Chapter 8. Stories

[jack hamilton]

Chapter 13. Short Stories/Shooting


Short Stories/Shooting
Re: ASSAULT RIFLE VS BATTLE RIFLE

I have been following this 'thread' with great interest.
The 'best rifle' and also
'knowing how to use it.'
Have been great interests of mine all my life.
35 years ago, I turned down the Lt. on the Dallas Sheriffs dept swat team because, "I won't shoot people for money",
"I won't take orders from a negro",
"and my conscience is not for sale".
But I told the Lt. that it made me profoundly proud to have been asked.
They saw me shoot and filmed it so 35 years later when my disability judge
{who is ex-military saw it, he told his secretary:}
"Military specifications for an expert marksman call for the ability to hit a human head size target at 100 yards",
"every four seconds."
She said "can he do that?"
The old judge never took his eyes off me and with a big smile on his face said:
"He does it in 2.5 seconds".
"Drunk, real drunk."
"And he didn't know he was being filmed."
" How many times his secretary asked."
"As long as there are bullets in his gun"
"And then he knows to 'load one and fire one'."
"Big smile."
"The Sheriffs dept has a training video of this guy."
"And he learned to shoot,
hunting at night with his hounds."
and shooting thumb tacks stuck in a damed board in his back yard."
"He throws cans and bottles in the air and hits them two times out of three".
She said: but thats with a shotgun."
The judge said:
he never took his eyes off me,
"with a rifle".
'Big smile.'

I don't mean to brag but I can shoot.
{Or I could before I barely survived being murdered five years ago.}
But shoot, with iron sights only.
With 'open' iron sights,
I could hit anything,
out to about 200 yards,
but thats my limit.

I shot a .22 all my life till I bought an SKS,
and 'old Essey' is perfectly sighted in and a fine rifle.
Shes a 'Hog killing machine'.
Keep her right beside my bed,
on the little table with the light on it.
10 round clip with 6-7 rounds in it.

She is the 'perfect rifle' for me.
Her and my .22

I don't even own a scope.
13 rifles and shotguns every one of the rifles with 'open iron sights'.
That is what I prefer to be limited to.

Long range requires an entirly different rifle.
If I were going to war I couldn't carry two rifles.
And if I had my '06' bolt,
it wouldn't be any good in an ambush,
'out numbered', at close range.
Their ain't no 'perfect rifle'.
Its fun to think about though.
For me, anything,
as long as it has 'iron sights'.

Visgoth, I am in Dallas county too,
I have a place to shoot and it is getting winter.
Brew good homebrew too !
Give me a holler.

J. Winters Knife


Gentlemen,

I am glad to have found this forum.
I have a 'three foot pile' of old Trapper and Predator Caller' magazines
going back to 1986-7.
In answer to the 'standing question' ...

I got 31 knives sanded to 800 grit and 'put on hold'
with turtle wax, till I can get new steel in,
and use the blades as patterns on the new steel and then
handle 'the originals'.
They are kinda 'on hold' as it is almost 'trapping season'.
{and coon hunting season}

Also then there's the woods job...
I have been cutting not only fire wood for the wood stove
and the fireplace in the den, but looking for wood for 'knife handles'
{Red Oak and Horse apple mostly}
fire wood for the open fire by the 'knife shop/fur shed'
and the pasture burn piles.
As well as trees which are dead, crowded or just plain ugly.
I aim to work another week or so and get the 'woods job' done
so as not to interfere with me spending my time
out on the 'Trail and the Trapline' this winter.

Concerning fur prices,
I have Coyotes and coon I tanned 20 years ago.
Hanging on the wall in my den.
I plan on doing my own skinning, fleshing and tanning,
boiling my own skulls, and making my own lure to keep down costs.
The fur can sit in my den for 20 more years if it does not sell.
But I can make use of it to 'get attention' at gun shows.
A few wall hangers may sell,
but I won't be in a hurry like I would be
with a 'time limit' on the marketability of the fur.
Fur prices?
My fur can sit around forever.

