Monday, April 11, 2011 Filed in:
Hunting, My
Life
It wasn't really Spring Break, but this last weekend was our annual
Sage Rat Hunting Trip to the dry half of Oregon. Sage rats, for
those of you who may be new here, are actually ground squirrels,
the exact species varying depending on location. Belding's Ground
Squirrel is grey with a tan underside, while the Richardson's
Ground Squirrel has a brown back with a buff belly. I have seen
both varieties in eastern Oregon, but the Richardson's seems more
common as one travels south, and the Belding's more common in the
central part of the region.
Sage rats are incredibly destructive creatures. They eat seeds and
grasses, and in large populations make it extremely difficult for a
rancher to raise feed for other animals. Their extensive burrows
drain scarce water away from alfalfa roots and stunt growth. As
hard as it is to make a living as a rancher, the sage rats make it
all the more difficult.
As recently as a couple of decades ago the populations were kept in
check by a combination of predation and poison, but in the mid-90s
legislative pressure curtailed to use of poisons to protect the
raptors that feed on the squirrels. The sage rat turned from a
minor annoyance to a full-blown infestation, and it's almost
impossible to find a field in eastern Oregon that is free from the
prolific pests.
The populations exploded almost immediately, and by the turn of the
century shooting the pests had become something of a sport. Today
there are sage rat shooting competitions and outfitters who put
together tour packages for hunters who like shooting a lot during
the day.
The preferred weapon is a rimfire rifle. The .22 LR has long been
the dominant caliber, but today the .17 HMR is on the verge of
taking over that title. It's not unusual to shoot 500 rounds in a
couple of days (sometimes two or three times that in a good field),
and the cost advantage of the rimfire - as well as its relative
safety due to shorter ranges - keeps centerfire rifles at home in
the safe.
We and a group of cousins go over to one of our other
cousin’s ranches in an effort to help him keep ahead of the
alfalfa-killing pests. Our efforts seem to be paying off, as over
the past several years his fields are consistently less populated
than those of his neighbors. Pest control is not a glamorous part
of hunting, but when you grow up on a farm you learn that it is a
necessary part.
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One of the best things about being in the sparsely populated high
desert of eastern Oregon are the people you meet. Folks are just
friendlier out there, largely because a smaller community requires
more cooperation and deference. In a large city you can get away
with treating people poorly, but when everyone knows you - and you
in return depend on them for your livelihood - you're going to be
more polite. The occasional visitor is the beneficiary of that
ecosystem.
There are exceptions, of course, and unfortunately we ran into one
of them this weekend.
For nearly two decades our party has stayed at a little place
called Crystal Crane Hot Springs outside of Burns, OR. The hot
springs fill a small pond, and over the years it's been developed a
bit: there's a bath house with soaking tubs and a series of very
rustic (to put it charitably) cabins for rent. Between us we've
stayed there every year for two decades, through a succession of
owners (my brother actually considered buying the place at one
point.)
A few years ago a new owner took over and started making changes.
The accommodations didn't get any better (though they did add a
wireless internet connection), but prices skyrocketed. It's the
only place to stay in the middle of nowhere, and the new owners
apparently figure that they've got themselves a captive audience.
Between the sage rat hunters and the earthy types who travel the
hot springs circuit there is a seemingly endless parade of new
people to be bilked.
Pricing to what the market will bear is one thing, and I can accept
that. What I can't tolerate is rudeness, and we got a heaping
helping of sheer nastiness from the owner this weekend.
Suffice it to say that I have never in my entire life endured
verbal abuse like we did this weekend. This wasn't the "I'm having
a bad day and you're unfortunately in the wrong place at the wrong
time" sort of rudeness, it was an active and surprisingly vitriolic
attack on a lucrative long-time paying customer. At one point the
proprietress said that we "must be new here", at which point my
brother informed her that we'd been staying there every spring for
many years longer than she'd owned the place! Repeat customers
don't seem to be a concern of hers, as she blew the comment off
with yet another round of harsh language.
We won't be staying there again, which breaks a long tradition for
me, my brother, his son, and our cousins. If you're traveling in
eastern Oregon and are tempted to spend money at Crystal Crane Hot
Springs, don't. There are many other places in this state that
would welcome your patronage, especially in economically hard-hit
Harney County. Crystal Crane Hot Springs doesn't deserve your (or
anyone else's) business.
-=[
Grant ]=-
Tags: oregon
I spent this weekend assisting at a defensive rifle class with
Georges Rahbani, and sometime during the weekend thought of a great
article for today.
Then I forgot what it was.
