Range Toys- What Belongs In Your Safe?
(UPDATE at the end of the article 12/28/14)
We have a saying at IKYA, which probably also serves as an abbreviated mission statement.
Tools not Toys
It was a heavy heart that I walked into the gun shop a couple of days ago, credit card in hand. Please let it not be there. I'll just peek in, it will be gone, and I'll walk back home with no regrets. But it was there, and at the same 'sale' price I had seen a few weeks ago. It's mostly a fishing store. Understandable they wouldn't be up to date on the latest news.
There was no stopping at that point. The rough action, sharp edges, and klunky ergos of the Saiga 12 were all too welcome in my hands now that the new sanctions had become law, basically banning the import of all the most popular Russian weapons based on the revered Kalashnikov platform.
Obama in his much maligned role of gun salesman of the decade had just doubled the value of my Saiga 7.62x39 project overnight and this was probably the last chance I was ever going to have to own a mag-fed semi-auto 12 gauge shotgun at moderately overinflated prices. The woman behind the counter asked me if I wanted the box. Hell yeah. There's no way I'm paying $900 for a $350 shotgun and not taking every little scrap of toxic corrosion-resistant paper that comes with it.
Tomorrow it's going down to the police station to get registered, then right back home to take a nice nap in the safe until the prices on gunbroker say it's time to find a new home. Meanwhile it calls softly from the hard plastic case. Lube me. Stroke my action. Fiddle with my flippy bits. Spend six hours on the net figuring out the best accessories so you can dress me up all pretty.
Sorry Ma'am. I already have a home defense shotgun and she fits my needs just fine. Maybe one day I'll have a little clay buster on the side for improving hand-eye-coordination, but one look at you and I can already tell it's going to be way too much of a commitment. We would have to spend a lot of time just getting to know each other, never mind the 30 round drums, polished internals, and all the other dudes at the range checking you out. That time and money could be used on much more faithful platforms, and the other ponies in my stable are lonely enough as it is.
Don't get me wrong. You are a hot commodity at this point, and your star power is set to rise. Maybe if things were different...
Sure it would be fun, but when push comes to shove it could never be you. For one thing you come with a lot of baggage. It's one thing to send a hundred ounces of lead downrange in a minute when there's a table conveniently located in front of you and the targets aren't shooting back, but nobody wants to climb a mountain with that kind of loadout. Is that even possible? Someone out there must have it figured out. Maybe we can find a good match online for you, but in the meantime you should probably sleep on the couch. Lord knows I don't need the temptation.
UPDATE: Ok. I admit it. The siren call was too much. Orderd a drum mag from MD Arms and my curiosity got the best of me. Going to do a build up and an article will follow soon after. Here's the short version: This thing is amazing. Out of the box it's rough around the edges and needs some serious tweaks to make it even remotely comfortable, but the fun factor is out of this world. Yeah a Benelli M4 would be even better, but it's in a different category: Straight up good times.