Plastic Rifle Narrative

In third grade I began my first official Sheridan sports team. I was now officially making my way to becoming a general; before that I didn’t have any idea of what being a “general” meant. At the time I was attending Thornville elementary and the majority of my friends at my school were just as pumped as I, for our first practice on the field beside the infamous Sheridan Middle school. The first few weeks of practice taught me nothing I wanted was going to be easily attainable, these coaches expected more out of me than I had ever been accustomed to. The bar they set for us each day pushed us to new heights we had only dreamed of.

The next six months consisted of me reluctantly training junior varsity color guard. The first drill meet came and I, single handedly, lost our team 20 points (a big deal since we are scored out of 100). Needless to say, we didn’t win. I decided to keep at it and give it one more try, but, I wasn’t feeling too good about continuing as the commander. By the time we were on the bus back from the second drill meet I had led my team to two losses. I was done, I was frustrated and tired. It didn’t help that Russell, the kid in charge of the JV military drill team had secured two first place wins, with perfect scores.

This week’s article covered the accuracy of hunting rifles and the various methods to obtain the desired outcomes within a realistic outlook. Unfortunately, we live in a time where 1 Minute of Angle AR-15’s are commonplace and we tend to overlook the fundamentals of accurate shooting and place our full and blind trust into our platforms opposed to our skillsets. At this moment I will cover further into accuracy of both benchrest/target and a solid performing brush rifle and further on the differences associated with both.

“What am I supposed to do now,” “I made the shots,” “I completed all the drills,” “I know I’m better than that boy,” all possible explanations, questions, and criticism flooded my mind and took with it my confidence.

Freshman year in high school, I loved being in marching band; however, I did not pay much attention to the color guard. The color guard refers to the group of people that perform with the band during their half time show. The entire purpose of color guard is to perform the music using different pieces of equipment and dance. I joined color guard in the middle of my sophomore year, and since then, I have happily stayed in the program. Fortunately, for my senior year, I earned a spot on the rifle line, the most prestigious equipment line in color guard. My rifle is a thirty-nine inch long piece of wood carved and cut to look like a rifle. It is covered with white paint, a black leather strap screwed into the wood in two distinctive areas, and has white tape on the nose, neck, and butt areas. It is around eleven years old, and has dents, scratches, and the paint and tape are both coming off. The color guard rifle is a symbol of my learning history such as it represents personal

whom nobody trusted. Clardy wanted to be colonel of the Mississippi Volunteer rifles, but when Jeffery Davis got the job he moved far away from the south. The next day, on his way back to Fort Leavenworth, he sees David's mom forcing David to go back to the Fort. They return together.

Shrill screams rent the night air, and upon the untamed back of the wild wind rode the sounds of heavy breathing; and of someone crashing through the undergrowth that surrounded Sparon's cottage. He arose out of bed and cursed, those cursed werewolves were always trespassing on his land, disturbing his and his wife's peace and murdering the innocent. Sparon arose from his bed, and being careful not to disturb his wife, grabbed his gun from the foot of his bed; just as the were-wolf's latest victim began frantically hammering on his door screaming all the while. He was creeping slowly down-stairs holding his gun in one hand while loading it with the other; he was about to open the door, and let the woman in when a gun clicked right by his ear.

The weapons line in Color guard is made up of the most elite members of the group. Spinning a rifle is harder than a flag, the rifle takes more muscle to toss and spin and its easier to drop. Junior year I was determined to make the rifle line. To get on the rifle line you had to be adequate at certain skills on the rifle such as, doing 100 spins on the right and left hand, and being able to toss a quad. Up until this point the biggest toss I could do was a double, and I could hardly do 10 spins let alone 100! I knew that if I really wanted to get on the rifle line I would have to work hard, and practice almost every day in June and July to get where I needed to be in time for the auditions in August. By mid July I could do the 100 spins on

