Thursday, November 22, 2012

Sold: Ruger SR1911 and Ruger 22/45 Threaded, both Cerakoted in Burnt Bronze and Armor Black

This matched pair of pistols comes from my personal collection and have been used very little and cared for professionally. The 1911 has had about 200 rounds through it and the 22/45 is probably somewhere around 1000 rounds.

The pistols were Cerakoted in Burnt Bronze and Armor Black. They look even better up close.

These pistols are both very hard to get right now. The Ruger 1911 is a real bargain in 1911's in my opinion. This one has ran flawlessly and is accurate. The 22/45 is a great little pistol and will pay for it self in ammo savings in no time. This one is ready to go for suppressor use too!

The costs of getting my business going are forcing the sale otherwise I wouldn't think of selling these. They will be replaced some day.

I would like to sell them as a set for $1500 but will entertain reasonable offers on them individually.

The pistols will each come with their original boxes and paperwork and two magazines each. I have more magazines for them at an additional cost.



Saturday, November 17, 2012

Build #1: .22-250 Rem Varmint Barrel for a Savage 110

Sawtooth Rifles - Build #1:  .22-250 Remington Varmint Barrel for a Savage 110.

Spec's:

Action:  Savage 110
Barrel Blank:  Adams and Bennett, .224 Cal, 1:12", CM, F54 contour, finished at 26"
Stock:  Bell and Carlson DuraMaxx
Bottom Metal:  Savage Metal trigger guard
Trigger:  Tuned Savage non-accutrigger
Rings/Bases:  Leupold
Optic:  Leupold VX-III 6.5-20 x40, 30mm tube, Varmint Hunter Reticle
Finish, Metal:  Armor Black Cerakote (barrel only)
Finish, Stock:  B&C factory finish

For our first barrel job, we talked a good friend into trying out a new barrel on his Savage 110.  His factory Savage was a sporter weight .22-250 Remington so he wanted to stick with the .22-250 to allow testing with his current components and handloading equipment.  We sourced an Adams and Bennett F54 blank for the job.  This is an economic blank that gets good reviews, and the F54 is fairly similar to a Remington Varmint profile.  For this build, we simply machined the barrel blank to fit the Savage action as it was, and sent the finished barrel to our friend to install and test.

The first step in preparing the blank for a Savage was to turn down the diameter of the tang end of the barrel to the dimensions required for the Savage.  The tang was left oversized of the savage thread, so it could be turned  down further later when it could be aligned by the bore.



The barrel blank set up in a collet chuck, supported by the tailstock.
Turning down the tang of the barrel blank.

The barrel was then set up with spider chucks on each end and aligned with the bore true to the lathe's axis.   The outside diameter of the tenon was then turned to the thread's required dimensions and then the tenon was threaded and test fit to another Savage action.

Alignment of the chamber end of the barrel blank.

Threading the barrel tenon.

Testing the thread fit on another Savage action.
With the thread fit satisfactory, it was time to cut the chamber.  The finishing reamer was used to cut the chamber to the proper depth.  On the Savage rifle, the final headspace is set using the barrel nut to lock the barrel into the receiver at the proper depth.

Initiating the chamber reaming process.

Checking the chamber depth with a depth micrometer and the GO-gauge.
The barrel was then swapped end for end in the lath and a varmint/target style crown was cut after aligning the end of the bore true to the lathe's axis.

Target crown cut on the opposite end of the barrel.
Comparison of the finished barrel and similar blank, chamber end.

