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My new, sawed off, Universal Firearms Corp Model 2012 20 gauge truck gun
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forindooruseonly
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But why so long in the stock?
Just saw it all the way off and it gets even handier in tight places..
Nice jobBut why so long in the stock?
Just saw it all the way off and it gets even handier in tight places..
I left the stock intact because I am not going to be be the most common user of that particular firearm
Also I am not a woodworker, but I would love to do that treatment to a 20GA SxS if I come across a good candidate
I have a pair of factory Remington 870WP shotguns for really tight quarters or carrying.
image courtesy of IMFDB
Ranger514
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Howdah Doody!
Colt SAA--Have you ever had your hand slip forward while pumping the action? When I was reading the posts on the new Shockwave I was intrigued by the strap that is mounted on the forearm to keep the hand from sliding forward and in front of the muzzle. I don't guess it's a bad idea, I just never envisioned that being necessary with a pump shotgun. My hand has never slipped forward while firing pumps over the years (or maybe it has and I did not realize it because I have never fired any shotgun with less than an 18 inch barrel so my hand was not blown off!).
That is not a photo of my personal 870WP, it is from the IMFDB
All three of my shorty pumps (Rem & Moss) came from factories with the forend mounted straps. I just slip my hand through it without thinking otherwise
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bushmaster1313
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I had the little booger out to the range today. Shot great - here are two rounds of 2 3/4" Number 3 buck at 7 yards.
I have been told it is Number 3 Buck
Is that a typical 20 gauge cylinder Number 3 Buck spread?
I usually get much tighter with 12 gauge 00 Buck at 7 yards with a 20" Cylinder barrel
Not giving you a hard time
Just asking
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He said #3 Buck, not 00. #3 is almost .10 inch smaller in diameter-- a shell holds considerably more.
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sigp220.45
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I'm not sure what would be typical. I was also surprised at the spread.
It was an indoor range and I ran the target down to the 7 yard marker and let fly with the the right then left barrel, and that is what I got.
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sigp220.45
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Here it is with its final Wal Mart refinements:
Butt sleeve - $4.88
Flashlight - $9.88
Inner tube - $3.88
I'll try it out to see how the light fares. It claims to have "shock resistant construction" put there by the fine folks at the Xing Wang Tractor and Flashlight Concern of Chow Yun Fat Province. We shall see. I've had good luck with this set up on other guns. The trick is to get an inner tube that requires near blasphemy levels of swearing to get over the light.
The muzzles look brown because I couldn't find any liquid blue in my junk drawer, but there was a bottle of Birchwood Casey Plum Brown Barrel Finish left over from a muzzleloader kit build. Live and learn. I'll either sand if off, or just forget about it. Most likely the latter.
Butt sleeve - $4.88
Flashlight - $9.88
Inner tube - $3.88
I'll try it out to see how the light fares. It claims to have "shock resistant construction" put there by the fine folks at the Xing Wang Tractor and Flashlight Concern of Chow Yun Fat Province. We shall see. I've had good luck with this set up on other guns. The trick is to get an inner tube that requires near blasphemy levels of swearing to get over the light.
The muzzles look brown because I couldn't find any liquid blue in my junk drawer, but there was a bottle of Birchwood Casey Plum Brown Barrel Finish left over from a muzzleloader kit build. Live and learn. I'll either sand if off, or just forget about it. Most likely the latter.
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BUFF
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Ninth grade and the only firearm I own is a really ratty single shot 12 gauge break-open hammer gun. I'm reading Outdoor Life or Field and Stream or some such and I see the new Thompson/Center Contender. A light (okay, a very dim light) goes off in my head and I decide to turn my shotgun into an ersatz Contender.
I talk to my shop teacher. He knows nothing about firearms and their laws, being the same teacher who assisted me in my Magnum crossbow project earlier in the year. I show him the Contender article. He says, "Sure, why not?!"