Boys I am just trying to get caught up with things 'other'
than spending my time out in the woods this winter.
That and working on getting back in shape.
.22 bullets went up $4.50... dern
My sweet Coon hound Sandymay is asleep on our bed in there
saving up her energy for the season.

Yup,
good to find the Trapper and Predator Caller


J. Winters von Knife
and Sandymay
jacksknifeshop.tripod.com/

Shooting naturally be a killer

Shooting naturally
Hit what you shoot at, be a killer

10 million soldiers spend 10 billion dollars every year.
So why wouldn’t a book on rifle marksmanship be profitable?
The boys guide to expert marksmanship.

If you are over 20 years old you will never be a marksman if you are not now.
You new soldiers, don’t think you can ever shoot unless you give me $12.00 for my book. It will save your life.
When I was in high school my and my friends shot thumb tacks for targets. We were so good at shooting it was no fun after a while. Shooting is a skill that is learned subconsciously.
I can explain this to you in this book.
You will have to learn it, and do it, but what to learn and what to do is in the book. Like a road map, without one… lots of luck.

When I was in the fourth grade I started hunting and trapping, hunting with dogs, fishing and like most of you guys loved to be out in the woods and fields.
The trail and the trap line is where a man learns to shoot.
Having your rifle ready to shoot at a seconds notice, all day or night,
having your mind ready to mentally , see a target, and its dead.
See it and will a shot and there is just a smooth fluid motion of target, sights, squeeze, and fire. You are then trained.
You have down, every thing it is a subconscious movement like swatting a fly,
it is automatic!
Automatically you thingy the bolt, shik, shik,… and fire again with thinking.
It is ingrained, it is in your mind , how many rounds do I have in my magazine? Sight’s, safety, the feel, the weight, the physical act of seeing a target and all you think is 1-2-3-4 target! Sights! Squeeze! And fire!
No words should be formed in your mind during this time.
All is a muscular movement, a physical memory, you know how you just do it!
In all kinds of weather, for years, this will ingrain in your mind the feel of your rifle.
The weight, feel, safety or hammer, ability to be able to reload fast and repeat shots is something that must be done by muscular memory. It must be there even when your rifle is at home. You will develop the eye of a hunter.
Your rifle will all ways be in your hands, even when it isn’t.
The weight, feel, and sight picture will be part of your eye.
And every thing you look at for the rest of your life will be tracked by your hunter’s eye.
A circle of target rings will cover everything you ever see.
Then you are a marksman.
All the best marksmen were hunters.
York was a hunter and he walked on the rifle range and could shoot!
“Shore is a nice rifle gun.”

