How I learned to Shoot Service Rifle

Learned to shoot the C1 Rifle and qualify on this weapon on the range at CFB Chilliwack {1972} part of our GMT after joining the Royal Westminster Regiment at 17.

This range is no longer there..its part of a housing development..sad..often think of all us lowly recuits that qualified on this range from 1942 till approx the mid 80's and those great rifle's...the Lee Enfield and the FN C1
 
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Learned the C-7 at Kingston, 1993. Got some touching up and mental adjustments from Captain C, and won a few LFCA/ORA shoots after that... You could always tell where Barney was at those shoots by following the maniacal laughter, and Timbits with that bright orange hair one year!

(ducking now)

Hungry here:

I knew I shoulda ordered a Defibrilator for the butts. During the long(er) rundowns I could always count on Nissan_Ranger to shooter possibles (50's with a pile of V-bulls), but his face was redder than a Tuscanny Tomato. Thank the Lord I had all kinds of extra water down in the butts for him. Yes, I do enjoy torturing you shooters because I knew that when it came time to shoot, my relay could expect that same level of service (read: torture) from Shelldrake or Quiet when they ran the butts for MY Match 12 rundown.

Never underestimate Nissan_Ranger by his great sense of humour behind the firing line. His laughter disguised his amazing shooting ability ! Just like Greentips and his goofy outfits or exotic bangsticks... both these kinds of shooters are fabulous hardholders (American slang for great shooters).
 
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Good memories sparked here- as a 14 yr old kid, I pulled targets for a week one summer at Connaught, I guess was about 1970... they had army cadets pulling all the targets up to number 50, and a gaggle of us civvy kids did 50 to 75. Needless to say, we were a slightly undisciplined bunch. We'd do things like wait until everyone was ready, then pull all 25 targets up at once, or start at 50, then put up 51, 52, etc- then reverse it next time... The poor guy in charge of us-nice guy, and we did listen to him, though we just had to assert our individuality- somehow the name Susic comes to mind- we called him "Suzy"... anyway, I was always amazed at the V-bulls on the 1000 yd range. And finding the hole on those large targets! What were they, 6x10'? Gimme a minute, I'm still looking, lol. I did get a chance to fire the C1 a few times, (dad was an armourer, we had all kinds of fun stuff stored in the furnace room) and always enjoyed it. I don't remember impressing anyone with my results though!
Thanks for reminding me of some good times... :)
 
Governor Generals Horse Guard Cadet Corp in 1970 on ex in Niagra on the Lake. With the Lee Enfield #4 Mk1, Bren Gun and the FNC1. By the time I became a Patricia in 1973, I did know which end of the rifle the bullet came out of. So for my sins they made me a C2 man!! I've also done alot of shooting in Borden, Chilliwack has great memories, but then there was the 48 months my Career manager sentenced me to Dundurn!! And just to prove I'm still silly enough to like shooting on military bases, last month I shot in Wainwright's "Battle of Pearl Harbour Match".
 
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Edmonton and Waimright with FN. By the way, as I was on the regimental drill team when I was in the reserve I used to take my FN home on the bus and keep it in my bedroom closet as sometimes the drill team had to perform without going to the armouries first. I regularly rode the bus when I was sixteen with an FN betwen my knees and walked down Jasper avenue to the armouries with it slung over my shoulder. Never had a coment from anyone- I imagine today I would have a SWAT team all over me every time I did it- funny- the world never came to an end in those days!
Who says the world has improved.
In those days my government trusted me, now I need a trees worth of paper permits just to own a firearm!
 
I don't remember much my first's range times..

Ah..yeah..four events !

1) Fist range..man..the C7 weren't zeroed at all..damn ####ty scope got humidity.."Sarge" told me that my shootings were good..what he didn't know was that i compensated like hell :rolleyes: !

2) On another C7 range,in winter..i got a nickname there,it was..err.."red lobster"..man..i couldn't move and nobody cared to run giving me a god damn solar lotion tube :eek: !

3) The tank's range in winter ,at night,with a nice weather of MAXIMUM -27C..brrr,it was so cold :runaway: !!! But guys..the sight of round's going out of the tank barrels and flying over the field..probably one of the most beautiful thing i ever saw..wow !

4) Oh man..i remember VERY well a girl..man..even the staff of the range asked her if she had any "problems" with males..the only place she seemed to be able to shoot was..ahem..well.."the balls" :D !


