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Duct-Tape Mod
15 years ago
I just got back from the redneck-style campout (literally about thirty minutes ago, and I unpacked everyone's stuff while they lazily went and sat/lay down somewhere). Got to go four-wheeling an' all that shit in my Jeep, and I got to shoot shit with my Remington 870.
Speaking of the 870, I had gotten it only a few days ago (same day I decided to go camping/went camping) for $200 and I had already figured out how to make it more redneck-y and such.
I duct-taped a red LED flashlight to the barrel.
That's my $5 dollar alternative to the "tactical" flashlights other people've got on their shotguns. I even placed it in just the right spot to illuminate my ironsights so's I can aim at my target at night (with no expensive electric/tritium sights).
As it turns out, my Vietnam-era GI grandfather got the attention of his superiors in boot-camp by consistently catching shells in midair whenever they popped out during reloading (most of the time somebody'd have to bend over to pick them up off the ground), without even looking at the gun (again, most people'd be looking down at their shotguns the whole time and he'd caught shells in midair while staring downrange at his target). As he tells the story, the Sarge had walked right over to him and demanded to know where he came from. When he responded "Southern Louisiana, sir.", the Sergeant lost his look of amazement and simply said "Well that makes sense, then. As you were."
I think my Cajun genes are starting to awaken.
Speaking of the 870, I had gotten it only a few days ago (same day I decided to go camping/went camping) for $200 and I had already figured out how to make it more redneck-y and such.
I duct-taped a red LED flashlight to the barrel.
That's my $5 dollar alternative to the "tactical" flashlights other people've got on their shotguns. I even placed it in just the right spot to illuminate my ironsights so's I can aim at my target at night (with no expensive electric/tritium sights).
As it turns out, my Vietnam-era GI grandfather got the attention of his superiors in boot-camp by consistently catching shells in midair whenever they popped out during reloading (most of the time somebody'd have to bend over to pick them up off the ground), without even looking at the gun (again, most people'd be looking down at their shotguns the whole time and he'd caught shells in midair while staring downrange at his target). As he tells the story, the Sarge had walked right over to him and demanded to know where he came from. When he responded "Southern Louisiana, sir.", the Sergeant lost his look of amazement and simply said "Well that makes sense, then. As you were."
I think my Cajun genes are starting to awaken.
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