Ah...nothing like a day out in the desert, enjoying the fresh air and melodic ring of steel plates and pepper poppers.
Or so I thought.
It all began uneventfully. Standing around the back of the station at the end of shift, I mention that I am heading out to do some shooting once we get called in. A couple of my guys cast side-long glances at me.
One of them is a brand new nugget, still in FTO. He's a high-speed kid, fresh out of the 101st. Already been yapping with him about ARs and Fals. He's got the jones for a Krink. He wants to be on SWAT. He wants to be on so bad, that he volunteers to play bad guy for us when we do force-on-force scenarios.
So, I invite him to tag along. He says he'll bring ammo. I'm liking this kid already. Free ammo is a sure-fire way to get on my good side.
Que the scene - Arizona desert scrub, surrounded by a secret little draw that has about 300m of relatively flat ground and nary a granola-munching tree-hugger or dehydrated mountain-biker to be seen. Assorted SWAT guys, shooting the shit, loading mags....and the nugget.
True to his word...he brought ammo. 2500 rounds of 45 Auto, some 5.56 and a little .308.
He loads up and gets ready to run a couple of Mozambiques on some steel IPSC plates we've got set -up.
I note the the report coming from his G21 seems rather....loud. Recoil appears rather severe as well....that or he just has shit for muzzle control. He spent brass appears to be attempting to achieve low-earth orbit.
After the third round, I'm stepping up behind him to call a cease fire and investigate. Which is when the flying brass shrapnel from his fourth round peppers me.
If you're curious as to what the CUP on a 2.5X max recommended charge of Win Action Pistol powder is for .45 ACP pushing a 230gr RN....I'd suspect it's somewhere right around a billion.
His mag (FML) is blown out of the mag well, split clean in two and cracking the floorplate. Both his hands, as well as his face, are bloodied from the exploding brass.
The pistol itself is fine. A careful strip and inspection of the weapon reaveals no other damage...save for the shredded mag. It functions flawlessly with a fresh mag of WWB 45.
I tell him not to bring reloads to the SWAT try-out.
We've nicknamed him "Kaboom".
Sheep