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Ruger new model Vaqueros. OP, have you attended any shoots yet? Buy NOTHING, until you have attended a few shoots.

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Who remembers Zzyzx? We met many years ago when he would drive from California to Pennsylvania annually to visit his son. He searched out the nearest cowboy club, which fortunately was ours, and joined us during his stay. I remember asking him how long he would be staying and his reply was something like "It didn't take me a week to get here to turn around and go home in only a week or two." We were pretty much guaranteed to having him with us for two monthly matches each summer. He was likely in his 80s then and shot full-bore black powder and, claimed that he added a grain each year in honor of another birthday. Needless to say, we could easily see, hear, and smell whatever bay he was shooting in. I just loved him! His son reached out to me last night to let us know that Zzyzx had passed earlier this year at nearly 96 years old. He made sure to tell me that our club had always been one of his favorites. As it turns out he has EVERYTHING cowboy that belonged to his father and has asked permission to come to our match/es to sell it. I'll be first in line to get something in remembrance of one of the sweetest, most memorable cowboys I've met in my 24 years of CAS. RIP Zzyzx aka Harry Campbell

If you haven't already, take some time and go to a match. Talk with the people there. If you smile nice they may let you get the feel of their guns. What caliber, stainless or blue, barrel length? Plow handle or Bisley grips? What category are you thinking about? Some categories are more caliber specific. Good luck in your search. BS

Ruger vaqueros are very popular. Can be tuned and built solid.

I had a woman I worked with convinced that she could buy a trunk monkey from the Suburban Auto Group. I convinced her to call them. She did. She was not as amused as the lady that answered the phone was. I got a lot of dirty looks for a few days. Probably because every time she glared at me I burst into laughter. She was and maybe still is a brunette.

I'm forced to order a beer and a shot of bourbon now. The Texas brother swapped over to Catholic.

The Holy Black is a term for Black Powder. O.O. is being sort of an elitist plenty of time for BP later (it's worth the wait). My suggestion: to start with, order loaded .38's from Bullets by Scarlet. You have to pay shipping, but the cost per round will likely be less because store ammo is expensive, plus it will be loaded for CAS. Save the brass. If you are using a side by side shotgun, in general avoid ribbed hulls and hulls with a base that is silver. Those tend to stick in the chambers and don't shuck well. If you can find the Winchester AA LNLR by all means get them. They say Low Recoil Low Noise on the box but also look for 980fps. If you can't find those, AA's that are 1 oz at 1180 fps are about the next lightest load. 1 1/8 oz at 1145fps kick harder. You can get those loads in the Winchester white box but those will have the silver base. If you are shooting a '97 then it will eject most anything. Regarding your dies question, almost any dies will make decent CAS .38's. I've used nothing but inexpensive Lee for years along with their Factory Crimp Die, and no complaints. Welcome aboard and have fun!

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This is what I heard from him…

Please - go to some matches and try different guns. Rugers are tough and good guns but they aren’t right for everyone. Lots of folks like the feel and balance of a Colt or Colt clone. Make the choice yourself. No one but you can decide the best fit for yourself. Just my $.02 worth.

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A local sporting goods store may only have ammo loaded with 158-grain lead bullets. These will do but will have excessive recoil. You could order ammo online from Cowboy Choice Ammunition, Bullets by Scarlet or Bang and Clang. They load ammo specifically for the CAS market. There are many casters who sell 125 grain bullets suitable for CAS. If that is all you need ask us and we can give you the names of at least a dozen casters who can sell you cast lead bullets in the weight and profile you want. You won't see much shotgun ammo loaded with #7 shot. However, #7 1/2 and #8 are very common. If you can tolerate the recoil, Wal*Mart 100-round bulk packs are not too expensive. One couple I shoot with shoots these. I only use them for busting clays. Fiocchi makes 7/8 oz, 12-gauge Extra Low Recoil shells you can order online. These are a possibility if you can't obtain Winchester AA low noise, low recoil shells. You can load equivalent shells for about half the cost of these with the right equipment.