Finished barrel and a similar blank, crown end.
The chrome-moly barrel was then finished with Cerakote, in Armor Black and sent to our "customer" who installed it on his rifle to see how we did.  I doubt we are going to get it back ;)

Finished barrel, with Armor Black Cerakote applied.
Barrel #1 installed on the Savage rifle.
Range Day!
Five shots - just under 1/2 MOA on the first day.  Not bad for the first build on its first day at the range.
Keywords:  SR#1, .22-250 Rem, Armor Black

Friday, October 26, 2012

Hunt Report: 2012 Colorado Mule Deer w/ Rifle #9

My 2012 Colorado Mule Deer hunt started out as many do, making that decision on which unit to put in for.  Do you use your points and hunt, or do you add another point to build for that trophy hunt?  I like to hunt instead of count points, so I opted to try to get a license this year.  I consulted with a local friend who turned me onto the unit he and his family primarily hunt.  He had killed a great buck there last year and was back in point building mode but I had a feeling I could talk him into telling me where to go (and it wouldn't be H-E-double hockey sticks).
So with that plan, I was happy to get notice that I did draw the license but then it got pushed to the back burner with a trip to Africa, Wyoming Pronghorn, and Colorado Archery Elk hunts to plan first along with some rifles to build and a few responsibilities with the family.

With a couple weeks to go, we did what we always do and wonder why later: decided to build a new rifle.  We had build #8 in the works which reaffirmed our appreciation for concept of a light, mild kicking, backpacking rifle.  The #9 rifle, a 7x57 Mauser built on a Remington 700 action, came together quickly and proved to be worthy of the hunt after a second trip to the range.  It shot the 140 gr Nosler Accubonds into groups just over 1/2 MOA with very little load development.  Not so worried about squeezing more out of it, I proceeded to smack the steel targets at our range using the holdovers on the Vortex BDC reticle and felt confident in a 350 to 400 yd shot with the little rifle.  That was good, as I was out of time to do any more practice or make any changes to the load.

So the little rifle and I were off for our hunt down near Salida, CO.  We took along #7 as well, since we didn't really know what we were getting into.  We had planned to take #4, but it got a last minute chance to go hunting with Sam from Gannett Ridge in another unit.  We didn't have much of a plan, but we were on our way.

I arrived at the trailhead just a little past midnight - just enough time to catch some Z's before opening morning.  The Lost Creek Inn (the camper on the back of the old Dodge) makes for a pretty expedient and fairly well equipped hunting camp, and I should have been asleep in no time.  It turns out I was a little excited and couldn't sleep, or maybe it was the cold that I somehow didn't notice I had caught until I was on my way south.  Either way, there was lots of tossing and turning and then a lack of desire to get on the move when the 5am alarm went off.

Dragging @$$ in a major way, I was on the trail and didn't make it far when the hint of the rising sun started making the surroundings apparent.  I was actually right where my friend had told me to be on opening morning though, but I had company in the area and the other hunter's headlamp was way up the hill.  I took a seat anyway and started glassing.  It wasn't long before I had enough light to find a couple does out feeding on a hillside, then some more way up the hill.  I didn't see that monster buck 60 yards away like my friend promised me though.  After a few hours, I decided to move on up the hill and have a look around.  Trying to gain elevation made me realize how sick I was, as I had little energy.  An hour or two further up, I found myself in a nice glassing spot and spent some time looking through the binoculars.  And then some time trying to look through my eyelids...  At about 4 PM I had woken up from my second nap (yeah, lunch induced another one) and I decided to sneak over to the other side of the hill I was on.  As soon as I crested the hill, I noticed deer.  Deer being plural.  All the sudden I was watching 10-15 deer coming out of the shadows on the hillside.  After looking around more, I saw a couple still hiding pretty well and one had antlers.  Respectable antlers that is, as many of the others were small bucks.  At about the same time I spotted him, I realized how bad my optics must be reflecting from the low sun, as that buck got up and disappeared before I could really size him up.  Some of the other ones decided to do the same but some of them stayed.  Another buck kind of came out of nowhere and stood on the skyline looking at me, testing me more like it.  He was testing to see if I could stick to my plan of not just shooting the first decent buck I got a chance at.

Opening day buck, testing me.

Non magnified view of the above buck.  See him on the ridge between the two branches on the right of the tree?