list of military manuals.
i have read, my reader friend, i love to read military science, as you can see, one of the most interesting aspects is the insanity of it all. 30 years i have read hand to hand combat, marksmanship,& war related materials . i have coon hounds,& lots of beautiful furs in the den. 40 years i have been shooting, school days we used thumb tacks as targets. why, because i thought it would make me tough , more surviveable, against some unkown enemy . any enemy, don't matter, who is the enemy. govts. have wars & they fight other govts. one govt. herds their citizens towards the other govts. citizens, of course everyone is armed, a fight is likely. that is a war in short. then govts. are the enemy. well, that is a philosophical question. after russia lost afganastan, & the cold war. we lost viet nam, whatever. one would think that life would get more peaceful. naw! now there is 30k nukes in russia not to mention nerve gas, bio. toxin, & this stuff exists! want some, me neither. only osama bin laden types would buy war surplus bio toxins & nukes. i think that this is some kind of 9-11 terrorist threat. why even worry about it. the answer is so obvious, so simple. what do these attacks do, what is the target, the goal, bigger targets, bigger bombs, planes, more dead people, more property damage, on, & on... more, more, bigger, bigger, why... not military targets, not economic targets,not primarily... but everyone in u.s.a. _ world... everyone, but the target is not the people, it is their hearts & minds. thats easy, that is why they are called terrorists, there are not enough of them to do more. they are too poor to bring an army, they want to blow everyones mind, thats all. a few ragged out sand nigers goal, is to do something that everyone sees, maximum damage in life & property, maximum cost in money, pride, for the least expence, a bunch of sand nigers with 4 of out own planes... 20 bil, 30bil 40 bil... it cost them zip... shame!... russans, arabs, the entire point of this book is evolution. from a target, to a non target. move out of town to the country, you can make a living "out there" for 30 years i have read the books & magazines that said country living is fun, healthy, more fulfilling, it is true. now the reading i have done in all these unrelated subjects, the life that i chose, the philosophy, the me... has led me to 25 acres out of any city limits, out of any area that would look good to a terrorist. i make a good living, i love my home, i would rather stay home than to go anywhere on earth. i don't mind being alone, introverted i am, this book is not for extroverts, if you enjoy music, books, dogs, move out of the city, & as mother earth says, back to the land. lots of rednecks, be introverted, read, write, think, don't be a target, learn to shoot. you can't, city limits... i have 4 stumps with 10 ft. 2x4 & 2x4 blocks set on them & i can shoot all day & night. 2 - 3 in the morning bang! no one cares around here. to a terrorist a town is a target, a big population is a target, what people eat & drink is a target, but i don't care. i am not a target, i have no kids, they would be a target, i live a


Marksmanship Training

1. b.b. gun. A bb gun{don’t laugh is a gun.
2. It is a long barrel rifle that can be fired a million times for nothing.
3. It can shot through a cardboard box full of magazine, and the bb’s recovered.
4. A million shots for nothing.
5. Go out to a target range , get all ready, get your gun out and your reloads out lay all this nuts out and get ready,
6. You are already dead,
7. I was firing the shot that killed you when you were not ready!
8. I shot you in bed, or at breakfast!
9. I killed you when you were taking a nuts!
10. You were not ready!
11. Be ready 24-7!
12. Anytime of the day or night grab your gun, shoot that mark !
13. never mind times up , you are dead!
14. I will train you how the shoot but not how to shoot, you must already know that!
15. How to be ready 24-7 to grab your gun and fire at anything and hit it. Your eye will have the line of sight, the eye of the hunter,
A line between your eye and the target, the sight pix. Front sight, back sight, as soon as it lines up and crosses the line of sight, automatic fire bang!its there the gun, and position, any time, everything you ever see will be through your rifle sights, you know where your gun is how many rounds are in it, where they are, is it on safety always , you don’t need a gun its there, in your ins eye, the weight the feel the safety, the working parts, reload, and fire with a blindfold on!



Pointing a pistol at my back!