My usual habit is to carry, in the left pocket of my shirt, a small
pad and a mechanical pencil. When I have an idea I jot it down,
thus preserving it for a time when I can make use of it. That's
assuming, of course, that I remember to look at the thing!
The weather was pretty warm this weekend (about 90 degrees) and we
were in the sun for most of the two days. I'd shed my normal
pocketed button-front shirt for a more comfortable short sleeved
Henley. My pad and pencil, of course, was in the regular shirt and
when the aforementioned great idea struck, I was without a means to
record it. Thus this morning's rambling version of "my dog ate my
homework!"
Luckily Chris over at The Anarchangel posted something worthy of
commentary. Go read it, then come back for a little
discussion.
I tuned in for the first episode of Top Shot, recognized it as yet
another overblown social manipulation festival common to reality
television, and promptly turned it off. My spare time is quite
limited and I have to make hard decisions about what I do with it.
Even with guns and shooting Top Shot didn't make my cut, so I
didn't know what transpired until Chris filled me in.
Those who live in landlocked states probably have no concept of
just what the United States Coast Guard does. Here in Oregon, where
Coast Guard helicopters and rescue crews are a common sight, we
have a deep appreciation for the sacrifices those men and women
make. Despite being ridiculed (or even worse, ignored) they go out
and do their job to the best of their ability every day of the
week.
Those in the other services are only in danger when they've been
activated and deployed, and their tours of deployment are limited
in duration (a good thing, do not misunderstand.) The USCG is
always on deployment, whether doing rescue work, interdicting
smugglers, or protecting our Navy's operations in foreign ports.
(That's right - when the U.S. Navy needs help, they call the Coast
Guard!) When I was growing up it was widely said that you were more
likely to be killed in the Coast Guard in peacetime than in the
infantry during wartime. While that may not be literally true, it
serves to illustrate the tough job USCG does.
Much of that is because the nature of their missions requires them
to always be in harm's way. One of their primary duties is to
protect lives in America's waters, and here in Oregon they do so
constantly. The USCG's rescue swimmers and helicopter pilots are
the best that can be found; until you've witnessed a Dolphin SAR
helicopter hovering nearly motionless just feet away from a cliff
face, in high winds and torrential rain, you have little
appreciation for the skill of those crews. I don't know where one
goes to recruit such people, but they must have ice water injected
into their veins upon enlistment. They are amazing to watch, and
when they appear on scene there is a very strong feeling of relief
- even if you're not the subject of their attention.
So, to Caleb and all the other past and present members of the
United States Coast Guard, and especially to those stationed here
in Oregon, thank you. We appreciate your service, your sacrifice,
and above all your professionalism.
-=[
Grant ]=-
Tags: bloggers, oregon, georges.rahbani
Monday, April 12, 2010 Filed in:
My Life, Rifles, Hunting, General gun
stuff
Back
To Work - Returned last night from a
rare (for me) three-day weekend. I spent the time in the eastern
half of the state (the desert part) to visit relatives and do some
shooting. The last such trip was two years ago, and I'd forgotten
what it was like to relax!
Somewhere
Steve Wozniak Is Crying - The Firearm Blog brings us
news that an Aussie company has developed a sniper moving
target system using Segways as drones. I was pretty
pumped about that - shooting a Segway would be almost as satisfying
as perforating a Prius - but alas the little things are armored.
Still, it's a neat concept. (I like the part where the Segways run
for their lives at the sound of a gunshot!)
Shooty
Goodness - One of the topics of
discussion amongst my cousins this weekend was their desire to go
to Knob Creek for the annual machine gun shoot. Turns out it was
happening literally while we were talking about it, and
Tam was there.
Pest
Control - The shooting part of my
trip involved helping to rid my cousin's ranch of the
dreaded sage rat. Sage rat hunting has
become a Very Big Thing out here in the West, and despite hundreds
of thousands of the things being dispatched every season the
population continues to outbreed the hunters. Damage to crops from
sage rat infestations is staggering, and it doesn't look like the
problem is going to end any time soon.
There are a couple of schools of thought regarding the hunting of
sage rats. One school likes to set up a shooting bench and snipe
the things from long range with a .22-250. The other prefers to use
a .22 rimfire, and just get closer. I belong to the latter group,
as using a rimfire is significantly cheaper and still quite
challenging. (In a good field it's not unusual to go through 500
rounds a day, and I'm just not wealthy enough to afford to do that
with a centerfire rifle!)
Another benefit of using rimfires is that it's easy to get kids
involved. It's important that children learn early the necessity of
responsible wildlife management. The reason we shoot the sage rat
is because a) the population is out of control, and b) poisons
aren't an option in areas with large raptor populations. (How many
of you have actually seen a bald eagle hunting prey? I saw a
half-dozen just this weekend, which is the case every time I go out
there. With poison, that wouldn’t be the case.)