I maintained my will power, holding out for a big boy since I had waited three years for this hunt.  The following morning I found myself way up the hill at first light. There were deer out feeding, several does, a few small bucks and one sizable buck.  I got a good look at him through the spotting scope and decided he wasn't the one either.  He was a 3x4 with pretty nice dimensions but not much mass. ( I actually got a real close look at this deer the following day as that other hunter that kept beating me up the mountain was packing him out, he was a nice buck and made a sweet double for this guy that also killed a bull elk on the opening day)

3x4.
Day two finished out fairly uneventful, with passing up a couple more smaller four points and seeing a bunch of does as the sun was setting.

I always like the Eastern view during the sunset.
On the third day, I decided to look at some other areas in the morning, while nursing a blister too.  I didn't venture so far from the truck but did see a few deer.  The only buck I had to decide on was a forked horn, which made the decision pretty quick.  By mid-day, I had had enough of the road hunters in the same area and went back to the big hill.  So much for nursing that blister as now I had half a day to cover the same ground.  I made it up to the area where I had seen the most activity during the evening of the opening day and was dissapointed to only see a couple does.  I did catch a bull elk doing a cross-country run though which is still exciting even when you don't have a elk license in your pocket.  This bull was spooked and on the move.  The only thing on his mind was a new zip code.  The poor boy's tongue was hanging out so far I could see it through the binoculars.

Big bull, in the center of the picture.

A little better look at him through the spotting scope.

That mid afternoon lull in the action is always a good time for a photo shoot.
Right before seeing that bull, I had crossed paths with the other hunter who was packing that 3x4 Buck down the hill.  Knowing that he had been in the area I was headed, I considered making the big hike to the other side of the draw but couldn't find the energy.  I stayed on my course and wanted to be in what was my favorite area for the evening.  As I was hiking around I saw a few of those airborne scavengers circling and figured it must be the kill site from that 3x4.  I went to check it out, with the thought that there might be a chance of seeing a bear, or some other furry monster I don't even know about.  I was surprised to see a coyote trying to get in on the action but being attacked by the crows.  I was also surprised I was 60 yards from a coyote that didn't have a clue I was there.  That is a rare opportunity that I couldn't pass up...

First kill for #9
The evening was uneventful and it left me thinking I had seen every buck this draw had to offer and I had planned to do some more hiking around in that other area the following morning.

The next morning, I made it to the end of a road in some foothills and setup to watch a hillside as the sun was rising.
I don't usually see the sunrise, but when I do I'm packing a rifle (or just finishing up building one...)

As the hillside started becoming visible, I started seeing herds of deer feeding up it.  Doe, doe, fawn, fawn, doe, doe, fawn, doe, fawn, doe, coyote?  Then more does.  The coyote seemed to be trailing the deer and he had their attention.  They pretty much walked right past me and I was surprised they didn't spook from the reflection that must have been coming off my optics.  The coyote went out of sight and never re-appeared which was good thinking on his part...

After the does and fawns all made it up the hill into the brush and cedars, I decided to walk around the base of the hill further.  It wasn't too long before I was staring at a little 4pt buck that didn't know I was there either.  It was still a couple days too early to shoot a little buck so I just let him do his thing and soon enough he was gone.  I took a couple steps and then notice deer legs coming up a dry creek bed to the same place the previous buck was.  A smaller buck appeared and did the same thing.  I then noticed two more coming and got excited thinking the big boy would be trailing behind but they just kept getting smaller.  The last two seemed to want to hang out there and I wanted to get a move on so I decided to use them to test my stalking skills.  I had the wind in my favor and will admit they weren't very alert, but I got to 15-20 yards of them before they noticed me.  That would have been fun with a bow.

After they spooked off, I spent a couple more hours heading up and around the hill, but only crossed paths with a single doe.  I was amazed at how many deer and elk tracks I saw on this little hillside though.

