That skinny little barrels that made a rifle swing like a .410 shotgun after quail also heated up like the sun.
I put a total of 10 rounds downrange and smiled at the ghastly groups downrange. I didn't care. I still don't care.
I am now the proud owner of a magnificent Merkel 141 Double Rifle in 9.3x74r.
I cased the gun, handed it back to the guys for the mandatory 10 day waiting period and closed out.
Back at home I opened the computer to pull down the pix from the web of this beauty to show you guys. I mean, It doesn't exist without Pix, right?
And the pix are gone. The dealer pulled the pix. And I didn't take any at the range.
And the 10-day waiting period has the rifle locked deep in a dark safe, waiting my return on June 1.
OH THE AGONY-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!