The firearm thread

[sAsLEX]

The "law" is just tablets of stone. Somebody has to interpret and apply it to certain circumstances. In this case the Courts fill that role. If you were successful in getting our justice system changed then perhaps a High Priest or Shaman could do it instead.

Agreed. But if the law states "Self defence using lethal force blah blah........ " then the police can determine if it is worth charging the person and taking it into the "Justice"/Court system.

[Indiana_Jones]

Enough law talk!

pics of guns!

-Indy

[doc]

Shouldn't law determine what is our "right"? Rather than a group of 12 possibly inept emotional beings passing on their interpretations of your "right"?

The jury then decides if what you did was within the law.

Loosely interpreted the "Rules of engagement" are "It is beter to be judged by 12 than carried by 6"
Wouldn't you rather be wrong than "dead right"

[Indiana_Jones]

-Indy

[sAsLEX]

Pick it up shortly.

-sAs

[Mr Merde]

Pick it up shortly.

-sAs

Have you bought this?

A very nice Winchester 1892 carbine. What caliber?

Chris

[sAsLEX]

Inherited.

38-40.

[pritch]

Really? When?

Quite a few years ago now. One of the really lawless parts of the country.
I seem to recall it might have been Ngaio. And no! I'm not joking.

The guy had rung the Police twice reporting gang activity, the Police didn't come. ("Run to a fire, walk to a fight"???) The home owner (a pistol club member) told the lead gang member to stop or he would fire. The gang leader laughed and kept coming. Bang!

Was all on the news including wounded gang leader in hospital saying, "I'll sue".
I guess somebody had to explain to him about ACC.

The Police position where they prosecute any and everything is a relatively recent thing which I think dates back to a non-prosecution for a serious driving offence which killed four(?) young women way down south. This particular incident also lead to the formation of crash investigation units which operate independently of the local constabulary.

My short term memory might be getting ragged but the long term stuff isn't too bad yet... I hope.

[Mr Merde]

Inherited.

38-40.

I am so green with envy.

You have to bring it to show me so that I can drool over it.

Have to find you some brass now and a mould to throw the right projectile.

Probably somewhere round the 180gn mark as it is a .40 caliber.

35 grains of the black powder.

Not sure if I would fire modern propellant in it.

made about 1910?

Chris

[pete376403]

Inherited.

38-40.

My dad had one a bit like that, 32-20 calibre and the magazine only extended as far as the wood, not right to the end of the barrel. I used to get it out of the wardrobe and play cowboys (when he wasn't home)

As I got older I had hopes of getting to own it, but came home one day and found it had been sold - I was so pissed off. If I recall correctly it had the image of a hornet or wasp and 'Stinger" stamped into the metal.

[pritch]

And then there's the whole "firearm, bolt and ammunition are to be stored separately under lock and key" thing to be gotten around. Even if you get off "premeditated murder", failure to store the firearm as per the law is still an offence.

You make it far too complicated. You are permitted to have a firearm in the room with you. As long as it is under your direct supervision.

When I was shooting competitively there would be a firearm within easy reach during the hours I was training which was a large part of the evening, most evenings. All entirely legal.

When at one point I wanted to do some training in my yard I made sure the local arms officer knew what I was up to prior to the time.

Farmers do this all the time too, the rifle's no good in a cabinet if you've got a possum on the roof...

[sAsLEX]

made about 1910?

Chris

Apparently, but I shall let you and your buddies expert gaze upon it.

The 210 kit here is looking like it would be a good start for the .308 and the .40 ? http://www.outdoorsupplies.co.nz/leereload3.htm#reload

[jrandom]

When I was shooting competitively there would be a firearm within easy reach during the hours I was training which was a large part of the evening, most evenings. All entirely legal.

Shortland Street becomes almost bearable when used for dry-firing practice from an armchair.

[Wolf]

You make it far too complicated. You are permitted to have a firearm in the room with you. As long as it is under your direct supervision.

Methinks we're imagining different scenarios. I was thinking more along the lines of being in bed and asleep when the intruders come in.

"So, let me see if we understand you: At the time the intruders entered, you "just happened to be" cleaning your rifle and checking your ammunition... in your pyjamas... in your bedroom... at 3:30 in the morning... with all the lights off..."

Shortland Street becomes almost bearable when used for dry-firing practice from an armchair.

You too, huh?

[Mr Merde]

Methinks we're imagining different scenarios. I was thinking more along the lines of being in bed and asleep when the intruders come in.

"So, let me see if we understand you: At the time the intruders entered, you "just happened to be" cleaning your rifle and checking your ammunition... in your pyjamas... in your bedroom... at 3:30 in the morning... with all the lights off..."


You too, huh?

Many years ago, in a country whose initials begin with the letters UK, I was cleaningall my pistols at 2 am one night when I happened to glance out of the window and saw someone inside my wifes car, which was parked in our driveway.

I picked up my S & W 686 and went out the back door, over the neighbours fence and crept along below the level of the fence.

When I reached the spot beside the drivers door I stood up.

Theperson was just sitting up after having ripped out all the wires from the ignition.

I carefully raised the pistol , unnoticed by the person trying to "borrow: the car, and as he sat up I cocked the hammer.

He turned around at the sound of this and went the palest of colours I have ever seen. Staring down the barrel of a .357 only inches from his head.

He shit himself and tried to weazel out of the situation. I alllowed him to go but warned him I knew where he lived (checked his wallet for address).

The next day I spoke to a mate of mine who was the sargent of police in the town this kid was from.

Kevin ( the sargent) pissed himself with laughter and commented that his village now had one less car theif to contend with.

In this case the threat of lethal violence worked.