#Foregrip

[historicalfirearms]

Gulf War Homemade SA80 / L85A1 Front Grip

I went down a bit of a rabbit hole with this video. After spotting an L85A1 with an ad hoc front grip in some footage from the Gulf War I did some digging. There's a rich history of British soldiers fashioning home made foregrips so we take a look at a few of those too.

Check out the accompanying blog here

#Gulf War #SA80 #L85A1 #Front Grip #Foregrip #Operation Granby #History #Military History #Youtube

[inplodinggofer616]

I think they either need to lean into shadow being keanu (operating firearms realistically and efficiently) or lean into keanu being shadow (operating firearms by the rule of cool alone) and they can't go halvesies on this or I'll die

#I would like to avoid AR foregrip pump tho I would really like to avoid that #keanu reeves #shadow the hedgehog

[freetheshit-outofyou]

I saw the scope, then his shoulder to stock weld, then foregrip. 'The US Navy photograph was deleted and the press release recalled.

A spokesman said: “Thank you for pointing out our rifle scope error in the previous post. Picture has been removed until EMI is completed!”

The Navy defines EMI as “instruction in a phase of military duty in which an individual is deficient, and is intended for and directed towards the correction of that deficiency”.'

#us navy

[uncle-mojave]

Puma .357 Magnum Model 92 lever action & Pietta .357 Magnum Model 1873 revolver.

I wanted to get a companion piece for my lever action and CAL Ranch had the pietta for $499

Its got the firing pin on the hammer and a brass back frame. Plastic grips though so I am gonna get wood ones.

I can also buy brass accents like a butt plate and foregrip cap from Rossi for my lever gun so I may do that.

The Pietta is very solid, has the four clicks and the trigger is stiffer like a single action should be. Ruger's triggers are way too light.

All in all I'm loving it. Will shoot this weekend.

Brazillian & Italian for that spaghetti western feel

[ri47]

The LMR47 (known more simply as the rail) is possibly the most infamous of the KHU's service rifles. While the exact circumstances of its adoption are poorly documented, it was doubtlessly the end result of a vicious bidding war between the arms-manufacturing families of the seneschal board.

A marvel of standard technology, those familiar with the rail often remark on how little recoil it generates. Although not quite the "zero-recoil" promised by the standard foregrip's branding, the rail remains a surprisingly manageable weapon, further eased through the liberal use of alloy laminate in its construction.

The rail is technically capable of automatic fire. Realistically, the thermal limits of its onboard power unit constrain this to controlled bursts.

#VesalBlood #art

[tentacion3099]

KP/31 variants

Suomi "Korsu" (meant for shooting through vision ports in bunkers)

Husqvarna m/37 (Swedish copy chambered in 9×20mm Browning)

Husqvarna m/37-39 (M/37 rechambered in 9×19mm Parabellum)

Lettet-Forsøgs ( Danish prototype with a spherical foregrip?)

Hispano-Suiza MP43/44 (Swiss copy with a bayonet lug and a fixed sight instead of a rear tangent sight)

Iranian prototype KP/31 (presumably mid-1930s, has a pistol grip and a top-mounted magazine)

KP/26 (early prototype, maybe Lahti's first SMG design, had a crescent-shaped magazine, chambered in 7.65mm x 21)

Stemple-Suomi / Stemple Takedown Gun (A transferrable machine gun version of the KP/31)

#vintage #gunblr

[shadeops21]

MWII Cosplay - Ghost "Urban Ops" WIP - "The Haunted" Chimera prop

[CW/TW: Pictured below is a gel blaster replica firearm. This is NOT a fully functional firearm.]

I have been working over six months now to work on replicating the same rifle that Ghost wields during the opening mission, as well as Alone & Ghost Team.

It's available in MWII Multiplayer through the blueprint known as "The Haunted", and I have managed to create a near-1:1 match of the build with a Honey Badger gel blaster.

I did have to compromise on some parts and details, and there are a couple of details that I've yet to add on but they're very minor.

Pictures below the cut!

Here's the blueprint taken from in-game:

And here is my build:

So, first things first: the handguard is a 3D printed adaptation of the in-game model. The actual handguard isn't commercially available as I don't think it exists. Discussions with a friend have concluded that it is a hybridized form that incorporates the factory handguard produced by Q and elements from the Geissele SMR handguards.

Compromises:

Game textures have it painted black and a dull green-grey colour, however I was unable to obtain a matching colour. Seeing the model in-game under lighting had it show more as a tan however, so I have opted for tan.

