Today Bob, the city cop, and I went out and shot .50 BMG Ferret 50 upper. Boy. Bob and I kept joking about what would happen when we touched the unit off and kept nervously yucking about it as we drove out to the range. Neither one of us has had any experience with rifles of this caliber. I mounted a Leupold 6.5 x 20 scope on it which has plenty of eye relief, and I had taken a Pachmeyer slip-on shotgun recoil pad and put it on the stock of my Bushmaster lower. Still, I have been sitting here all summer looking at one of those .50 rounds on my desk and trying to imagine what this was going to be like. Beside some linked surplus South African ball ammunition, I brought along a dozen spotter rounds that Eric the Ammoman has been selling.
We set up a target at 50 yards for starters, folded down the sturdy bipod that comes on the Ferret 50 and got ready to go, screwing in earplugs under our earmuffs. Bob stood back, way back on the left side of the gun as far away from that bolt as he could get. I shoved one of those giant bullets in the chamber and closed the bolt down behind it, hunkered down, got the crosshairs on the target, held my breath, and pulled the trigger.
WHAM! Some of the video we reviewed later showed two flames, both about as big as the end of a 50 gallon drum on each side of the muzzle. The sight picture was completely lost, either because of my flinching or the recoil. The impulse back to my shoulder wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but I was happy I had been smart enough to put that recoil pad on the rifle. I could see a huge hole in the target, about four inches out from the bull’s eye.
We eventually got the gun dialed in so that the shots were touching on the 50 yard target, but our shoulders were giving out so we called it quits at that point. We did run the dozen spotter rounds (tracer, followed by a big puff of smoke when the target was hit) downrange at tufts of grass on the backstop. We also shot some full cans of orange soda, which looked like they had been ironed out flat when we could find enough of them to examine. Aside from a couple of screws that hold the bipod on loosening, no malfunctions were seen in the Ferret 50 upper. After shooting it, I have perfect confidence in the manufacture of the upper; both as far as safety and accuracy go.
Now, sitting here nursing my shoulder, what do I do with this thing? I can’t say it was a pleasure shooting this unit, although the spotter rounds were kind of cool. Is it worth knocking your shoulder? Bob said he thought it felt like asking some big guy to punch you in the shoulder, and we were speculating on how blue, black, green and yellow our shoulders would be tomorrow. I don’t know. The Ferret 50 is quite a novelty act, and I think it is more capable of accuracy than I am of holding it. I think I would entertain offers for it and the large number of .50 BMG rounds I have accumulated. Guess a look in the bathroom mirror tomorrow morning will tell the tale.