Well, I decided to try another experiment last week. This time it involved 146 grain lead .38 S & W bullets fired at 10 yards vs. a computer hard drive. While the .45-70's I shot at it went right on through, the .38 S & W's were less than spectacular, I found one slug that had bounced off and flattened right out. I can see why the .38 S & W wasn't everyone's favorite choice when it came to stopping power.

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Vaya con Dios

Looks a lot like the .32 S&W longs that I shot at an old SW radio with a thin steel front face. Bullet deformation and damage to the radio were about the same.

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Regards, Ron
USASA 1965/69

Something I have truly never seen before.

Now shoot it with a .223/5.56 and be really amazed.

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VIVERE MILITARE EST

Just another pleasure the younger generation doesn't get to do. We used to go "hunting" at the city dump. Lucky for us, it was just on the border of the local town, outside city limits. Better still, the guys at the dump hated rats with a passion. We were careful of the direction we shot, and everything was fair game. I know how environmentally unsound this next will be, but my personal favorite was old TVs. Sure, at a safe distance. And we didn't have hard drives or computers. Just junk to terminate. A pocket full (not really) of ammo and a single shot 22 rifle, mostly beat to death. Better still, they didn't have SWAT teams, and you could walk thru town with it slung over your shoulder and wouldn't get a second glance. It was assumed we weren't up to no good. We'd just gone shooting.

Ok, I haven't visited the site of the old dump in years and years. Its probably an EPA brown field. If the sissy's at the EPA even knew where it was. Its probably covered with 50' of clay. All those glass shards, you know.

And I haven't thought about that area in years. One thing I do remember was finding the worldly remains of an old pistol range. When I got home I asked my father about it. He just gave me a blank look. Of course he was gone for WWII. So I did the next best thing, I walked about a mile over to the Chief of Police's house and asked him. Johnny Baldwin's house. He didn't answer the door with a gun. He was everyone's friend. I asked him. He just looked at me with a puzzled stare, then said "oh my god". He hadn't even thought about it in years. It was where he practiced as a young patrolman just before and during WWII.

It was summer, and I was maybe 12 or 13. I was walking down the street a few days later and "got picked up by the police". Yes, same chief. He drove me out and we parked by the dump, then we went hiking. I went right to it, he suggested it had moved over the years! Trees where there'd been none but the backstops were kind of intact as were the shooting bench's. They had decayed from termites and wood rot, not from being destroyed by wanton shooting. He scraped with his boot and we came up with a bunch of old, fired cases. On the backstop, or really below it, we found some washed out bullets.

But I respected him a lot. He was a good man. And today I bet they've dozed over the shooting range, too.

Around here, if you find a gravel pit where folks are shooting, you'll find all kinds of computer parts shot to hell. Back then leaving shot up **** on the dump was acceptable.

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.357 mag vs. washing machine carcass is usually quite entertaining around here. Grandpa didn't pay for garbage pickup so there are lots of good targets in the holler. A 1955 chev. 4-door was prime target for years, but is rusted away now.

Good range report. I guess that's why it's called a hard disk?

Chris

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