Since I was nine years old, I had been a member of the 4-H Arkansas Youth Shooting Sports Program. The day I joined the school’s trap team, I set a goal for myself.I wanted to become a collegiate trap shooter. I had always lacked the self confidence needed to be an exceptional trap shooter; my mental game was my weakness. In the summer of 2016 at the AYSSP State Trap Tournament I shot my first fifty out of fifty, and my team placed number six in the state. After that day, I knew I had what it takes to shoot with the best. While attending Arkansas State University at Jonesboro, I hope to become a member of their shooting sports team. I would love to compete with them and win nationals. I have always been concerned that the school would not want a female shooter. There is a woman on the team, and it pushes me even harder to become the second one. Shooting is in my blood, and it is a part of who I am. Why stop now? I want to take a leap of faith and push myself to be the best that I can be. I want to prove to myself that I am just as good as any other shooter. I hope by achieving this goal I am able to gain knowledge on improving my shooting skills. A quote that has become my life motto is, “ Aim small, miss small.”My goal is precise; I want to become a collegiate shooter and compete with the best. I may not become the best, but that does not mean I failed at my goal. The life changing experience

25...24...23...22… My heart beat like it was a frightened hamster. My friends, Ishir, Atley , Varun and Chanhee were playing at our school in the summer. We were on our last Nerf gun game before we would part ways into the mysteries of middle school. I chugged down a can of Fanta and grabbed my gun as my friends did the same. “Let's go Caleb” yelled Chanhee as he sprinted off with Atley. We had split up into our teams which meant that the game had started. I jogged after them and found them hiding in a corner trying to see where Ishir and Varun and were at. They turned around as soon as I stepped behind them, raising their guns. I raised my hands in surrender and they put their guns down.

Welcome and thank you for taking an interest Rifle Sportsman. First and foremost, I am a responsible gun enthusiast. I grew up around air rifles and other higher powered guns--the better part of 40 plus years and counting. My aunt gave me my first air rifle when I was 7 but my grandfather and father were there to teach me all the ropes, skills, and tactics (and of course the required hunter's education course). Through spending time with them, I fell in love with the idea of being out in the field hunting big and small game or just shooting targets as practice for the big moment. That fun of shooting targets even lead me to my high school shooting team and competitions still today. Through it all, I kept finding myself drawn back to air

The adrenaline going through my veins began to move even quicker than me running through the woods when I realized that I could be an open target for anyone. All I could do was hide behind a large tree, but once I began shooting my cover would be blown and that tree was the only protection I would have. Despite being shot at dozens of times and paint splattering everywhere after bouncing off the tree, I stood my ground for the rest of the game. Even though I could not get my youth leader out, I successfully got another adult Ronnie out without getting out myself. Even though that was one simple game of paintball for my youth group, it was a turning point for me. The shy girl transformed into a passionate and competitive one simply because of the love and

Jamie swallowed and squeezed the trigger and the gun made a big BOOM. the gun kicked like a mule and when Jamie saw the deer it was on the ground, the red gush that was blood was running down the dead deer shoulder as the deer took its last bloody breath Jamie realized what he had done and then the deer pasted on. Jamie was upset now but that could wait he had a deer to field dress. As Jamie kneeled down to the deer Jamie said "thank you for the meat and the excitement " and dragged the Heavy dead deer to the house. When he got home his mother greeted him and saw his deer and was impressed when his dad came and saw it he and Jamie went and hang the deer in the shed

This week’s article over the knight’s armament M110 “a new breed of sniper rifle’s”. This rifle would be is essentially a AR-10 but would take on the advancements of the M16A2 rifle and maintain 60% parts compatibility. Released in the early 1990s, the SR-25 Match Rifle was equipped with a 24-inch Remington 5R match grade barrel – the same barrel blanks used on the M24 sniper rifle. The heavy barrel was free floating with a fiberglass handguard. This rifle is equipped with a flat top upper receiver with the Mil-Spec stander 1913 rail and the receivers were made from aluminum extrusions. The rifle is equipped with a 2-stage match grade trigger. The bolt carrier group kept with the original AR-10 in that it was chrome plated and it also sported the captive firing pin retainer pin. This is not a mass-produced rifle. The uppers and lowers were mated together and had matching serial numbers to identify them. If you look at the right side of the M110 rifle receiver. You will notice the ambidextrous bolt release above the magazine release as well as the ambidextrous safety lever. The U.S. markings are on