Our two-day mission began with a trip to JoKur’s cabin in northwestern Wisconsin – as you can see, he was well-camoflaged for the operation, complete with a Marine Corps-style patrol cap (where Mrs. Melobi came up with that one, I’ll never know).
We hit the local establishment for some burgers ‘n beer; the fries were underdone and the burgers had the stamped uniformity of pre-constructed patties, which was a distinct disappointment given the state’s high cow population. It was also an affront to greasy spoon restaurants everywhere – this place, so nondescript that it didn’t even have a name out front to identify it (Rommel’s? Lurkers? Lunkers? who knows), looked as if it had been constructed with surplus furnishings from a Denny’s franchise. The only real point of interest was the scoped rifle hanging behind the bar – but even that didn’t have much character, being what appeared to be a shiny-new Savage with a synthetic stock.
Then it was back to the cabin for our PMI (preliminary marksmanship instruction – more Army terminology). This was the lineup (of the long guns, anyway). From rear to front: DPMS AR-15 lower with .243 Winchester Super Short Magnum 24″ barrel upper; Savage 12 in .308 Winchester, with 26″ barrel and SWFA Super Sniper 10x scope; Bushmaster Varminter in .223, with 24″ barrel; and DPMS lower + Rock River Arms 16″ upper in 5.56mm with EOTech holosight. JoKur’s cousin and uncle were a little startled by the arsenal we displayed – the inevitable “are they fully automatic” question came up and I was just barely able to suppress the rolling of my eyes.
Can you spot Delobius in this picture? I’m the guy lying in the grass, while JoKur spots for me. Our shooting took place at FOB Braaten; located in an undisclosed location east of Hinckley, Minnesota, it was an ideal venue for our activities. JoKur was super-paranoid about some cops showing up (despite the fact that everything we were doing was perfectly legal), and his fears were validated when a helicopter gave us a pass…
…though they probably couldn’t see me because of my super-cool digital pants. I have to say, I look like a fucking bad-ass here – you’d barely know I was a Signal dork. JoKur looks pretty cool wearing my desert Gore-Tex jacket, too. And really, if you can’t shoot worth a damn, you might as well look good doing it.
Pretty Pretty Princess got in on the shooting action too – here he is behind his AR-15 in .243 WSSM. I didn’t believe him when he said he had an upper in that caliber – what a weird chambering for an AR. I sure believed him when he popped a couple of those fat little cartridges in a regular USGI 30-round magazine and touched one off – it was a literal slap in the face. The muzzle blast and noise were incredible, and it was none too reliable, having a couple of stovepipe jams in just 20 rounds.
We had to improvise our targets, and this was my sight-in target for the new Savage in .308. I guess “minute-of-breast” is acceptable accuracy for my first time out with all unfamiliar equipment. The other fun targets were old beer cans (still full) – we had a little shoot-off where JoKur would call out one of the cans, then Pretty Pretty and I would trade shots trying to bust them. Hot tip: beer cans make great reactive targets! All told, the outing was a blast (no pun intended). Now if we can convince Pretty Pretty’s grandparents to let us make range improvements on their land…