this guy was talking through the music, nothing i was interested in." whats in those shotgun shells" d**n! the blue low brass, is #4-#5 low powder...
7/8 oz the red low brass is 6-71/2 low power " the store bought rounds are
gifts... just a bunch of nuts i need to shoot up. all of it 8-9-10 years
old. deputy sir i know you can recognise this guy by the nutsty mad scowl
that is always on his face, and the worse manners i have ever seen used by a
human. whats this! i stopped the music "nuts!" and walked over to my #2 gun
rack. i put right hand on " old wolf thrower "a single 12 i have had since i
was a kid. the bluing was gone, worn off where it was carried in my hand,
and operated. i respect guns, i never don't respect them! i am proud to be
safe with guns. and i have never pointer a gun at a car or person ever! not
even if it or they were 5-6 miles away. never! all my life! it would never
occure to me. the barrel went straight up. and never was not straight up! i
threw the belt over my shoulder, and walked to the door. "come on i'll show
you. " i walked to the door and as soon as i put my hand on the knob i
looked at their reflection in the window, and i could see them but they
could not see me. i did not plan this, lucky i did though because i saw the
little guy pointing the .22 pistol at my back! both hands on my pistol and
aiming it right at the middle of my back! this was what he was doing earlier
when i saw him breaking the pistol down and seeing if it was loaded. it took
me one second to decide what to do. if i turned, he would shoot & claim that
i had threatened him & i had been killed in self defence. i held my ground.
my gun was loaded, the hammer trigger mechanism was over my heart, the
barrel... straight up. i could see every move either made. when i heard &
felt the bullet rip into my back. i would try to. and probably would, cut
the little guy in tow before the second round hit me. i however expected two
rounds i could see that the little guy was not aiming at my head or my
spine. he was not as familiar with my guns as i was, if he shot me, deputy,
i would have killed them both, automatically. with out a thought. it was
programed in. the larger guy pulled his hands & the pistol down. but the
little guy drew down on me again. the larger guy then walked off 6-7 steps,
and stood there not saying a word. when the larger guy saw my eyes. he
wispered " he can see you" buzzz buzzz he will cut you in two with that
shotgun" and probably me too!" "so!" the good guy bad guy were here to
kill me. this is what a murder conspiracy looks like." they said and did
everything they could think of to create a situation were they could kill
me. deputy, i have never seen a coward before, but these were cowards. i
know now why people like you who could make 3-5 times as much money doing
... almost anything. you hate unfairness, you hate a coward, it's not just a
job.


How to be a good killer

In order to be able to defend against evil,
One must be able to change from a normal routine mindset to that of a competent killer in seconds.
That is unless you are planning on being a full time killer.
How do I intend to train a person to be able to rise to their full potential, that fast.
1. Coon hunting
2. Weight training
3. Trapping
4. Target shooting


This is going to be fun. In order to be able to achieve this we will hunt and trap, skin our kills and tan them.
Eat the meat, and use the fur.
We will learn to actually use our rifles in a real life situation.
To be able to see in the dark and navigate miles and miles through the woods at night, you will learn coon hunting. You will learn to shoot by shooting, kill by killing.
Learn to use your strength to tear bodys apart by tearing real bodys apart in real time.
Hunting coon and cat at night is fun and you will love it.

That’s an Order.


zen and my rifle

zen and my rifle tremendous title, spiritual,
heavy with beautiful stories and poems,
inspiring and deep, also the old rifle! old hog getter,
old betsy, and it's use and 100% of every thing not poetic but, practicle, zen like the rifle is like my arm,
i feel it there all the time, it's there now,
i can run my hand along the metal and see with my minds eye every inch of it, i have carried it or one like it and done a lot of gun, trap, dog, day hunting, night hunting, just get used to spending your time there and not in a house. write about the old stories that have any kind of a good storie. all the stories i can write or make up, get them, when its not so cold... or even when it is... go out in the woods and walk the old traplines, the old trails, fild a fire at some of the best camp sites... so far out that ,that is why there are there in the first place. i will be tired with distance i have to go. store up some firewood, and make a dogless crusing line memories! lies! anything i can think of that is worth writing down, do it i think that for the woods, and anywhere... a small cheap tape recorder. thing- wortds, stories, things in life that move you emotionaly, makes sparks fly from your soul. write them down. i figure that 300,000 words would be enough to come up with a good work of non-fiction. say 80,000 words. produce anything now its like the writing class i took in u.t. we... wrote, go thats it all semester and i thing that i took it twice. everyone hated it and thought she was goofing off, it was the most educational course i took all the time i was there. she would walk in and hi! write!... and that was it. brillant! i should write to the university, when i have a few good ones,... tell them that they are great, and mabey they will buy a few books... hey yeah, u.t. is my old alma matter, think that all the college crowd, read all the time and have money and time to read books, write to the college kids, and tell them humor, shock, useful info. and sex, money, and power. you know... what they like to hear only with my... great interperativeness, humor, and wisdom. have more plan with self improvment, workout, marksmanship, cooking, land... the zen of land stewardship. the soil, the water, the grass and trees, the relationships between all the matter, rocks, dirt, slope, clay, loose dirt or rock... plants, grass, trees, their age density, type, posibilities for chopping thr d**n thing down and planting another.



