just squeeze the trigger and keep pumping...
Posted on 12/28/2008 6:14:14 PM PST by GusBreacher
I'm looking to buy a 12ga, autoloader/semi-auto 12ga, and I'm needing some sage advice.
I've read that the US Military has used these. Beyond that, I know zip about shotguns, except that I have my Grandpa's 10ga, single barrel, cracked stock, which hasn't been fired in 50+ years. (A gunsmith is going to work that piece long before I ever do. It's a "mantle-hanger", for now.)
Can anyone offer me some firsthand experience, or opinions on some units to try/buy?
Price? I'd like to stay under $1,000 if possible, including sight, case, cleaning kit, 500rnds.
Actually even shooting bad guys at close range requires you to actually point the shotgun right at the target not just in the general vicinity. While it is not necessary to aim to the degree of a rifle, you do look down the barrel, using that bead.
We have had a few Brownings and have loved them. 12 gauge Slug guns for deer hunting, one that shot 3 1/2 inch shells for Turkey and a 20 gauge upland. All have worked flawlessly with cheap and high quality shells.
With auto's, you have to find the ammo the the gun likes. I prefer to choose what I like!
12ga pumps eat what they are given, bird shot or buck, no complaints. If it short cycles, its operator malfunction!
Remington 870 or Mossberg 500, take you pick.
I use the sights all the time with my shotgun but then again, I’m not using it like you do. I’m not shooting trap or skeet. I’m shooting targets in an IDPA manner with a ghost ring.
The next competitor complained I was taking too long to shoot my Mossberg 500 pump. I averaged about 11 seconds for twelve targets.
He missed. I didn’t.
I have to admit, I wish I had an autoloader. I can’t imagine how fast I could be without pumping the next round.
I live in a small condo
Moosberg 500 Tactical
good question and dot sights are coming on a bit in popularity for shotguns also. mine are all beads but I am going to try out a dot soon.
Five Hunnerd Dollars and a Pump Shotgun by Dennis Dezendorf
It's all a tale of living, of what a man can be. I'll pass it on from my life, so maybe you can see. There's very few things that can't get done With five hunnerd dollars and a pump shotgun.
It's been passed on to me, from father to the kid. Sometimes you have to stand tall, sometimes you best be hid. But a man can always stand tall, he never has to run With five hunnerd dollars and a pump shotgun.
There's times when life is fearful, there's times that aren't so good. When a man does what he has to, when he does just what he should. But he can keep his house warm, his place there in the sun With five hunnerd dollars and a pump shotgun.
One night the prisoners broke out, a few had rushed the gate. And Daddy heard that they were coming, heading down the interstate. But they didn't stop at our house, they continued on the run Cause Dad was on the front porch with a pump shotgun.
Sometimes my Dad worked overtime, sometimes from out of state My Momma didn't worry when the old man got in late She knew where Daddy kept them, could grab them on the run She had five hunnerd dollars and a pump shotgun.
It didn't matter what the trouble, didn't matter what the cause, If a kid got sick or the roof blew off, it didn't give her pause. If a wolf got in the chickens, just trying to have some fun, Mom would greet him warmly with a pump shotgun.
And when I started my house, with a baby on the way Dad came by one evening, said what he had to say "Remember all your lessons, and do what must be done. Here's five hunnerd dollars and a pump shotgun."
To my thinking you really don’t want to be shooting goose shells with any kind of a solid lockup gun.
just squeeze the trigger and keep pumping...
Some people actually take the bead sight off. I use it for shooting straight at a page of the Washington Post to check patterns. That’s actually a legit use for the wapo; nobody wraps fish in newspapers any more.
I love my Remington 870 Express Super Magnum
It’s a pump, not auto, but it get’s the job done.
It evolved from the popular “Wingmaster” shotgun.
I think I heard something like that before.
Grandpa’s Lesson
Pappy took to drinkin’ back when I was barely three.
Ma got pretty quiet. She was frettin’, you could see.
So I was sent to Grandpa and he raised me up real good.
He taught me what I oughta and he taught me what I should.
I learned a heap ‘o lessons from the yarns he liked to tell.
There’s one I won’t forget because I learned it ‘speshly well.
“There jist ain’t many folk who live a peaceful, carefree life.
Along with all the good times there’ll be lotsa grief and strife.
But ain’t many troubles that a man cain’t fix
With seven hundred dollars and a thirty ought six.”
Grandpa courted Grandma near the town of old Cheyenne.
Her daddy was cantankerous - a very greedy man.
He wouldn’t give permission for a fancy wedding day
‘Til grandpa paid a dowry—biggest ever people say.
Her daddy softened up when Grandpa said that he could fix
Him up with seven hundred dollars and a thirty ought six.
Grandpa herded cattle down around Jalisco way.
Ended up behind some iron bars one dusty day.
Seems the local jefe craved my Grandpa’s pinto mare.
Grandpa wouldn’t sell her so he lit on out of there.
Didn’t take much doin’ ‘cept a couple special tricks
plus seven hundred dollars and his thirty ought six.
Then there was that Faro game near San Francisco say.
Grandpa’s cards was smokin’ hot and he took all one day.
He woke up nearly naked in a ditch next early morn’.
With nothin’ but his flannel shirt, and it was ripped and torn.
Those others were professionals and they don’t play for kicks.
He lost seven hundred dollars and his thirty ought six.
He begged some woolen trousers off the local storekeep there
Who loaned him both a pony and a rifle on a dare.
He caught those thievin’ cardsharks at another Faro game.
He got back all his property and also his good name.
He left one bleedin’ badly and another mostly lame.
My grandpa’s trusty rifle shoots just where you choose to aim.
Grandpa’s slowin’ down a bit and just the other night
He handed me his rifle and a box sealed up real tight.
He fixed me with them pale grey eyes and this is what he said,
“You’re awful young but steady too and I will soon be dead.
I’ll bet this here old rifle and this honest money too
Will come in mighty handy just as readily for you.
There jist ain’t many folk who lead a carefree, peaceful life.
Along with times of happiness, there’s always woe and strife.
But ... aint many troubles that a man cain’t fix
with seven hundred dollars and his thirty ought six.”
Lindy Cooper Wisdom
December, 1995
As is usual...
We’ve gone about fifty posts without determining the most important thing...
What will be this gun’s primary use? Home defense? Waterfowl? Upland birds? Sporting clays?
Mossberg 930 SPX
Another reason I have the ghost ring is for slugs at 100 yards.
Thanks, enjoyed it.
I had a Remington 1100 12 gauge. A little heavy but sure wish I had it back.
I forgot to mention that poem is written by Col. Jeff Cooper’s daughter.
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