This sure bring back memories :dancingbanana: ..

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1968, Heels Range, with an old CPO walking up and down the line behind us. He carried a loaded Sten as "I have 3 months til I retire. If any of you little fecks turns around, I will have to put in lotsa paperwork."

Inspirational, but I did qualify with the C1!
 
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What the f**k went wrong with the world? Try introducing kids to guns now and you are a monster.

It's really a joke considering how most kids these days learn more about military rifles than their parents ever did simply by playing video games all day long. The games today perfectly mimic reloading procedure and aiming with iron sights for dozens of modern combat rifles. It begs the question: if your child is going to learn these thigns anyway, who would you rather have teach firearm safety to them? A video game or a human being?
 
Shot my first service rifle match with an FN.It was my dads and I wasn't in the CF yet.The next year a SGT friend took me out again and brought a spare C7.I shot much better.Then I joined and the year i was to do basic in the summer,I got asked to go to Connaught.I wasn't even officially in yet.I did basic instead and made it to ottawa the next couple of years.Been shooting it ever since.My dad was a fine shot and ran the Pacific Area teams for quite a few years.My uncle is ex black watch and went to Bisley quite a few times with a #4 and Fn.I guess I kinda have it in the blood.
 
Learned To Swim By Being Taught In the Deep End of the Pool

Fifty years ago this spring, in 1957, our RCA 50th M.A.A. Army Cadet Kenner Collegiate Cadet Corps No 2471 sent its 20 Member Rifle Team to the Camp Borden. Our Kenner Collegiate Cadet Corps No 2471 was directly attached to the local Prince of Wales Regiment; the majority of our teachers were Officers in the Regiment.

My all time favourite teacher, Major James Turnbull was my Grade 10 and 11 History teacher. He fought and was badly wounded in WWI and signed up again in WWII.

He held no administrative position at Kenner and just taught history. However it was the way he taught it..real Canadian History. All the other teachers at the High School were officers serving under his Command at the local Armory.

He didnt openly pull rank; our Cadet Corps however had to be "second to none" in terms of training, equipment and resources.

Did you high school Cadet Corps have ready Army Vehicles or Bren guns or issue radio equipment or a 28 piece Miltary Marching Band that could march and play down the main street of your City or Town.

Ours did.."once upon a time". A total of 300 Cadets in WWII issue battledress.

Many students who became Officers and NCOs in the Cadet Corps were serving Members of the Militia.

No one looked at birthdates much in the 1950's.

IF you are in Grade 9 and interested in Bren Guns well you can train with one once you have mastered drill with a Cooey 82 or better yet a Long Branch No.4 .303.

All the rifles and Bren Guns were kept at our high school year round. No one brought a live round to school; parents of the majority of the students were WWII Veterans, or War Brides


All male students at Kenner Collegiate HAD to be in the Cadet Corps. It is difficult to imagine now but they all were.

We drilled each week and in the Spring spent weeks outside on our twin football field become Parade Ground..especially in the weeks preceding the annual inspection both at the High School and at the local Exhibition Grounds.

Sunstroke victims were left in place until the Parade was over. Then the "Medics" complete with issue stretchers would make a BIG display of carrying them off for belated medical attention.

Yes Virginia, the 1950s were different. WWIII seemed imminent as atomic fallout from USA A Bombs tests in Nevada was on the football field or sills of our classroom

In May of 1957 one morning our Corp Rifle Team were at Kenner at 0630 hrs on Monagahn Rd to board the school bus to journey their No. 4 .303s in hand. I took the No 4 that I had drilled with and carried for three years. It had a very light stock and was as I remember a 1944 Long Branch.

We were tasked to take part in the Lord Strathcona Match at Camp Borden. Our attendance at Kenner was counted that day.

The "minor detail" was that we had live scant practice with the rifles themselves. Thousands of dry snaps and even training in Section Attacks accompanied with dry fire cover from our four Mk II Inglis Bren Guns but no live firing until we would arrive at the 25 yard sight in at Camp Borden on the day of the match.

Prior to our trip I dared to ask Teacher/Captain "X" why we were not going to practice live fire PRIOR to our Borden trip. His succint reply was that we had done lots of dry fire and since I in particular did lots of 22 shooting at the local Armory it should be "duck soup" or woods to that effect.