History's greatest generals


Yup, Caeser was a general, a genius general.
There wasn't anything he couldn't do.
I have a copy of 'Caesar Gallic War'
english/latin ie. the interlinear text,


...redactos in servitutem a Caeasare perferre omnes indignitates
reduced into servitude by Caesar, {to}endure all indignities

que contumelias, et deficisse ab AEduis
and outrages, both to have revolted from the AEduis

et intulisse bellum Romano populo.
and have waged war upon the Roman people.


A lot to learn from old Caesar.
And since you have already picked him,
My favorite general would have to be,

Nathan Bedford Forest

Now ya'll I am kinda old and I ain't read this in many years,
but I remember it was forest I think, who when he was a kid,
was riding his horse home at night, in thick woods,
and a bunch of wolves got after his horse,
the horse was scared, running for all it was worth,
at the climatic moment the wolves almost on the horse,
all around him,
the horse threw Nate and he landed right in the middle of the wolves,
whereupon they scattered,
becoming suddenly unnerved at an object so big as a boy landing in their midst so unexpectly.
Forest never forgot that lesson and when he enlisted as a private and worked his way up to General, once they were caught between two masses of federal calvery each one bigger than Forest's force, he stands up in his stirups and yells:
" CHARGE BOTH WAYS!!! "
and it worked, all the federal calvery in both groups were killed or captured.

I am all excited and am in need of a homebrew
Excuse me ya'll
Today is my birthday
J. Knife

Howdy again,
'my thoughts on lonewolf activism'.

Every 'group' of people,
every association',
I have ever encountered in my life from 'boyscouts' to 'bow hunters',
Gave me a bad feeling and I never went back.
It isn't the majority, most are just like me.
There are two or three individuals in every group who I just don't like.
Sometimes more, as much as 50% of the people in some 'groups'
Seem 'small', and '****ty'.

I have found, being a 'lone wolf'
living out in the woods, but for my hounds and horses {and poultry}
alone on 'my 25 acres' the perfect lifestyle.
Conflict is impossible.
I'm the boss, period.

So my thoughts on lonewolf activism are:
Yup, I sure enough am a lonewolf.
I hunt coon, cut my own hair and brew my own beer.
But as far as activism... whats that?
I firmly believe, and this belief was fully supported by,
{I won't mention his name} but trust me,
a man you would respect, a genius.

The world is xxxx.
There's no fixing it, it is clearly hopeless.
Too many nigers and jews.
I hate nigers and jews and have good reason to.
I didn't read that somewhere.
{I like Mexicans however} with good reason as well.

I had a flat one day and a friend on the Police force took me to get my tire fixed and to my house to replace the keys I had locked in my truck while messing with the tire.
We drove onto my land and were talking.
I said I won't return the call of a witz, berg or a stine,
or a niger sounding name or voice.
They don't pay their bills.
99.5% of white people pay me on time and in full.
Only two jews in 33 years paid me in full and on time.
Can't make a profit on a jew job.
80% of nigers don't pay at all and have to be sued.
{I can prove this in court with my business records,
I am not making these figures up.}
But if they owed me $80.-150. for a repair I just had to let it go.
The last niger up on Lavon st.
{3 blocks north of the police station}
that didn't pay me, Judge so and so threw him in jail.
I can hear him now, I's in jail! I's in jail! pay the roofer!
There was a check in my mailbox when I got home an hour later!
Amazing, but I just don't return the call of a niger or a jew anymore.
As long as they don't cross my fenceline,
and as long as they don't set foot on my property,
we will all get along fine.
" but Knife, what if they do set foot on your property"?
I said, well, then we won't get along fine will we?
Yes, the reverse would nesessarily be the case.
"But what would you do"?
{remember she's a cop}
I told her "I would call the Sherriff's dept.
They have 500 men down there each one pulling down $50,000.00
a year, to push nigers around.
Hmpft,
Let them push the nigers around.
Get something for the $4400.00 a year they 'gouge' for property taxes on this place. Besides building new schools to send all the nigers to.


