Keeping Up With the Blobses

It's not enough that my buddy Jon is a dead-eye with his iron-sighted M1A Springfield and is murder with his Leupold-scoped POF-USA rifle in .223. No, he had liquidate some of his gun collection to top my scoped .308 (bottom) with his own DPMS LR-308 with all the bells and whistles!

He opted for the same Vortex PST scope I have, so I warned him to save the box it came in; my cross-hairs are starting to rotate! That's another post, though.

Our foursome (Jon, his brother Wayne, Big Bob, myself) consisted of almost a third of the entire match turnout... August matches in Phoenix are not for the faint-hearted. Even though Jon won both Riotgun and Carbine, I was behind him by less than two seconds total match time (and only 0.3 seconds in Carbine). I had a very "efficient" match; I probably could have beaten him in Riotgun, but I chose to shoot the second steel string with pistol, because neither Carbine stage featured pistol -- and also because I was in a hurry to get out of that shadeless stage :) Here's Jon's performance:


Fleet-footed Wayne threatened to humiliate us all with his iron-sighted, brutally braked FN-FAL, but on the second rifle stage his foreign Thumper decided to get finicky. Big Bob was the lone mouse-gunner in our group and he learned that the League's new rifle steel is a tad beefier than the old head-and-shoulders silhouettes.