The market is filled with shotguns that were made for hunting, but are no longer used for that purpose, for two reasons. The first is that they only fire “short shells” (as my neighbors like to put it).
Colt was the king of the wheelgun world in the 1800s, even though other manufacturers made arguably better revolvers. That’s because Colt’s reputation was built on the rough, tough frontier; they were the first company to sell revolvers, and their handguns were arguably the reason tha...
Shooting Sports USA got the CMP on record about the new M14 sales program, as well as some updates on other sales opportunities. This episode of the National Matches Update Show has an interview with CMP Chairman and CEO Jerry O’Keefe, where he answers the questions so many of us have had. ...
Maryland Shall Issue and five carry-permit holders have filed Barreto v. Montgomery County, challenging the County’s rebuilt gun-carry ban, overlapping 100-yard exclusion zones and restrictions on lawful armed citizens going about their daily lives.
Here’s the truth about hitting small targets at extremely long distances The post I Shot A Prairie Dog At 1,368 Yards, And It Wasn’t (All) Luck appeared first on Outdoor Life.
In today’s review, Robert A. Sadowski tests the Armasight Thermal Contractor Pro 640 3-12x scope on a feral hog hunt. He mounted the optic to a Springfield Armory SAINT Victor to evaluate the thermal scope’s usefulness for hunting. The optic was provided to the author for the review. ...
Rifles brought from Europe were of little use in the American wilderness. So hunters, frontiersmen, and revolutionaries began demanding something new from their gunsmiths The post How the Kentucky Rifle Turned Frontier Hunters into America’s First Snipers appeared first on Outdoor Life.
Make your next range trip count with five shotgun drills that build speed, reloads, accuracy, target transitions, and real defensive gun-handling skill.
Charred lodgepoles scratching a gunmetal sky reflected my mood. This morning the elk had won. No plan in mind, I climbed beyond where they’d scattered. Probing the slope’s crest from the sit with my binocular, I saw it. Among ranks of black boles with low-arcing limbs, a branch curved up...