Around noon, it was time to move on.  I didn't have a plan but when I drove up on the trailhead of the main draw where I had been the previous three days, and saw no other hunters parked there I decided to give it another go.  I wasn't 100 yards up the trail before I ran into a half dozen does, which just let me walk right by at 50 yards.  Another couple hundred yards up the trail I saw a few more deer which included a little buck.   I had a feeling that this was going to be a good trip up the mountain as I hadn't seen deer this low before.  An hour or so later I jumped a couple more does but then found nothing on the hillside where I was hoping to see that buck from the opening day sleeping.  I set up and glassed everything I could see but did not see any deer.  Dissapointed, I started crossing to the other side of the draw to hike back to the truck though some areas I hadn't been through.

I was working my way down a fairly rocky slope looking at a thick timbered area at the bottom of a draw and thought this would be the perfect place for a big buck to hang out and just let me walk all over his mountain for three days thinking he didn't exist.  Then I saw him.  At about 150 yards, there he was...browsing and facing me head on.  One quick glance through the binoculars had me switching to the rifle.  I was in the wide open and I knew as soon as he saw me he would be gone and I would never find him in that timber again.  I had the rifle up free-hand and he had just started to turn and walk, exposing his shoulder to me and I squeezed the trigger.  Then I squeezed it harder.  Then I tried to break it off and wondered to myself what happened to that crisp 2.5 lb trigger I had worked so hard tuning and he was gone.  I have been packing rifles uncocked lately, by closing the bolt on a pulled trigger as a safe way of carrying one with a full capacity but not relying entirely on the safety.  I think this is a better way to carry one strapped to a pack and it just takes a quick up and down of the bolt handle to have it ready to fire.  In this case, I had done that up and down so quietly that I failed to get the sear to engage, so it was still uncocked.  Thinking I had just missed my one and only chance at him, I started looking for him through the binoculars again,  he wasn't spooked and couldn't have went far but I couldn't see any part of him.  I decided to move laterally a little bit to get a different angle on where he must have been browsing.  As I made this move, rocks slid down the hill and sticks broke.  Thankfully I had enough wind to cover that noise and I made it to a little rocky point.  My timing was perfect because he had just came into another opening and still didn't have a clue I was there.  I knelt down and was able to rest the forend on a rock and found him in the scope.  He was leisurely walking along and I reminded myself that I can shoot one on the walk which is a concept that haunts me often from letting a bull elk walk right away the previous year thinking he would stop when he didn't.  I also got some practice with this in Africa and had the confidence.  Somewhere during all this thought, I must have put the crosshairs on him and squeezed the trigger, because I herd the rifle go off and saw him rolling down the hill.  The little rifle and the 140gr Accubond had performed very well and the buck was done for.

To quote my dad, I found the buck "ass over tea kettle" after he rolled down the hill a ways.
I had just killed a really cool buck, out by myself, with very little daylight left, about a mile and a half from the truck, and I had just done the math on that...  I set up the camera for some pictures, then I tried to position the buck and I almost got to watch the buck roll right over my camera.  After fighting him rolling a couple more times, I decided to drag him down to some flatter ground where it would be easier to work with him.






From the top, you can start to see how unique this guy is.  He apparently suffered some damage to the base of his right antler some time in his life and it was growing out of his head abnormally.
I shot him around 5:45 and had finally started processing him around 6:30 with the official sun set at 6:20.  Working under the headlamp, I finally had the meat all boned out and in meat baggies about an hour later.  My plan was to take half the meat and my gear down and come back for the other half of the meat and the head the next morning.  Somehow I convinced myself that taking it all in one trip would be easier than climbing back up there in the morning, and proceeded to load it all up in my pack.  It was a slow walk down the hill, but down the hill we went.  Luckily it was down.  I was carrying the head in one hand and using the tripod as a walking stick in the other hand.  The weight of the head had me switching back and forth even more often than my knees and ankles had me stopping.  In about an hour, we had made it down to the truck where gravity took over and things just started dropping to the ground.  I loaded it all up and drove to where I was sharing camp with my friend's family, ready to show him off but they had given up on me and wet to sleep already.