The day was hot, the drive took quite awhile. When we eventually arrived at the "dustiest place" I had ever seen the Match was already in progress. We were hustled to the 25 yd sight-in zero range. Amazing I had a very tight group but at least an inch or more above the notched helmet. I got into a prolonged argrument with the Sgt in charge about changing my front sight but eventually prevailed upon him. That gave me an extra five shots.
Meanwhile the bus containing all the rest of the Rifle Team had progressed to the firing point. Double quick I arrived just in time to find out that our Rifle team was picked to go to the butts.

"Hurry up and Wait" training continued apace as we did not one but two relays in the butts. A metal triangle on a stick was used to mark the shots. A grid carried by a Regular Force Sgt was used to score. Hours passed. Dirt flew up from the butts and the rifle fire was rather "close" as there seemed to be little dirt on top or the concrete.

No lunch. Communal water pail.

At about 2:30 (okeh 1430 hours we FINALLY made it back to the firing point. I got squadded with my seat mate in class and we fired together and each shot a respectable score. He was the top shot on the relay in the match that we shot so late in the afternoon.

There were twenty members because that is how many No. 4 303 rifles our Cadet Corps had along with our four Bren Guns and another 20 or more Cooey 82s.

As added "bonus" as planned a week in advance we each saved one round from the sight in to load up 20 rounds or so for our Bren Gun that we had brought along on the school bus. We just carried it onto the bus and the Teachers never asked why. It was just "part of the Cadet Corps".

By cutting cards two lucky guys got a chance to fire it semi-auto/full automatic off to the side of the firing line in the next relay.

Heat and teenage spirits kicked in as one Cadet elected to fire a short but successful full auto burst at one of the tin triangle score markers on a stick held by one hapless Cadet in the butts.

He had enough sense to "pack up and get off the mound" before anyone at the firing point noticed.
A lot of shouting once the radio rang but no evidence avaiable.

You never have friends in the rest of your life like you have in high school. Brothers In Arms Against A Common Enemy. Adult Authority.

After firing we were lined up and made to turn out our pockets even though we had said that we did not have any cases on our possession. I was glad I had not kept any as the inspection was done by the same Sgt I had kept late at the zero range.

Oh yes I forgot to mention that we had to fire the Match in our shirts. No Battledress blouse let alone a shooting jacket that some other Cadets wore.

That day I saw my first Bisley Hat worn by a Cadet from Toronto as we walked back up the Range.

All in all a Day to Remember. We got back to Peterborough at 11PM and then had to clean our rifles before we went home.

We never fired our 303s in a match again; our Cadet Corps was disbanded at our High School on January 1959. We were told that the UN would keep peace in the world and that a UN Club would be more suitable.

Shortly afterwards for $12.00 I purchased a 1941Long Branch at a local sports store. It had a two groove barrel and was probably one of the first No. 4s produced at Long Branch. It had a cocking piece on it like a MKIII Lee Enfield.

Off and on for the past 51 years I have been shooting a No. 4 .303 ever since as well as a lot of other Service Rifles.

In a "1998 Trip Back to the Future" in 1998 at CFSAC-DCRA NSCC I shot a 1951 Long Branch No.4 along with the Rangers.

Some of my fellow Cadets have never fired a Service Rifle since the 1950's. One of them has been a professional musician since 1954 when he joined the Kenner Cadet Corps Band in Grade Nine.

In 1970 and 71 I shot the FN FAL at Connaught in what we now call CFSAC. You just went down to the DCRA QM Stores, drew the rifle and kept it for a week.

For whatever reason I never encountered the face bash mentioned here about the FN FAL.

Compared to shooting the No. 4 prone with its brass buttplate while wearing a shirt the FN seemed a treat in rapid fire. In the 1970s a genuine Browning FN went for about $179.00 or so as I recall.

Nobody wanted them then. Nobody much as Civilians wanted to compete with the FN FAL as DCRA Members/Civilians either. At the ORA Winona shoot in 1970 I was the only shooter to fire the FN. To "win" Service Rifle all you had to do was complete the ORA Match. Much like the DCRA NSCC cira 1970; a handful of Civilian Competitors.

In 1998 when I finally returned once again to Connaught and CFSAC-DCRA NSCC there were about six DCRA Civilian Competitors.

Very much like Practical Pistol at DCRA NSCC CFSAC in 2001. One lone Civilian DCRA competitor.

