Disclaimer:This thread has very little black powder related content (none in fact) It's just me bragging I guess, but I never posted anywhere but in BP shooting on THR so here goes.
Edit: Moved to the Rifle country, thanks mod!
This weekend I joined Sweden's national guard, the Homeguard, after persistent nagging by a colleague. My memories of the Homeguard is from my grandfather, he and some other old stooges in old gray wollen uniforms and m/98 Mausers who sat around shooting the breeze so I expected a laidback weekend with plenty of coffee and exchanging stories about our army days.
Turns out it was me and a friend and bunch of twenty-something year old kids straight out of boot camp... The youngest was born in 92, that's the year I left the army.
Today I'm so sore I could hardly get out of bed, but military lessons sits deep.
The HG are issued modernized G3s, the weapon I was originally trained on, instead of the FN FNC the kids had trained with, and the procedures were embedded somewhere in my hind brain so I had an advantage.
Sitting in a hole in the ground in the middle of the night I was the first to produce the firing pin for inspection and the first to declare "locked and loaded" after reassembly.
Next morning we went to the range and started shooting, to my amazement I shot better than most of the kids from bootcamp and was asked for advice about stance and firing technique.
That was weird!
The gunnery sergeant's face was priceless when he asked if I was one of the new sharpshooters they had recruited and I told him I was to be a signalist with the battalion HQ
Here's the rifle..
and here's the best group of the day, they weren't all as good as this
I promised to bring the 1815 musket to the range sometime to try out the exercises.
There! I knew I could get some BP into the post!
/A
Edit: Moved to the Rifle country, thanks mod!
This weekend I joined Sweden's national guard, the Homeguard, after persistent nagging by a colleague. My memories of the Homeguard is from my grandfather, he and some other old stooges in old gray wollen uniforms and m/98 Mausers who sat around shooting the breeze so I expected a laidback weekend with plenty of coffee and exchanging stories about our army days.
Turns out it was me and a friend and bunch of twenty-something year old kids straight out of boot camp... The youngest was born in 92, that's the year I left the army.
Today I'm so sore I could hardly get out of bed, but military lessons sits deep.
The HG are issued modernized G3s, the weapon I was originally trained on, instead of the FN FNC the kids had trained with, and the procedures were embedded somewhere in my hind brain so I had an advantage.
Sitting in a hole in the ground in the middle of the night I was the first to produce the firing pin for inspection and the first to declare "locked and loaded" after reassembly.
Next morning we went to the range and started shooting, to my amazement I shot better than most of the kids from bootcamp and was asked for advice about stance and firing technique.
That was weird!
The gunnery sergeant's face was priceless when he asked if I was one of the new sharpshooters they had recruited and I told him I was to be a signalist with the battalion HQ
Here's the rifle..
and here's the best group of the day, they weren't all as good as this
I promised to bring the 1815 musket to the range sometime to try out the exercises.
There! I knew I could get some BP into the post!
/A
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