I am aware of the possible reaction of some folks if they see "that BUFF kid" wandering the halls of the school with a shotgun, so I take in just the barrel first. 12 inches seems to look about right with the wood forearm, so I hacksaw off the excess then put it in a lathe or mill or whatever it was and true up the muzzle. I drill and tap a hole for the bead sight and then break the bead away from the threaded portion removing it from the stub. Not knowing about places like Brownells back then, I lean on the shop teacher for a little assistance and we make a post sort of a ramp kinda front sight blade with a thicker threaded base. I made the barrel hole a bit bigger so the threaded post could be bigger and stronger and might stay on longer. Neatly done.
My father was a finish carpenter and cabinet maker and his shop in the garage was better equipped than the junior high's wood shop. I decided to make a new pistol grip/buttstock replacement out of a nice scrap block of walnut, as the old buttstock didn't have much of a pistol grip and had a couple of cracks in it. It took a while to get everything to fit, I only had to start the pistol grip over twice. I finished up by sanding down the old forend and giving both wood pieces a couple of coats of stain and then three or four coats of tung oil.
I was as pleased with my handiwork as a 15 year old idiot can be.
The shop teacher told me to bring it in and show him and it would serve as my graded project for the semester. Bring in a 12 gauge sawed-off shotgun to school!!! !!!
Taken down, it fit in my gym bag. The shop teacher seemed pleased and I got an A for the project.
My parents knew little to nothing about guns or shooting. One of my neighbors was an avid outdoorsman and I took it over to show him and ask for advice about ammunition. Good old Ed's eyeballs about fell out of their sockets when I handed it to him. Then he started laughing. He knew me well enough to believe me when I told him I had no idea how many laws I was breaking after he explained them to me, and why it was such a good idea to beat the barrel flat and throw the whole mess in the local river.
After a while, he asked, "Shoot it yet, BUFF?"
"Nope. That's part of what I wanted to ask you about."
"Well, all the choke was in the end of the barrel you cut off. I doubt you could hit anything from the width of the basement here. I'd try these low brass nines, (as he handed me a half dozen shotshells), but be advised that even with those, that's gonna kick bad, really bad. Try a couple of these double oughts. Try a couple of these slugs, too. And don't let anybody see you with that thing." He grinned. Ed understood teenage boys.
Not having a license or access to a car, it was a year or so before I could venture afield with it and took a couple of buddies rabbit hunting. They were amazed. We set up some cans as targets. Nobody wanted to shoot it twice. So, off through the sagebrush in search of the wily jackrabbits we went.
There's some kind of small bird native to the western deserts. About sparrow or starling size, they fly in swarms. A small swarm made a mistake by landing in/on/around/all over a juniper bush just in front of us. I holstered the .22 revolver I had been shooting at the rabbits and drew the 12 gauge felony. It had a low brass nine shell in it. I thumb-cocked the hammer, pointed my deluxe custom front sight into the middle of the juniper, squinted and fired.
Most of the little birds flew off. We counted about twenty something dead ones that didn't.
Yes, it was educational, but I still feel a bit guilty for killing those harmless little birds.
The shot also tore open the web of my hand between the thumb and trigger finger.
Two or three years later, as I was preparing to leave home for a few years, I realized that if my little brother ever found the gat, his judgment might be even worse than mine, so I took the shotgun apart and put different pieces in different spots. My dad ran across the barrel while I was gone and not knowing what it was, threw it away. I tossed the rest. It was all for the better, after all.
I like you folks' short doubles. I may have to hunt one down myself.
I talk to my shop teacher. He knows nothing about firearms and their laws, being the same teacher who assisted me in my Magnum crossbow project earlier in the year. I show him the Contender article. He says, "Sure, why not?!"