Front foregrip I've used is an H&K Assault Grip, as my KAC VFG is on another build of mine, and this was the closest I have to the grip used in-game (again, a fictionalised design to my knowledge). Still searching for a match however I'm coming up empty.

I've used a clone Aimpoint CompM2 instead of an Aimpoint PRO. PROs are hard to find clones of, especially in Australia. Same basic shape and silhouette though. I don't have the lens covers for it though. Same with the mount, not the exact same type unfortunately but close enough.

In-game, it's equipped with a laser aiming device. I've swapped that out for a replica Surefire Mini Scout M300C because if/when I do use this on a field, I want to be able to light up my target and see it.

I'm struggling to source black rubber bands to add around the stock's adjustment button, so I may get different colour ones or ditch them entirely.

I've gotta source pens in the right colours so I can add the "07"/"B07" marks on either side of the receiver.

May omit the strip of velcro with the little UK flag on the left upper receiver.

Either way, I'm very pleased with how this has turned out!

Let me know what you all think in the notes/reblogs!

I'm a week and a half from taking this to Supanova Brisbane!

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #cod mw22 #modern warfare ii #mwii #simon ghost riley #cosplay

[goatsludge]

Close to the final penultimate setup for the FDE A2 build.

Went with a BCM rail instead of a Geissele, they were out of stock in FDE, so I just bought a black one and had it cerakoted.

This installed without a hitch; nice and tight, but didn't need to use a heat gun like most people - just a little wiggle effort.

The KAC Stubby Foregrip is a give or take, it kinda breaks up the aesthetic for me, but damn, is it comfy to use.

Also replaced the mil-spec charging handle with a Badger Creek Gen.3 Ambi. The latch unfortunately doesn't fully engage unless you consciously assure the handle is fully rammed home. No fault of the handle itself, this upper seems to have that problem with a lot of the charging handles I have; wonder if something's up with the bolt headspace.

The loose A2 birdcage flash hider will be replaced with a Wolfpack Armory Night Howler or an FCD 3P15, since I'm getting both and wanna decide what looks better on this build vs the 11.5" nightfighter.

Speaking of nightfighting, if I really wanna push this build into that territory, I'm waiting on an MLOK adapter for the Surefire Scout Pro, so if I need to clear up top rail space for a PEQ15, that'll be what I use, likely along with a Z-Bolt Dual Function Tailcap.

As far as optics, will probably mount an Aimpoint T2 or a SIG Romeo5 up there, likely the latter since this isn't a dedicated nightfighting gun and any advantages the T2 has in that regard isn't probably worth the extra $700.

Now to decide if I wanna get the lower cerakoted too

Oh yeah, and at just under 7-1/2 lbs, this is probably the lightest AR in the house. It's not even the shortest. It's also the most comfortable and well balanced for me.

#ar15build #flat dark earth #carry handle #m16a2 carbine #retromod #retro carbine

[identifying-guns-in-posts]

Submitted by @changingthis. Included message:

Hey, could you identify what this gun from Blue Archive? It’s wielded by minor robot enemies in a boss fight. The closest gun that I’ve found is an Arcflash EMB-01B but that’s still pretty far off.

The other side of the gun matches the side shown in this picture and the hexagon on the front has a flat black texture. Idk if you want more details and more pictures but I’ll try to get them to you if so when I can get them.

Most of the time Blue Archive uses real guns so I’m curious to find out what gun this is!

While I’m sure the protagonists of the game wield approximately real guns, this weapon is very clearly not based off of any specific real world firearm, and/or is too low detail / low poly to really make any identifying features out. I can tell you, however, that the hexagon below the barrel may actually be a magazine tube for shells, with the boxy foregrip being a manual pump.

Overall it’s very, VERY close to many other generic sci-fi rifle designs (it specifically gives me Deepcore GK2 and Splitgate AR vibes).

I mean, again, this is allegedly only wielded by lesser minions in a boss fight. From my game designer’s standpoint, it makes sense that not a lot of effort was put into making it a realistic gun.

#submission #changingthis #gun id #cursed guns #unidentified weapon #fictional weapons

[jestergirlbosom]

They should put foregrips on penises

#willow writes

[madmarchhare]

The Monk and the Traveller Ch.2

Cherry spent about two hours with the man, getting a dinner of fried fox wrapped in various herbs along with some pheasant he had cooked the night before, leaving the pheasant he had caught today to prepare later. Alcohol flowed freely, much to the monk’s taciturn delight, Collier pouring him large servings of Sake[1] into a pair of ornate jet sake dishes he had. ‘It would be wrong to serve them in something else!’ he had remarked, just before gulping down the clear drink. By the end of the supper the smaller man was thoroughly drunk, both on good food and good drink, completely red in the face and quite out of it.

