yhtomit
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Here in Eastern PA, there's snow on the ground, and last night the local roads were pretty bad -- I saw three cars needing police attention in a stretch of less than three miles on Thursday night, and yesterday was only slightly better. Today, though, I thought it was worth it to go shoot the Sub2000 9mm I bought this month from another THR member. After all, that's what car insurance is for!
Now, since it was cold enough to keep snow snow, and I left later in the day than I wanted, today was mostly a function check. The gun came with two mags -- two (generic?) 12-round S&W 59 mags, and one Kel-Tec 10-rounder. Figuring it might too cold for comfort at the range, I loaded each of these with a few cartridges. (For rifles, at the PA State Game Land ranges, the limit's three rounds in the mag at a time.)
After a while playing at the handgun range adjacent, I hopped over to the rifle range, unfolded the Sub2000 -- it's hard to resist just playing with and showing off the folding process, the design is so clever. Set up a small reactive target at the "short range" station (50 feet? That's my guess), inserted one of the mags, worked the Home Depot-looking bolt. Aim (as best I could -- with earmuffs, the Sub2000's shape makes getting a cheekweld pretty awkward!), ssssqueeeeeze that creepy trigger,* and BANG!
ASIDE: This is one trigger that could come with a restroom break, or perhaps the hot-towel refresher on an international flight. It could have subtitles. I think I spotted the Shackleton Antarctic expedition somewhere in the first third of the pull, and they declined my help, seeing that I would not be with them for quite some time. New species emerged, looked around with the wide-eyed, bright innocent look that new species have, and were taken by wolves. I was able to drive home only because I found a leak in the space-time continuum; somewhere, my right index finger is still seeking the decisive moment *before* that bang.
Aside from the trigger (which, in fact, is only 2/3 as creepy as I let on above), the gun is a blast. With hands shaking from the cold, low-end Remington ammo, impulsive rather than carefully contemplated shot timing, and still getting used to the geometry of this tiny gun, it was anything but a fair test of the Sub-2000's accuracy, but since my expectations were modest, I was very pleased with the grouping (could mostly be covered with a hand-span), and look forward to shooting it in slightly warmer weather.
Recoil? A slight nudge is all. More than .22 Long Rifle, that's all I'd say. If something bumped you this hard while you were napping in a hammock, you'd keep dreaming.
In fact, rather than recoil, the thing I noticed in the feel of the Sub2000 is the distinct rhythm of the bolt after each shot -- the BANG is followed by an abbreviated whoosh-THUMP-whoosh.
There was another shooter on hand who I showed the gun to; he fired a few rounds, and I should note that his first shot resulted in the only failure observed in the course of the 18 or so shots actually fired -- a stovepiped round. (Yes, that's eighteen rounds -- like I said, it was cold, and time was short, not to mention the hateful cost of ammo. The range closes at sun-set, and I think we missed being sun-set upon by the thinnest of margins.)
Cleaning it, of course, is a breeze -- I like the nice safe feeling of a barrel indisputably, no-kidding, no-questions-asked disconnected from the action of a gun when cleaning, no matter how many times I have checked or triple checked it. (Before shooting it today, though it was sent in perfectly fine condition, I squirted in some Rem-Oil and ran patches through until it was dry. The rod that came with my Saiga worked fine for this.)
I left my battery charger in Philadelphia, therefore won't let anyone else snicker at how generously I describe my groups, but let it be clear -- with aim that veered toward the casual, I did not miss my little target, even if I wasn't exactly punching out the bullseye.
In short: if zombies come and they're susceptible to 9mm while I am equipped with this gun and an infinite supply of S&W mags, the movie will turn out for the best.
On the other hand, if this gun does land up on some idiot-driven prohibition list, I hope to acquire another one as well -- maybe one in .40? Maybe a Glock gripped one rather than S&W? I don't have any guns in .40 at the moment, but I've slowly been assembling enough brass to one day rationalize getting one
Hope this was a helpful account --
timothy
Now, since it was cold enough to keep snow snow, and I left later in the day than I wanted, today was mostly a function check. The gun came with two mags -- two (generic?) 12-round S&W 59 mags, and one Kel-Tec 10-rounder. Figuring it might too cold for comfort at the range, I loaded each of these with a few cartridges. (For rifles, at the PA State Game Land ranges, the limit's three rounds in the mag at a time.)
After a while playing at the handgun range adjacent, I hopped over to the rifle range, unfolded the Sub2000 -- it's hard to resist just playing with and showing off the folding process, the design is so clever. Set up a small reactive target at the "short range" station (50 feet? That's my guess), inserted one of the mags, worked the Home Depot-looking bolt. Aim (as best I could -- with earmuffs, the Sub2000's shape makes getting a cheekweld pretty awkward!), ssssqueeeeeze that creepy trigger,* and BANG!
ASIDE: This is one trigger that could come with a restroom break, or perhaps the hot-towel refresher on an international flight. It could have subtitles. I think I spotted the Shackleton Antarctic expedition somewhere in the first third of the pull, and they declined my help, seeing that I would not be with them for quite some time. New species emerged, looked around with the wide-eyed, bright innocent look that new species have, and were taken by wolves. I was able to drive home only because I found a leak in the space-time continuum; somewhere, my right index finger is still seeking the decisive moment *before* that bang.
Aside from the trigger (which, in fact, is only 2/3 as creepy as I let on above), the gun is a blast. With hands shaking from the cold, low-end Remington ammo, impulsive rather than carefully contemplated shot timing, and still getting used to the geometry of this tiny gun, it was anything but a fair test of the Sub-2000's accuracy, but since my expectations were modest, I was very pleased with the grouping (could mostly be covered with a hand-span), and look forward to shooting it in slightly warmer weather.
Recoil? A slight nudge is all. More than .22 Long Rifle, that's all I'd say. If something bumped you this hard while you were napping in a hammock, you'd keep dreaming.
In fact, rather than recoil, the thing I noticed in the feel of the Sub2000 is the distinct rhythm of the bolt after each shot -- the BANG is followed by an abbreviated whoosh-THUMP-whoosh.
There was another shooter on hand who I showed the gun to; he fired a few rounds, and I should note that his first shot resulted in the only failure observed in the course of the 18 or so shots actually fired -- a stovepiped round. (Yes, that's eighteen rounds -- like I said, it was cold, and time was short, not to mention the hateful cost of ammo. The range closes at sun-set, and I think we missed being sun-set upon by the thinnest of margins.)
Cleaning it, of course, is a breeze -- I like the nice safe feeling of a barrel indisputably, no-kidding, no-questions-asked disconnected from the action of a gun when cleaning, no matter how many times I have checked or triple checked it. (Before shooting it today, though it was sent in perfectly fine condition, I squirted in some Rem-Oil and ran patches through until it was dry. The rod that came with my Saiga worked fine for this.)
I left my battery charger in Philadelphia, therefore won't let anyone else snicker at how generously I describe my groups, but let it be clear -- with aim that veered toward the casual, I did not miss my little target, even if I wasn't exactly punching out the bullseye.
In short: if zombies come and they're susceptible to 9mm while I am equipped with this gun and an infinite supply of S&W mags, the movie will turn out for the best.
On the other hand, if this gun does land up on some idiot-driven prohibition list, I hope to acquire another one as well -- maybe one in .40? Maybe a Glock gripped one rather than S&W? I don't have any guns in .40 at the moment, but I've slowly been assembling enough brass to one day rationalize getting one
Hope this was a helpful account --
timothy