She drove on in total amazment, and said kind of to herself,
"Thats what I do with my life".
"I make $50,000.00 a year.
I push nigers around".
"Thats what I do"!
The tone in her voice was incredulous,
Like she had just been handed a profound truth which was so obvious yet overlooked. She drove all the way to town shaking her head, and smiling.
But silently.

Yup, I said, it wasn't worth an extra $40,000.00 a year to me to be a deputy. I had rather build roofs for a grand a month and live alone.
When you get old, every memory from your life,
thats all you will have then,
all your dreams at night,
and all your memorys about 'your life' on the earth,
will be filled with nightmare images of horrible,
scowling nigers faces, dead folks and stolen stuff.
You are filling your mind with evil and although it is your job
to 'fight evil' ...
It just wasn't worth it to me.
I'll live cheap or do without.
My conscience is not for sale.
Now she looked shocked.

Ya'll, get out of the city and back to the land.
That is my 'activism' for the day.
Grow your own food and brew your own beer.
Lets get ignert and go coon hunting!!!
J. Winters von Knife



Dark Adaptation & Natural Night Vision

Gentlemen,

Yes, a very interesting post.
It really got me to thinking.
I didn't see 'vision purple' mentioned however.
I am an old coon hunter and hunted at night 'with lights'
and 'without lights'.
I used the light as seldom as possible as the battery gets dim from use
and its a long way back to the house.

I used 'vision purple' one night when after riding my motorcycle
home from the beer joint.
I was coming home, turned the corner and there was dozens of cars
and people everywhere.
I live in the country, in an area with just three or four house's
and every body around my house is asleep at midnight,
{but me.}
and pulled to a stop and asked this kid standing in the road:
"what the heck was going on?"

Oh, a kid gots lost and everybody was looking for him.
Oh, I cruzed on to my gate and home.
I was riding down my road through the woods and saw lights everywhere on my land which was alright if some dern kid had got lost,
but as I rounded the corner to my house
there were a dozen people shining lights and looking in my windows!
Wrong!
I stopped and walked up to my house yelling at them
to get their axx's off my property, right now!

Well to make a long story a little shorter...

One of the 'citizens' who was wearing a police windbreaker and leading the bunch of white trash and 'blacks',
was the one who had kiddnaped the kid!
And he died in prison several years ago,
for just that!
Him and two of his brothers,
and I put them there.

There I was...
Handcuffed by these idiots in my own yard.
When two Sheriffs deputies came walking up my road
and I knew one of them.
d**n! he said.
And then, into his radio: yes sir,
they have him handcuffed,
and he is just standing there and looking at me.
Yes sir, no, he isn't talking just standing still and looking at me
like I was one of those wooden blocks he shoots in his back yard.
Alright, yes sir.

Alright ya'll take those cuffs off Mr. 'Knife',
I'm not going to take them off,
you put them on you take them off.
Take those handcuffs off J. Knife and put them on that other guy!
They did and the deputy led them all,
off to jail.
You are all,
are going to talk to the Sheriff tonight.
But I have to go to work tomorrow!
You should have thought of that!


I could hear the deputy screaming at the 'citizen'
with the 'Sheriff dept.' wind breaker on...
way down the road.
"Where's that kid!"
Followed by a terror filled, cowardly voice whining something.
So I just went inside and poured myself a double marguerita
then got my light and went looking for the kid.
Kid was found soon after,
in a road ditch,
{asleep}


Now, before that happened,
{remember vision purple?}

There I was...
standing in my yard handcuffed by the kidnaper himself,
and about ten idiots.
The deputys were standing in the dark and out of my porch light.
They were just 'black shapes' under the cedar trees,
at 30-40'.
It was quite and everybody was congradulating them selves
on capturing the kidnaper.

