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Plinking - The love of simple things.

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Fledermaus

Fledermaus

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In the past i used to burn through 350 shot tubes of BBs in short order just shooting cans and debris.

My father would have Marines over to the house and I was the recipient of dozens and dozens of good targets.

Fill the beer cans with water, set them up on a low wall and just while away the hours.

I was in heaven once the 'milk carton' of 2000+ BBs became available.

Later still I graduated to .22 rifles and pistols. 500 Round bricks were the rule at this point.

Trips to the desert. Finding an active shooting area. Setting up spent shotgun shells as targets. Kicking back in the shade to plink away. Stopping only to reload, set targets back up and a cool one.

Another Saturday well spent.
 
Fledermaus said:
In the past i used to burn through 350 shot tubes of BBs in short order just shooting cans and debris.

My father would have Marines over to the house and I was the recipient of dozens and dozens of good targets.

Fill the beer cans with water, set them up on a low wall and just while away the hours.

I was in heaven once the 'milk carton' of 2000+ BBs became available.

Later still I graduated to .22 rifles and pistols. 500 Round bricks were the rule at this point.

Trips to the desert. Finding an active shooting area. Setting up spent shotgun shells as targets. Kicking back in the shade to plink away. Stopping only to reload, set targets back up and a cool one.

Another Saturday well spent.
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I too have spent countless hours plinking, and I've been doing it since I was a youngster.
 
Fledermaus said:
In the past i used to burn through 350 shot tubes of BBs in short order just shooting cans and debris.

My father would have Marines over to the house and I was the recipient of dozens and dozens of good targets.

Fill the beer cans with water, set them up on a low wall and just while away the hours.

I was in heaven once the 'milk carton' of 2000+ BBs became available.

Later still I graduated to .22 rifles and pistols. 500 Round bricks were the rule at this point.

Trips to the desert. Finding an active shooting area. Setting up spent shotgun shells as targets. Kicking back in the shade to plink away. Stopping only to reload, set targets back up and a cool one.

Another Saturday well spent.
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Alcohol and guns, what could happen?
 
Fledermaus said:
In the past i used to burn through 350 shot tubes of BBs in short order just shooting cans and debris.

My father would have Marines over to the house and I was the recipient of dozens and dozens of good targets.

Fill the beer cans with water, set them up on a low wall and just while away the hours.

I was in heaven once the 'milk carton' of 2000+ BBs became available.

Later still I graduated to .22 rifles and pistols. 500 Round bricks were the rule at this point.

Trips to the desert. Finding an active shooting area. Setting up spent shotgun shells as targets. Kicking back in the shade to plink away. Stopping only to reload, set targets back up and a cool one.

Another Saturday well spent.
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It is getting harder and harder to find areas to go plinking, the farm of my Youth, is still there but 6 hours away.
going to a shooting range, does not have quite the same appeal.
 
longview said:
It is getting harder and harder to find areas to go plinking, the farm of my Youth, is still there but 6 hours away.
going to a shooting range, does not have quite the same appeal.
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Two favorites for me and mine are located in California of all places.

One off I-10 near 1000 Palms. People from LA, Orange county and San Diego county favorites that spot. Literally hundreds and hundreds of spent 12 gauge to choose from on one of the plateaus.

Another was off I-15 between Victorville and Barstow. Pulled off the paved road and the ground looked golden brown from the spent brass. Locals shooting by the dozens. All manner of firearms. Sheriffs rolled up and simply walked around chatting with the shooters. All was good and they departed.
 
Mr Person said:
Fun.