Happiness
Is A New Gun - My nephew Roman came with
us on this trip, and I presented him with his first
“grown-up” rifle. Up to this point he'd been using one
of the little Chipmunk rifles, and it was time for him to upgrade.
I gave him a Glenfield Model 25 with some special touches: I
shortened the barrel to a more kid-friendly (yet legal) length,
tuned the trigger just a bit to get rid of the horrendous
grittiness, floated the barrel, and mounted a 3/4"-tubed scope. It
turned out to be a fast handling, accurate little gun which he
quickly put to good use, making some excellent shots in very
challenging (windy) conditions.
Some Thoughts On Equipment - It's normal to think that
a beginner doesn't need top notch gear on which to learn how to
shoot. My nephew reinforced my belief in the opposite view: the
novice is more in need of quality equipment than the experienced
shooter. It's hard to learn all the nuances of good shooting when
one is fighting with substandard gear, and good quality guns and
ammo don't stand in the way of skill development. Regardless of the
age of the student, If one is just starting out it's important to
buy the best equipment one can afford. It is only after the basics
are mastered is one able to rise above his/her equipment, but poor
equipment can keep one from truly mastering even the simplest
techniques.
-=[
Grant ]=-
Tags: bloggers, oregon, rimfire
Monday, January 04, 2010 Filed in:
Revolvers, My
Life, Techniques &
Training
HAPPY
NEW YEAR! 2010 is finally here, and
I'm still surprised about that. Back in 1979 the twenty-first
century looked sooooooo far away that I thought I'd never see it.
Here we are in the second decade already; where did the last ten
years go? (So, this is what it's like to age....)
I took a four-day weekend for the New Year, though it wasn't really
time off: I spent the time doing work around the farm, to the
screaming protest of my muscles and joints. This brief respite
reminded me that it's been many years since my last vacation
(which, as it happens, I spent in a shooting class), and I think
it's high time for another. I say so every year, but this time I'm
going to do it. Of course, I say that every year too!
S&W GOES PRO: Remember a year or so ago,
when I wrote about a limited run of no-lock Model 642? At the time
S&W claimed that they'd "found" a stash of pre-lock frames and
decided to put them together for sale. Apparently they were popular
enough that the company has managed to "find" some more NOS frames,
as they've brought out a couple of new editions: the "Pro" series 442 and
642. They're just like the non-Pro models, except they have no
locks and have cylinders cut for moonclips. There are a whole lot
of questions one could pose about the decision to bring these to
market, but I'm glad to see them all the same.
(I do wish they'd get consistent with their naming conventions:
they have the 642 PowerPort Pro Series revolver, which has a ported
barrel AND a lock, but no moonclip capability. The only thing these
models have in common is a matte black finish, which harkens me
back to the days of selling high end camera gear: you could get
many cameras in either chrome or black finish, the black models
inevitably referred to as "professional". At least they're not
calling them 'tactical'!)
SPEAKING OF MOON CLIPS: I get several queries per
month regarding moonclips for a carry revolver, and I recommend to
all that they be limited to range use. Yes, they are faster to
reload (the margin depending on the cartridge) - but I don't
believe that outweighs the fragility of the clips themselves, as
even a small bend will tie up the gun. (There's always someone who
writes back "well, I've carried moonclips in my pocket for years
and have never had a problem!" I'm sure that's true, just as I'm
sure that someone, somewhere has a perfectly reliable
Colt All
American 2000. I'm not willing to bet my
little pink bottom on either one, however.)
MORE
SMITH NEWS: The regular Model 642, along
with the 637 and 638, will now be available with 2-1/2" fully lugged
barrels instead of the 1-7/8" tubes.
I always liked the .357 version of the Model 640 for its slightly
longer barrel, and am glad to see it come to some other models.
That little extra weight up front helps with control on the
lightweight frames, as well as providing longer extractor travel.
(Sadly, they are still afflicted with the silly lock.)
WELCOME
TO OREGON: This holiday season
saw three groups of people lost in the Oregon
woods - thanks to an over-reliance
on GPS navigation. This should serve as a cautionary tale: ceding
your health and safety to something (or someone else) is an
invitation to disaster. Take responsibility for yourself; make sure
your brain is always engaged. You'll notice that these are
consistent themes here at The Revolver Liberation Alliance, and
they have application well beyond protecting yourself from human
predators. (Oh, and buy a decent map when venturing out of the
confines of the suburbs.)
-=[
Grant ]=-
Tags: s&w, snubby, oregon