When I closed my eyes tight.
I waiting at least a couple of minutes.
Rolling my eyes all around to release the 'vision purple' in my eyes.
It helps one to see in the dark.
It would have been better to have been in the dark an extended length of time, but I knew what I was doing.

I opened both eyes,
the light was behind me and the deputys in front.
I opened my eyes wide open.
And looked at the Sheriff deputy but not right at him,
past him, and was looking with my periphal vision.
And I saw it,
what I was looking for,
his name tag!
It flashed as he moved to the right and left,
I said: " Johnson!"

The deputy was stunned.
One girl said but your name is Jackson!
Don't tell him that!

I've got to know!
This is very important!
Can any of you people see my name tag!
You are standing in the dark, no one can see it.
He saw it!
Every one looked for a long time and one guy said:
I saw a flash of light on your name tag as you moved
but no one can read that from here.
Well J. Knife did!

And I did.
{well I know I missed a letter or two}

I am a coon hunter and a trapper
and coon hunters can 'feel with their feet' too!
We just know that kinda stuff.
We hunt at night and just get used to the dark,
we feel safe in it,
we like it.
The kidnaper died in prison a year later,
killed by the other inmates.
Hmmm...


J. Winters von Knife
jacksknifeshop.blogspot.com/




Movement Under Direct Fire:
The Simple Things Keep You Alive
'Low to the ground'

'Low to the ground', took on a whole new meaning one day 20 years ago
when a friend, old Mallery, 'TURK' was telling me about his
'3 tours' in Vietnam.
We were drinking a few beers after work and he was saying
about a paticularly viscious firefight :
"I took off 'my T shirt',
so I could get lower to the ground."
I laughed and looked in his eyes
and saw that he was not kidding.
He meant it!

I have thought about that before.

A 20 round magazine has an advantage over a 30 rounder.
the length of the 20 round magazine makes it easier to fire
from the prone position.
More rounds with the 30 round mag.
but if you are prone,
and your head is sticking up...
I had rather have a 20 round mag. and be 'closer to the ground'.
{Remember what 'old Turk' said}


Now... has any body ever shot prone,
but rather than shoot with the sights 'up'
like they are in the normal 'standing' position,
'laid' on your side and shot with the sights at an angle?
Imagine the front post, {you know} 12:00 'Oclock', straight up.
Now imagine laying on your left side so that the sights are laid over at an angle {90 degrees}.
The front post should be 'aimed' at 3:00 on the target!
Remember you are laying on your left side.
3:00.
The point of impact is the same, center,
but rather than 6:00 on the 'sight picture' like when you are standing up, the {sight picture} 'on the target' is 3:00.

On iron sights, the back 'v' or 'u' ... whatever,
imagine a line across the top from right to left.
The imaginary line.
Across the top of the rear 'v' or 'u' .
Across the top of the rear sight.
This is where the bullet will hit.
Now, the front sight when it comes up to... and almost ...
meets this imaginary line across the top of the rear sight
is the exact point a round fired from this rifle will strike.
{Thats how I have sighted rifles in all my life}
Lay on your left side and the sight picture is 3:00.
On your right it is 9:00.
laying on your back and shooting behind you the 'sight picture' would be 12:00!


Laying on ones left side {if right handed}
is a way to 'keep close to the ground'
and shoot your 30 round mag too!

56 days till October ya'll.
Cooler weather, Octoberfest, homebrewing
und 'Coon Hunting'
Lets do what God put us men here on the earth to do...
'Lets all 'git ignert' and go go coonhunting !'

{And 'vicious'}
{is the correct spelling for vicious.}
Thank you
J. Knife