This game is labeled the Single Action Shooters Society because semi-auto handguns are not used in Cowboy matches. We do have a second competition that uses 1911 design pistols chambered for .45 auto, though. good luck, GJ

Thanks for the suggestion? Now I know who my true friends are. Lol TM

Your recommendation of a double action revolver on the SINGLE ACTION SHOOTING SOCIETY'S thread about shooting "duelist" faster which you obviously think refers to "dueling" i.e. "fast draw" which is something else entirely. Judging by your posts which the entirety have been put on in the last hour or so, I'd say you are new here and not really sure where you are. I'd suggest sit back and read for an hour and then post a thread introducing yourself. Id also put on your profile where youre from. It keeps people from thinking youre some kind of spammer or troll. Folks will come around and talk to you that way faster than with you giving advice on a page you may not know what is about. Most everybody is way nicer than I am.

Probably your suggestion about double action revolvers which aren’t allowed in SASS (Single Action Shooting Society)

I have one in 44WCF. Had to have it. Love it.

Couple days late

I run Conversions and Schofields, but it seems that the Vaqueros both Original and New Models would be the most trouble free and the best for a new shooter to go with. And with Rugers, you can always sell them easily if you choose something else.

I'm sure he would beat me pretty easily if he would learn how to properly hold a revolver.

I know this post is 'stealing' the thread, but I gotta share this with the Wire Pards. For about 4 or 5 years now, TW and I will get together to sell a gun or swap a gun, etc..... and in the process, we usually meet somewhere we can have a good meal. Now, for all these times we've met, TW would always order 3 beers. Really. And A couple years back, I ask him.....'WHY do you always order 3 beers'? TW told me that when his 2 brothers moved out west (Texas and Montana), they agreed to have a beer for each other when they were able. The 2 extra beers were to honor his brothers..... and they in turn did the same when they were somewhere to get a drink. Anyhow, last week, TW and I met in Murfreesboro cause I was buying a nice varmint scope from him. At the restaurant, TW only orders 2 beers. Naturally, in my best somber voice, I expressed my condolences on what appeared to be that one of his brothers had passed away. TW says: Oh No! its nothing like that. You see, my wife made me join a Baptist Church and now I can't have one for myself". Another true story..... cause you just can't make this stuff up! ..........Widder

I recommend going to a match and asking about reloading. Someone, if not many, will step forward to mentor you. I have offered at our club to teach anyone how to cast bullets from .38/.357 to .458 for the .45-70. The match director has offered to teach anyone to reload. I would do the same.

I have been shooting open tops for the last few years (I have 6, pairs in 3 calibers) so I have forsaken Top breaks. Well, I work part time in a local gun shop, and guess what came in? A Uberti No. 3, 1st Model "American" 5" top break in .44 Spcl/Russian! It had been back ordered several years ago, apparently, but there is no longer any record of who ordered it, nor was there a deposit paid. Boss knew I like cowboy guns, and offered it to me, to work off with shifts! I said "hell yes!". I liked it so much, I contacted Cimarron and arranged to get an 8" in the same caliber. I ow have a pair. They go great with my 1860 Henry and hammered double. I used them at a local match last week end and loved them. I am loading a 246 grain, conical round nose lead .44 Russian bullets over 5.3 grains of Unique in a Starline .44 Russian case. Pretty much dead on at 7 yards.

Start with what you can afford. Never a champ, but began with Ruger OMV, amped them up , sold them and ended up with Colts. A matter of enjoyment, and saving up a bit. Practice and skill is more important than brand.

Nashville,TN

The Colt clones are currently about half the price of Ruger Vaqueros.

I didn't mention above that most shooters reload their ammo. You might be able to find ammo but mostly 38 specials 158gr LRN are available as factory rounds. As I mentioned before all components are used specifically for reloading cowboy action shooting ammo. You didn't mention if you reload.

You can’t go wrong with Cimarron Uberti Evil Roys. They can still be found.

We'll be happy to see you next year!

Not me. Everyone will tell you I’m mean as a broke back snake!