Is there a pattern here that might explain why it was so relatively easy to make the past Canadian Service Rifle a prohibited weapon?

Whats next? Oh I forgot! The Federal Liberals passed a Resolution at the Liberal Party Convention that elected the "Green Machine" headed up by that charismatic shooting sports enthusiast Mr Stephan Dion..something about banning all automatic and semi-automatic rifles, shotguns and dare I say pistols as well??

Ok you got me! There doesnt seem to be any evidence that Mr Dion is a shooting sports enthusiast! maybe I was "stretching it" to suggest he is charismatic. Would you agree that as Prime Minister he would enact a Federal ban on all semi automatic pistols, rifles and shotguns? Did I get one right???

The good olde days..gone but never forgotten. With more to come! Just elect Mr Dion! He will "get it done"!
 
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Learned To Swim By Being Taught In the Deep End of the Pool

Just as a Post Script to my own post and in reading again some of the ones before mine I would add this. That "1950's WWIII World" really seems a "World Away" from 2007. Almost surreal in a way. Most especially that we commonly drilled as Army Cadets with No. 4 .303's and Bren Guns or the radio equipment and sometimes used the vehicles of the RCA 50th M.A.A. Regiment at our Kenner Collegiate Cadet Corps #2471.

Our Teachers expected us to be Men and Women and to shoot straight or play our Military Band Instruments well. They treated us as adults and we replied in kind.

I rememeber as well what is in retrospect "Social Cohesion"..we were agreed on a common cause. Like it or not with WWII and the Korean War barely over, we too might have to go to War..WWIII..

Our Kenner Military Band and/or Instrumental Music Class practised every school day for four years Grade Nine Grade Twelve to do so. Did I mention that the only Women in the Cadet Corps at Kenner were those who were also in the Instrumental Music Class? All the other Women students got a study period while the Corps drilled and drilled and the Band played British Grenadiers again x 20.

It seems important to mention of International Womens Day. Why?

Women at our High School were not allowed to wear jeans or pants EXCEPT IF they were in the Kenner Collegiate Cadet Corps. School Uniform required otherwise. Grey skirt and blue blazer.

Not all the Kenner Teachers agreed with what was for the 1950s a "radical move". One day after complaining each time our fellow women Cadets "dared" to enter her French Class so dressed she ordered them to go to the gym and change into their school uniforms. This happened once.

The second time we arrived on time but all in our Army Cadet uniforms she ordered the women Cadets to change immediately.
This time around we responded in a way she had not anticipated.
Our class formed up in band formation at the door of her classroom and refused to enter unless we all did in uniform.

She stormed off to the Principals office. Ten minutes later she returned with Dr Ray.

He told all of us to enter the classroom in our uniforms both men and women Cadets. We did. Our French teacher learned a lesson.

Perhaps the most interesting part is that our French teacher was a woman herself.
 
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I joined the CF at 20, knew a bit about shooting already and then they gave me my FN C1. Loads of fun! In Germany we got the first C7's and C9's, and I was part of testing and instructed during the convertion. Man did we lauch a lot of rounds all over Germany! Hoenfels will never be the same...

I particularly enjoyed shooting the Carl Gustaf, to this day my funnest small arm to shoot. My buddies got a good laugh one day when I was taking reservist's through the grenade throwing exercise. The pit was behind a bunker which had a bombproof window from which you could watch the show. I tell this kid to pull the pin and chuck the grenade in the pit. He is just shaking he's so nervous... I say relax, just do it! So he pull's the pin, drops the grenade at my feet and just looks at me. I grab his webbing and over the wall we go into the deep, slimy, muddy pit. After the boom and while we are soaked and covered in mud, I give him another grenade and he get's it right this time. I can still hear my buddies laughing their asses off in the bunker!

Those sure were good times, I would not trade them for anything!

Troutseeker
 
I don’t know if it qualifies or not as I was never in Cadets, Reserves, or Reg Force.

I owe M39A2 and Kevin Keon much thanks for turning me to the dark side. Several years ago I had seen notices for the local Service Rifle comps but never paid much heed to them. I had never shot a military rifle but decided to give a WWII match a go. On calling the organizer (thanks Peter!) he suggested I give Kevin a call as he might have a spare rifle I could shoot instead of my hunting rifle, and give the match a try. Kevin didn’t know me from Adam, but provided his own tuned SKS and ammo, gratis. Even more importantly he and M39A2 gave a huge amount of patient coaching through my first course of fire. Of course, I didn’t hit bugger all…but I did put some on target. The hook was set at that point and what followed sealed my appreciation for the competition, the gear and the people.