I am aware of the possible reaction of some folks if they see "that BUFF kid" wandering the halls of the school with a shotgun, so I take in just the barrel first. 12 inches seems to look about right with the wood forearm, so I hacksaw off the excess then put it in a lathe or mill or whatever it was and true up the muzzle. I drill and tap a hole for the bead sight and then break the bead away from the threaded portion removing it from the stub. Not knowing about places like Brownells back then, I lean on the shop teacher for a little assistance and we make a post sort of a ramp kinda front sight blade with a thicker threaded base. I made the barrel hole a bit bigger so the threaded post could be bigger and stronger and might stay on longer. Neatly done.
My father was a finish carpenter and cabinet maker and his shop in the garage was better equipped than the junior high's wood shop. I decided to make a new pistol grip/buttstock replacement out of a nice scrap block of walnut, as the old buttstock didn't have much of a pistol grip and had a couple of cracks in it. It took a while to get everything to fit, I only had to start the pistol grip over twice. I finished up by sanding down the old forend and giving both wood pieces a couple of coats of stain and then three or four coats of tung oil.
I was as pleased with my handiwork as a 15 year old idiot can be.
The shop teacher told me to bring it in and show him and it would serve as my graded project for the semester. Bring in a 12 gauge sawed-off shotgun to school!!! !!!
Taken down, it fit in my gym bag. The shop teacher seemed pleased and I got an A for the project.
My parents knew little to nothing about guns or shooting. One of my neighbors was an avid outdoorsman and I took it over to show him and ask for advice about ammunition. Good old Ed's eyeballs about fell out of their sockets when I handed it to him. Then he started laughing. He knew me well enough to believe me when I told him I had no idea how many laws I was breaking after he explained them to me, and why it was such a good idea to beat the barrel flat and throw the whole mess in the local river.
After a while, he asked, "Shoot it yet, BUFF?"
"Nope. That's part of what I wanted to ask you about."
"Well, all the choke was in the end of the barrel you cut off. I doubt you could hit anything from the width of the basement here. I'd try these low brass nines, (as he handed me a half dozen shotshells), but be advised that even with those, that's gonna kick bad, really bad. Try a couple of these double oughts. Try a couple of these slugs, too. And don't let anybody see you with that thing." He grinned. Ed understood teenage boys.
Not having a license or access to a car, it was a year or so before I could venture afield with it and took a couple of buddies rabbit hunting. They were amazed. We set up some cans as targets. Nobody wanted to shoot it twice. So, off through the sagebrush in search of the wily jackrabbits we went.
There's some kind of small bird native to the western deserts. About sparrow or starling size, they fly in swarms. A small swarm made a mistake by landing in/on/around/all over a juniper bush just in front of us. I holstered the .22 revolver I had been shooting at the rabbits and drew the 12 gauge felony. It had a low brass nine shell in it. I thumb-cocked the hammer, pointed my deluxe custom front sight into the middle of the juniper, squinted and fired.
Most of the little birds flew off. We counted about twenty something dead ones that didn't.
Yes, it was educational, but I still feel a bit guilty for killing those harmless little birds.
The shot also tore open the web of my hand between the thumb and trigger finger.
Two or three years later, as I was preparing to leave home for a few years, I realized that if my little brother ever found the gat, his judgment might be even worse than mine, so I took the shotgun apart and put different pieces in different spots. My dad ran across the barrel while I was gone and not knowing what it was, threw it away. I tossed the rest. It was all for the better, after all.
I like you folks' short doubles. I may have to hunt one down myself.
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Looks good.
I never met a long barrel shotgun I didn't want to cut down to just over 18". Here's a single shot 16 gauge Westernfield I picked-up in a trade. It started life with a longer barrel. I've since ditched the hi-viz for a brass bead. Definitely has some wallop when you shoot slugs.
I never met a long barrel shotgun I didn't want to cut down to just over 18". Here's a single shot 16 gauge Westernfield I picked-up in a trade. It started life with a longer barrel. I've since ditched the hi-viz for a brass bead. Definitely has some wallop when you shoot slugs.
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