Collier made conversation all the while, asking questions about the man while discussing himself, but Cherry was only in a state to offer monosyllabic replies or nods. The Englishman noticed, but was not too bothered by it, enjoying the company nonetheless as he spoke increasingly to himself. In the end Cherry was struggling to hold himself awake, beginning to nod off into the drink in his hand. Collier grabbed him under the arm and pulled him to his room, the monk wearing a Cheshire cat smile all the way. His room was lavish for the hotel, simplistic yet finely decorated where it could be. Collier pulled the man to his room and laid him on his bed, leaving his hat hung on his staff and the latter leaned against the wall outside the room, along with his sandals.

He left through the door, leaving the key inside near it, hearing Cherry’s drunken mumblings as he left. He walked back down the hall to his room, nodding to the daughter of the inn as they passed each other, which she returned curtly as she carried a number of towels. He returned to his room, locking the door behind himself then changed into a pair of striped pyjamas, removing his money from the jacket before folding it away. He went to bed, laying his watch near his head after unlatching it from his wrist, then laying down on the futon[2].

Collier woke up early, as he often did, getting up and stretching before walking off to wash his face and brush his teeth. After that, he changed into the trousers he had worn yesterday, with a fresh shirt rolling up the sleeves as he grabbed his guns to clean them.

The rifle was an equitize piece, a Lee Speed sporting with high grade wood, polished a deep colour. A metal butt plate on its rear, with a sling loop on the underside of the stock, a few inches up of a metal oval in the stock. The semi-pistol grip was beautifully chequered, a horn grip cap just below it, the trigger and magazine just ahead of it. Both featured light engravings, a deep one on the underside of the trigger guard. The foregrip was just a deeply chequered as the grip, capped with deep black horn as well. The action was blued deeply, with a round bolt head, a dust cover over the top of the action, the magazine cut-off just below it. The Lee action locked into a beautifully blued long barrel, a chequered rib all along the top, bar for the inscription of ‘Army & Navy Cooperative Ltd[3] London For cordite only’. A set of three flip up leaf sight near the action, platinum lines up their centres, along with a ladder sight up to a thousand yards, left for the ambitions. The end of the barrel featured a raised dot sight, adjustable with a set screw on one side, the muzzle showing the grooves of Enfield-style rifling as a swing loop was affixed under the far end of the barrel.

He disassembled and cleaned the rifle, being somewhat liberal on the use of oil as he cleaned out the cordite residue in the rifling, giving all the metal and wood a quick polish as he put it back together, working the action as he finished, then holding the trigger as it closed it back so it wouldn’t re-cock the striker. His revolvers were in better concern, not having been used as much. The first, and smaller of the two was Merwin & Hulbert Third Model frontier. An army style revolver, meaning it was chambered in the US army’s standard of .44 calibre, specifically in .44-40 or Winchester 1873 as it was marked on the gun. It featured a flared, bell-shaped grip made of ivory, a seven inch barrel, and was nickel plated. It was well engraved, seeing woven patterns of reeds and roaming Saharan fauna. He had bought it when he had travelled to America, enjoying the speed and strength of the gun, especially as this was a double action model.

His other one, a deep blued piece, was a Webley Target with Bakelite grips and seven and a half inch barrel. Both the rear-sight on the latch and the front sight were adjustable, the grip being flared at the base and the trigger serrated. It was Chambered in .477 Eley, also called Enfield, it was a black powder cartridge which Collier used as a stopping revolver, for tigers, bears and the like. Though unfortunately it would not go much larger in it’s targets.

He finished cleaning the trio of weapons he had got out, placing them away as he went to wash his hands and finish getting dressed. Before he left he went past Cherry’s room, pressing his ear to the door, checking for signs that the monk was still alive. He heard the man toss slightly within the room, so drew back, assured that he had not helped the man drink himself to death. He pulled on his coat and the rest of his equipment, a small rucksack on his back, along with a burlap wrapped canteen. An ammunition pouch strapped under the rucksack, along with an expense pouch on his right hip, near a metal brace for carrying game, both revolvers holster at his waist on the left.