History, and specifically military history, has always fascinated me but I had never heard 6 rifles all firing at once before. To this day I still remember the first string of 2 or 3 Garands, a couple Enfields and a Poison-Maggot or SKS open up together and how cool it was. To top it off, I then got to give it a try for myself on the firing line and was totally reeled in.

Soon after, I bought a Norc M305, took the late & famous home gunsmithing course, and started going to matches.

With actually going to a range and shooting more than 5 rounds on a target a season, including quality instruction on marksmanship, it all greatly increased my confidence on a realistic basis. When I went hunting the following season, even though I used a different rifle, I knew what shots I could make and not be fooling myself.

Service rifle taught me that a rifle is a rifle is a rifle. My M305 performs the same function and comes down the same line as the M700 Remington hunting rifle that the guy beside me on the bench at the range is shooting…even if he thinks they are worlds apart and argues “those military guns” have no purpose and should be banned (but not his hunting rifle, of course). At a hunting rifle shoot at the local fish and game club two years ago I shot my open sight service rifle against a dozen such guys with tricked out “hunting” rifles, and had to smile at their genuine positive reaction when I finished in the top five. I hoped that at the end at least one went back home to think over his position about rifles in general, and not segregating them into foolish categories.

Service rifle also taught me the best way to encourage new shooters is to get them out there shooting. Share your gear and your ammo, call it paying it forward or a random act of kindness if you really need justify it, which you shouldn’t . I gladly lend my AR to a new shooter and don’t get all bend out of shape because someone else put some fingerprints on it. The ammo is only a couple a bucks and I get to take my girl home even if someone danced with her, so that’s good enough for me. However the new shooter, even if unfortunately they never come back to a match again, at least now knows that a black rifle isn’t “scary” as the media and anti’s make it out to be. At most, you have helped a new shooter into a great sport.

Finally, Service Rifle pleasantly showed me that some of the most interesting, unselfish, and unpretentious people are service rifle shooters. It’s the people I find why I keep coming back, time after time.

It was, and is, worth the price of admission.
 
Thanks to Mr Kevin Keon For 21st Century Service Rifle

I would like to echo Bullwhip's post as well to thank Mr Kevin Keon in Edmonton for enabling me to continue in Service Rifle shooting.

With one of his "100 % stock" M-1 Garands I was able to win a Gold Medal at the Connaught Ranges in the DCRA Historical Military Rifle Match in August 2002.

I was able by firing with Federal Match in a totally stock Garand as put together by Mr Kevin Keon to shoot a 45 out of 50 on a Fig 11 target at 300 metres in a gusting fish tail wind with the temperature at 100 degrees Fahrenheit.

Issue sling. Handguard hot enough to burn your hand when two sighters and ten on score fired. Brass too hot to pick up.

I shot and competed against "lots of Garands" as well as the scores posted bythe Bolt Action, and Sniper Rifle Historical Military Rifles shooting their scores under the same "boiler room" conditions..

My 45 out of 50 was the highest score for that August 2002 day with any class of historical military rifle.

Afterwards I wrote to Kevin to say how much I appreciated his work as per 1940s Armourers standards. He wrote me back to say it was my accomplishment.

Here for all to see I would like to state that without a Garand rifle like Kevin Keon can fit together, it would have been very very difficult. One click on a Garand sight in windage terms is three inches.

That inner five score area on a Fig 11 is 4" x 8". At 300 metres the standard width sight on a Garand is it fair to say "obliterates it"..add some 100 degree mirage eh!

IF I could only have ONE rifle for hunting, match shooting or any other uses it would be a Garand put together by Mr Kevin Keon.

Or a No. 4 Mk I*

Or a Norinco M-14 Clone checked over and adjusted by Mr Kevin Keon of Edmonton.

I rest my case eh!

"A Thing of Beauty Is a Joy Forever"
 
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I guess this is kind of an old thread but I just thought Id say that its great to hear everyones positive experiences. I actually have an M1 and a M14 that Mr Keon is going to tune for me so I can get into the service rifle shoots this year. Its awesome to hear the praise this gunsmith is getting, makes me even more excited to get my rifles tuned and on the firing line when work slows down a bit.
 
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