Or dead people.
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Many years ago, I went to a buddy’s house to help him clear some brush on a piece of land he was preparing to build a home. After the labor, after dark, we built a fire and his dad joined us. Dad brought a bottle of gin or vodka, I can’t remember. Dad also brought a .45 Colt. After a good portion on the alcohol was gone, dad broke out the pistol, there was much ducking and hugging the dirt.....everyone survived the event, but still........
 
co2 powered bb pistol on a rural farm in upstate south carolina once school was over
anything that moved was a potential target to this nine year old ... in addition to most things that did not
emancipated from the air force bases i had lived, where no guns and no fireworks were allowed, that summer with my grandparents and Mom's 'baby' brother was quite memorable
weekend afternoons with my uncle - think wally to my beaver cleaver - driving around shotgun in his 57 ford, listening to rock n roll played loud on that awful AM radio. getting a dollar's worth of 10 cent chili dogs and cold dopes (slang term for sodas at the time) from the pool hall and a quick trip to the dump to shoot rats with his .22
good times
 
Fledermaus said:
In the past i used to burn through 350 shot tubes of BBs in short order just shooting cans and debris.

My father would have Marines over to the house and I was the recipient of dozens and dozens of good targets.

Fill the beer cans with water, set them up on a low wall and just while away the hours.

I was in heaven once the 'milk carton' of 2000+ BBs became available.

Later still I graduated to .22 rifles and pistols. 500 Round bricks were the rule at this point.

Trips to the desert. Finding an active shooting area. Setting up spent shotgun shells as targets. Kicking back in the shade to plink away. Stopping only to reload, set targets back up and a cool one.

Another Saturday well spent.
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Spent shot shells FTW. Gotta EM1- Erma, and my youngest son and I would spend a lot of time knocking them down.
 
Fledermaus said:
In the past i used to burn through 350 shot tubes of BBs in short order just shooting cans and debris.

My father would have Marines over to the house and I was the recipient of dozens and dozens of good targets.

Fill the beer cans with water, set them up on a low wall and just while away the hours.

I was in heaven once the 'milk carton' of 2000+ BBs became available.

Later still I graduated to .22 rifles and pistols. 500 Round bricks were the rule at this point.

Trips to the desert. Finding an active shooting area. Setting up spent shotgun shells as targets. Kicking back in the shade to plink away. Stopping only to reload, set targets back up and a cool one.

Another Saturday well spent.
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My cousin used to work at a golf course as a teen, and would bring home hundreds of golf balls that we would set up in a line on an old split rail fence at our farm; plinking those off the fence all day long with our .22's was the best way to pass the day as a 12 year old....my daughter did the same when she inherited my old lever action 22.
 
Rexedgar said:
Many years ago, I went to a buddy’s house to help him clear some brush on a piece of land he was preparing to build a home. After the labor, after dark, we built a fire and his dad joined us. Dad brought a bottle of gin or vodka, I can’t remember. Dad also brought a .45 Colt. After a good portion on the alcohol was gone, dad broke out the pistol, there was much ducking and hugging the dirt.....everyone survived the event, but still........
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I worked with a guy who almost shot his toes off while clearing a .45.

Drunk as a skunk.

Didn't even remember it in the morning. I dug the slug out of the floor before he would believe me. We hid his guns for the remainder of the trip.
 
Fledermaus said:
In the past i used to burn through 350 shot tubes of BBs in short order just shooting cans and debris.

My father would have Marines over to the house and I was the recipient of dozens and dozens of good targets.

Fill the beer cans with water, set them up on a low wall and just while away the hours.

I was in heaven once the 'milk carton' of 2000+ BBs became available.

Later still I graduated to .22 rifles and pistols. 500 Round bricks were the rule at this point.

Trips to the desert. Finding an active shooting area. Setting up spent shotgun shells as targets. Kicking back in the shade to plink away. Stopping only to reload, set targets back up and a cool one.

Another Saturday well spent.
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My Mom's farm was 160 acres more or less with about 100 acres of that being woods. A pipeline ROW traversed the farm and there was a place out in the woods where it crossed a fairly big ravine. All the vegetation had been cleared from the ROW and the ground was just starting to grow some weeds back but was subject to a little erosion. Small waterway in the bottom of the ravine, mostly dry during the hotter part of summer.