He grabbed the left-over bits of fox meat, wrapped in wax-paper, to use as bait, placing them with the other select chunks he had with him already in his bag. He affixed a hunting knife to his belt, an ivory handled Damascus blade, then pulled his rifle over his shoulder. He left his room, locking it behind him as he walked, holding his boots by the mouth pinched between his finger and thumb. The sun had barely risen as he left his room, nodding to Surogasu as they passed each other the owner smiling warmly at his guest, though still wearing a tired look on his face. Collier walked to the entrance, stopping to don his boots, then left. Morning was dark outside, the sun not having yet raised its face. He checked his watch using what remained of the light from the inn, and saw it was twenty-eight minutes to five o’clock. He smiled to himself then set off into the dark, accompanied by the early morning songs of birds and the chatter of insects.

He arrived in the woods shortly after, adjusting his equipment, making sure nothing could rattle before loading his rifle, loading each round of .303 individually into the box magazine. He loaded both revolvers as well, opening the loading gate on the right side of the Merwin’s cylinder before sliding into its holster and retrieving the Webley. He broke it open, dropping the large bullets into the cylinder one by one before snapping it shut and holstering it as well. He stepped carefully through the woods, lifting his legs high to not become entangled in the groundcover underfoot. Conifer trees stretched high around him, draining out what little light the morning had granted him as he continued forward. He checked his watch, the radium on the hands lightly illuminating the face, allowing him to see that it had just turned quarter past five. He grabbed some bait from his rucksack, a section of breasted pheasant and set it up in a small parting in the ground cover. He moved downwind of the meat, watching closely as he moved away from it. When he was far enough away he chambered a round in his rifle, flipping up the leaf sight for the right range as he crouched down in the bracken, concealing himself within it. He waited patiently, watching around the spot as he listened to the quiet, moving occasionally to try and stay into the wind so that his scent would not blow over the bait.

After a while, just as the twinkling sparks of daylight began to burn, Collier saw movement ahead of him, just by a small mess of holly near the bait. A fox swept out of the cover, glancing around the space as it seemed to be heading home, but had noticed the food ahead of it. It moved to it, cautious on instinct, the mess of chicken blood already present on its chest as it considered the additional meal. Finally it darted close to it and snatched it up in its mouth. Before it could dash off, its legs already shifting, Collier fired, the sights lined up squarely on the creatures red face. The bullet boomed as it left the barrel, wreathed in a great boa of fire and burning cordite as it whipped past the plants surrounding the muzzle to pierce cleanly through the fox’s head. The creature didn’t notice, flopping to the ground from the residual inertia. The shot echoed off the thin trunks of the trees, bouncing up and down the uneven ground of the forest. Birds flew off in distress at the noise, though a number remained unabashed in their sleep.

Collier lifted and pulled back the bolt, catching the brass and dumping it into a pocket. He closed the bolt, chambering a round, then flipped on the safety before striding over to the fox. It was still twitching slightly, the last shocks of nerves displaying a fruitless imitation of life. He affixed the body to the brace had had at his hip, shifting it around so he could reach his expense pouch for cartridges. He left what remained of the bait on the ground, for the scavengers he thought. He made his way forward, an idle crow calling after him, almost in thanks for the meal he had left it. He made the same attempt two more times, the first succeeding, though the shot pierced its neck. The last attempt was fruitless, the day already having broke, seeing then end of any excursion for a fox.

He heard and saw a number of squirrels busing themselves across the tree branches, flashes of red and grey backlit against the innumerous greens and browns of the conifers. He let them alone, deciding to come back with a shotgun another time. Even his revolvers were likely too powerful for the small creatures. He continued on, finding a small outcropping of stone that he laid himself on, the wind dying down as he did. He stared out over the forest ahead of him, holding his rifle loosely in his hands. He had seen the signs of it a while earlier, small pits called ‘scrapes’ dung into the ground by the thing which stunk of the musky urine they used to mark them. He was in its territory, so he expected it to come, either soon or later.

He had spent the latter half of the day before stalking it, working out the particulars of its realm. He laid still, time ticking by with his watch as the sun moved overhead. By midday he had seen nothing, bar from a flush of green pheasant, of which he shot two with his rifle, bundling them with the foxes, wrapped in a sheet beside him. Then he spotted its shape. Almost fifty inches tall at the shoulder, and about sixty inches long, with deep mahogany fur, darker around the spine of the neck and near invisible white spots on its back. It darted its eyes around the scene with determined caution, prepared to fend off someone who breached his territory, using his impressive antlers. A sika deer, or nihonjika.[4] They were a fascinating species, especially compared to other deer he had hunted. Most would flee when they felt danger, the sika, however would hide. They would conceal themselves, indeed this one had likely done so as Collier hunted for it. But now, it hadn’t seen him, while the reverse was not true.