As I went to transfer the meat into the coolers I had in the truck, I weighed everything with the fish scale I keep in the camper.  I was very surprised at what I had just accomplished, as somehow I had just packed 120 lbs down the hill.

120 lbs of deer and gear.
After getting the meat on ice, it was time to celebrate.  Jack Daniels was the next thing to come to mind and then I started cooking up some antelope fajitas for my feast.

Speaking of Antelope, I spotted this guy on the drive home.  He was on private land in one of those units that typically takes a decade's worth of points to draw, but he caught my attention.



Back home and rested a bit, I decided it was time to do some taxidermy work, since this boy wasn't going to fit in the freezer.  With some advice and the trusty stock pot from the guys at Gannett Ridge,  the process began.  After getting the skull fleshed out, it was really interesting to see that right antler base and how deformed the skull was.


The coyote, my forked horn from last year, and the big boy.




Keywords:  SR#9

Hunt Report: 2012 Colorado Mule Deer w/ Rifle #4

We talked Sam Soholt from the Gannett Ridge crew into taking Rifle #4 on his Colorado Mule Deer hunt.  Sam wanted to try out one of the Minox scopes from their store so we got it mounted up and spent a morning at the range.  The Minox glass was impressive.  We were using the ZA5 2-10x40 model with the BDC reticle.  I had matched up the reticle with the .300 Win Mag and 180 Accubond's ballistics the previous night, and had found that if we set it to impact 1" high at 100 yards, the reticle could be used effectively at 300 and 400 yards.  In no time, Sam was smacking a steel plate that is set at 350 yards at our range and was confident in the setup for his hunt.


#4 and #9 at the range
We didn't get much of the story on his hunt, so I will just let the pictures speak for themselves.   Sam's photography skills would be a great asset on any hunt.  This buck is the 12th kill for this rifle since it's rebuild - after 8 in Africa, 3 Antelope in Wyoming.
#4 and Sam's nice 4pt Mulie.


Happy man, awesome buck, and a sweet rifle.


Keywords:  SR#4

Build #9: 7x57 Lightweight Hunter on a Rem 700

Sawtooth Rifles - Build #9:  7x57 Mauser - Light Weight Hunter


We were interested in the concept specified for Build #8 and decided to make another one for a demo rifle for an upcoming deer hunt.  It was built with slightly different components but came out within a few ounces.

Spec's:

Action:  Remington 700 LA
Barrel Blank:  Shilen , 7mm, 1:9", CM, #1 contour, finished at 21"
Stock:  Bell and Carlson Mt. Rifle Stock
Bottom Metal:  Rem ADL Aluminum
Trigger:  Tuned Remington, set at 2.5 lbs.
Rings/Bases:  Talley Lightweight integral mounts.
Optic:  Vortex Viper 2-7x33 BDC
Finish, Metal:  Sniper Grey Cerakote
Finish, Stock:  Cerakote with Sniper Grey base coat Patriot Brown, OD Green, Verde Green and Armor Black

Total Weight with mounted optic:  7lb, 3 oz.

There wasn't a lot of picture taking going on during this build, as we were more interested in getting it done and shot a bit before the deer hunt.  Here is more of a "before and after" photo essay:

Blueprinted receivers.  It is the one on the left.

Pile of parts.

Chambered and installed barrel, stock modified to fit the barrel, ready for bedding and Cerakote.

Barreled action ready for bedding.

Stock roughed up, ready for bedding.

Sniper Grey base coat on the stock.

Getting close, 3 out of the 4 camo colors applied.

The lineup.

Finished parts, ready to assemble.

7 lb, 3.8 oz with an empty tank.

Assembled.  Lets hunt!

Lewis' hand engraving.
#9 has a healthy appetite for 140 Accubonds and IMR 4350.  We got groups closing in on 1/2 MOA.

At the range with #7.
Somewhere in Colorado.

This is the background were thinking of with the colors on the stock.

Checking the zero after a couple days on the mountain.

Scratch what was said above, this is actually the background we were thinking of for this rifle :)
Kewords:  SR#9