The SEALs were also told to turn in their handguns that fired .45 ACP and take the service issued 9mm handguns instead. That didn’t work out either. When the weapon that you carry is a matter of life and death, you tend to go with something that actually works rather than the bureaucrat’s choice for you. At least that was how the Navy saw it.
When you are talking M-14 these days, it’s only sort of your daddy’s M-14.
The M-14 EBR takes the standard M14 action and replaces the standard 22.0″ barrel with an 18.0″ barrel. The barreled action is then bolted into a telescoping chassis stock system, with a pistol grip, a different front sight, Harris bipod. The forestock is replaced by a Picatinny rail system and the “Navy flash hider” replaces the standard, lugged US military flash suppressor. A vertical foregrip makes the weapon easier to aim and shoot. Various sighting options are available. The Wind Talker silencer/suppressor is occasionally used in place of the the DC Vortex flash hider.
I personally prefer the M-14 to the M-16. The M-16 CAR has its uses, and I have carried it at times, but it doesn’t stand up to the M-14 as a combat weapon in my experience.
|Fully “kitted out” M-14 EBR|
This would be perfect for suppressing the feral hawg population in Central Texas in my opinion. I wish that a church group (hint-hint) would contribute to eliminating the feral hawg plague in Texas so that farmers could produce crops to feed a hungry world more easily. Buying these rifles for qualified shooters would go a long way toward solving this problem. (plug for LSP) If the Anglican Church buys me a rifle, I will bring my own ammo and will hunt the hawgs to extinction. Evenings will be spent BBQing steaks and roasting corn. How’s that for a deal?
On another note:
In the coming week, I will be working to get more funding for my company from New York bankers. None of the bankers that I’ve met are Muslims… Most of them are getting ready for Passover…
|Let’s talk about race…|
There may be some on-the-road blogging as I trudge, hat in hand, through the Big Apple, begging for rich men’s table scraps, occasionally throwing my hands in the air, screaming “I can’t breathe”. That’s what people do in NY/NY these days, right?
I’m not going to put tape over my mouth because that would keep me from eating pizza and alternatively screaming, “I can’t breathe”. Hopefully nobody throws a Heimlich maneuver chest lock on me while I’m trying to blend in with the rest of the liberals in the Big Apple.
Therefore, I’m announcing here on this blog that my political correctness can only go so far – it has limits. My hypocrisy, however, would seemingly be limitless — in New York, anyway.