It was the best plinking spot I ever knew. Natural targets littered the far side of the ravine in the form of small exposed rocks, tufts of weeds, etc. Sitting in a comfortable spot on the near side, you could safely take shots at anywhere from near point blank to 100 yards. The slopes dried fast so even fairly soon after a rain you had puffs of dust to mark your shots. My main plinkers at that time were probably my Mod 17 S&W, a Mod 39 Marlin and a Hi Standard Double 9 that believe it or not, was more accurate than my Mod 17. I would usually take a brick of Wildcats or Lightning loss leader .22s that went for less than 10 bucks. Not leave until it was all gone.
 
RF667799 said:
My Mom's farm was 160 acres more or less with about 100 acres of that being woods. A pipeline ROW traversed the farm and there was a place out in the woods where it crossed a fairly big ravine. All the vegetation had been cleared from the ROW and the ground was just starting to grow some weeds back but was subject to a little erosion. Small waterway in the bottom of the ravine, mostly dry during the hotter part of summer.

It was the best plinking spot I ever knew. Natural targets littered the far side of the ravine in the form of small exposed rocks, tufts of weeds, etc. Sitting in a comfortable spot on the near side, you could safely take shots at anywhere from near point blank to 100 yards. The slopes dried fast so even fairly soon after a rain you had puffs of dust to mark your shots. My main plinkers at that time were probably my Mod 17 S&W, a Mod 39 Marlin and a Hi Standard Double 9 that believe it or not, was more accurate than my Mod 17. I would usually take a brick of Wildcats or Lightning loss leader .22s that went for less than 10 bucks. Not leave until it was all gone.
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I owned a .22 Hi Standard Sentinel snub for a couple of years. Accurate for a snubbie but nothing to write home about.

I've shot an older Mod 39 Marlin. Slick action and accurate IIRC.

CCI was the cheap ammo of choice with Stinger as the upgrade.
 
Fledermaus said:
I owned a .22 Hi Standard Sentinel snub for a couple of years. Accurate for a snubbie but nothing to write home about.

I've shot an older Mod 39 Marlin. Slick action and accurate IIRC.

CCI was the cheap ammo of choice with Stinger as the upgrade.
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The Double Nine was made to resemble a Colt SAA but was a double action and held nine rounds, as its name implies. Wasn't an expensive gun.

My Mod 39 was probably mid 70s vintage and was a carbine. I recall I traded a guy a Combat Commander in 9mm for it. I had wanted one since one day when I was about 13, my cousin shot a duck in mid air at pretty good range with his Mod 39. His was a rifle length with pistol grip stock and octagon barrel and was probably a much earlier version. Of course, the gun made no difference in his making that shot. He was as surprised as I was when the duck hit the water dead. But no matter, I had wanted one since that day.
 
RF667799 said:
The Double Nine was made to resemble a Colt SAA but was a double action and held nine rounds, as its name implies. Wasn't an expensive gun.

My Mod 39 was probably mid 70s vintage and was a carbine. I recall I traded a guy a Combat Commander in 9mm for it. I had wanted one since one day when I was about 13, my cousin shot a duck in mid air at pretty good range with his Mod 39. His was a rifle length with pistol grip stock and octagon barrel and was probably a much earlier version. Of course, the gun made no difference in his making that shot. He was as surprised as I was when the duck hit the water dead. But no matter, I had wanted one since that day.
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That one in a million shot is something to brag to the children and their children's children...
 
Yeah, plinking. Hold my beer.....

We have an old sand quarry about a mile from here by the river. Still go there once in a while.
Some of my youth was spent on my grandfather's farm. Ever try to shoot chickens in the head? Almost impossible. Always bobbin'. Harder to hit than doves.

First gun I actually bought was a surplus 8mm Persian Mauser from the local Western Auto store. I was 16 but the clerk rang it up. $18 + about 3% sales tax back then.
 
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