Your price range will probably eliminate Rugers, these days. That would be about the price for used Italian guns. The Ubertis and Piettas can be slicked up easily. If the timing is good, they really only need a spring kit. Some Piettas have come from the factory with lighter springs already. With some exceptions, most Cattleman made the last half dozen years will have their telescoping firing pin safety which usually is okay but some people have had issues with that. People will say that Rugers are the toughest, but a properly set up Colt or Clone can be very reliable. For sure, go to a match and ask to handle some guns. As mentioned above, some will just feel better in your hands than others.

The type with the handle in the middle and the flat ars that lock into the vertical track, can operate from both sides. The handle only locks it if properly adjusted, from the outside/inside. You need a key to unlock it from the outside.

Yeah, I think you need a little more crimp now, too. But glad you got it sorted out. As for those wrinkled rounds, just push them real, real hard into the case checker - that will iron them out and then you can shoot them next month at State.

.357 and I’ll shoot .38 I like blued guns. 4.75” barrel I’d like to stay around 400-500 for each pistol. I like the Uberti cattleman. And the pietta pistoleros I just don’t know if they can be slicked up. I don’t want to limit my self by the platform I start with.

Is this for reals?

The main reason I wanted my American to be in .44 Special was because my Buntline is in that caliber. I have a great desire to someday go shooting in Tombstone and be all "Wyatt Earpy" with my guns. I guess I'll just go with different calibers.

+1 ^^^^^

I like that

I absolutely love the .44 Russian cartridge! When I had a pair of 1872 Open Tops in .44 Special/Colt/Russian I shot 44 Russia.

Griff, Lone Star is where I first shot SASS. Great times. I remember folks sitting around after the match swapping stories about their alias, etc. My schedule didn't allow me to shoot there too often until they moved.

FORTRESS FORD AND BATTLESHIP BUICK Mitch didn't get out much, at least not like his peers. He did quite a bit of traveling, most of it through an old-fashioned telegraph key. Jacob Keller got him started in ham radio, right after the drunk driver took Mitch's legs: Mitch threw himself into learning Morse code and radio theory, antenna theory and propagation, he studied with a single minded focus: when he sat for his exams, he paid his money to take the Technician exam, then for no extra cost, he immediately took (and passed) the Extra and the Advanced as well. When his set began an urgent set of tones, he drove his powered wheelchair over to his shack bench, frowned, reached for the key and sent a quick burst, then went to his window and picked up a set of binoculars. He had a bay window that afforded him 270 degrees of view; as he was well up on the mountainside, he had a grand vista ahead of him, none of which he saw. He turned the focus wheel, leaned forward, watched for several long moments, then backed his chair, turned it, gripped the key again and sent one word: ALIVE Angela's Gammaw still taught, in spite of her being dead for a lot of years now. Angela's Gammaw videotaped a variety of presentations for the Academy, and Angela watched every last one of them, from early childhood to the present day. Willamina could convey an idea fast, clearly, concisely, and did: she taught her troops that there is no such thing as routine patrol, and there is sure as hell no such thing as a routine traffic stop, and she set up a variety of realistic scenarios based on actual stops gone bad. Angela called in a plate, pulled over a vehicle: she'd not come to a full stop behind the subject vehicle when the driver's door flew open, the driver came out, running toward her, shooting. Angela dumped the shifter in Go Backwards gear and quite honestly mashed the throttle: her cruiser screamed backwards, the driver ran back into his car, he started to jackrabbit out of there, until Angela rammed his rear quarter panel, PIT-ing him, hard, when he was barely moving. She backed up, yanked the shifter savagely into gear: the driver started moving again and Angela rammed him again, hard, just behind the driver's door, shoving him sideways and into the ditch. She just honestly bulldozed him off the roadway and over on his side. Angela backed again, made a quick sweep of her mirrors: she reached up, hit the release, shouldered her own door open and stepped out, using her engine block and front wheel for cover. She jacked a round of genuine US Military 00 Buck into her Ithaca, dropped the barrel level, glared through the ghost ring peep, and waited. Her tan cruiser's big block engine whispered mechanical secrets to itself, patiently waiting for the next demand upon its services; her red-and-blue LED bar, and the other pretty little lights Weenkeeng and Bleenkeeng fore, aft and on running boards and mirrors, were silent; Angela waited, knowing the other driver's only exit was through his driver's-side door, unless he kicked his windshield out -- which would give her well more than enough advance warning, to line up a killing shot if need be. Michael and Victoria sat side by side at what used to be Jacob's ham radio desk. It now belonged to the twins. Victoria had the enlarged map on display; she'd placed rectangular markers to show the positions of Angela's cruiser, and as best they could estimate, location of the subject vehicle. It was too far away for them to intervene, and they knew better than to interfere with a law enforcement matter, but both knew the moment Angela's windshield starburst with the first hostile gunshot, and both sprinted upstairs, to where the scanner patiently ran the bands, and their natural affinity for things electronic enabled them to play back radio traffic, and they heard Angela's professional voice -- she sounded different when she spoke professionally -- call in the plate number and location, then they heard the sound of bullet strikes, the squall of tires, the sound of the well-muffled engine's protest and Angela's clipped, "Shots fired, taking evasive, backup, NOW!" Michael consulted another map, turned an antenna's directional control: a Yagi-Uda swung obediently in response to his safecracker's touch on the directional knob, then he gripped the straight key and tapped out a message to a set of ears he knew would be listening. Mitch watched, shocked, as the tan Sheriff's cruiser rammed the vehicle, turning it: his mouth opened in surprise as he saw the cruiser, like a bull, lower its head and ram the stopped car in the side, pushing it off the roadway and into the ditch, where it rocked once and stayed. He made a mental note to rig a relay so he could run a key from his chair, while here in his overwatch, and kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. He pulled back and sent Michael a one word reply, then rolled back into his bay window, glass glued to his eyes, watching. Angela waited for backup, then took a ballistic shield, jumped the ditch, walked around the car and tapped on its underside. "Anybody home?" she called. The reply from within was less than kindly in nature. "Tell you what," Angela called, and she smiled as she did: "Roll down your window, throw out your gun and we'll get you out of there!" The reply was to fire a half-dozen rounds through the bottom of the car. "I thought you might say that," Angela muttered: she went to the back of the car, smacked the back glass with a glass breaker, dropped the pointy nosed hammerhead. She pulled the pin on a tear dust grenade, drove its end into the roof of the car, then tossed the can inside. A muted detonation, a cloud: blinded, unable to breathe, the driver fought his way out the back and through what used to be his rear window, where he was cheerfully dogpiled and cuffed. Mitch waited until the rescue truck unspooled a compressed air line and blew the excess tear dust off the prisoner and out of his hair, then rolled back to his key and sent a brief reply to Michael. Victoria's eyes met her twin's and they smiled a quiet smile of satisfaction as they heard the all-well, as they listened to Angela requesting a shots-fired team to help process the scene. Michael and Victoria were as accustomed to watching their Gammaw's training videos as was their older sister. They watched as their Gammaw's voice narrated the scene as a driver stepped out of a simulated stopped vehicle and charged the camera, firing paintballs as he came: splats of red blasted against the windshield and Willamina's voice said "Congratulations, you're dead. Now let's see how else we might handle this." Pale eyed twins watched and listened as the stopped vehicle's driver's door flew open, as the driver emerged weapon in hand, as the camera's vehicle accelerated hard in reverse. "Distance is your friend, and your vehicle provides some cover," Willamina's voice said. "Your vehicle gives you speed, mobility and protection. It runs faster than you can, it hits harder than you can. The vehicle itself is a weapon and can be used to counter deadly force." The scene changed, melted, coalesced into an attractive woman with Marine-short hair and a tailored suit dress, behind a podium, in front of the now-blank projector screen behind her. "Remember, boys and girls," she smiled, "when you are behind the wheel, on duty or off, you are driving Fortress Ford, and Battleship Buick!"

MISSES do not "carry forward" on a reshoot. SHB p.44

Ole TW always goes undercover when he goes to a liquor store.....Baptists don't recognize anybody when they are in the liquor store. Kajun (what is a Baptist but only imbibes occasionally for medicinal purposes only)

Let’s gang up on him at the Spring RoundUp! Hugs!! Scarlett