Collier again lined up the deer’s skull into the sights, the platinum line along the leaf sight crossing the dot sight just at its brow. He pulled the trigger carefully, feeling the take-up on his finger until the sear slipped out from under the striker. The shot was clean, the beautiful creature falling back gracefully, landing in the bracken with a light thrush of foliage and rushing air. Collier stared at it down his sights for a moment, letting out a satisfied exhale before pulling himself to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder. He grabbed the bundle of shot game beside him, holding it by a length of twine he had tied it up with as he walked over to the beast. Even in death, the buck held its beauty proudly, tall and lean, toned by a life of wilderness.

He dropped the game to the ground, pulling out his knife as he leant over the buck, swiftly and efficiently skinning the creature before sectioning the meat. He wrapped it up in brown paper, tying them with twine from his rucksack. He finished taking everything from the animal after a half hour, only leaving the stomach, intestines and lungs. He stood back away from the beast for a moment, wiping his bloody hands on a parchment of moss, sighing contently. He sat for a moment on a stump, reaching into one of his pockets to pull out a set of cigars, tucking one into his mouth as he reached for a box of matches. He pulled out the yellow box of Swan Vestas, pushing it out of the cover and plucking a singular match from it as swiftly striking it against the side, placing the box back in his pocket. He pressed the flame against the end of the cigar, puffing to light it as pinkish-grey smoke billowed around him, backlit by the sun. He took in a few mouthfuls of smoke before jumping to his feet, smoke whipping about, behind him and grabbing up all the game to take back. Just before he left, having collected all of his things, he removed the head of the buck to boil down to the skull later. He left the rest to nature, feeling curious glances of birds of prey overhead as he began to make his way back.

[1] A wine made from fermented rice.

[2] A Japanese style of bedding. The usually consist of a mattress[shikibuton] and duvet[kakebuton].

[3] The Army and Navy Co-operative was a company, initially a co-operative, established in the 19th century to serve British army and navy troops, selling weapons, ammunition and equipment, everything a soldier might need while serving overseas.

[4] Japanese Dear

#original writing #creative writing #writing #historical fiction #fiction #HMAD

[haliibugg]

u would never know it, but he’s actually fighting the urge to use the cat as an m13 w/ commando foregrips rn

#the sequel to this pic is him actually holding the cat like a gun #been sitting on a few doodles of this funny lil guy for a while but haven’t been posting any bc of finals and an infection :( #anyways i think ghost would like cats just as much as dogs :D #they are quiet and sleek and unpredictable-just like him! #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare ii #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mw22 #cod ghost #my art

[enriquemzn262]

Regarding firearms in the US and tax stamps: I understand that in many places you need to get said stamp to add stuff like a stock or a vertical foregrip to a short firearm, or another for a fully automatic one.

So, are you supposed to carry said stamp with you at all times to prove you could add those features? Or once bought any law enforcement agency can just look you/your gun up in some database (?) and confirm is legal? How does that work?

[uncle-mojave]

Got some foregrips for my AR-15 that have a heatshield in them. They're about half an inch thicker than the others without a heat shield. Nice and beefy. Dang fine rifle it is.

[nightbringer24]

How much does a Tommy gun, full Chicago Typewriter: foregrip and drum-magazine, and the necessary ammo cost?

#personal

[frogblast-the-ventcore]

RARAN 1130 - a prototype attempt to turn the PM Makarov into a machine pistol. The pistol was designed by Alexei Konovalov, lecturer at the Russian Academy of Rocket and Artillery Sciences (Российская Академия Ракетных и Артиллерийских Наук Rossiyskaya Akademiya Raketnykh i Artilleriyskikh Nauk) around 1998. It was made in order to demonstrate a new type of bolt. In order to demonstrate the feasibility of said action, a mockup of the weapon was made using a Makarov pistol as a basis. While very crude, it did indeed demonstrate the new design to be feasible, however, the weapon ultimately did not exit the prototype stage.

The pistol used a sliding bolt mounted on top of a Makarov slide. A foregrip was also present and the weapon was cocked using a side-mounted charging handle on the left side.

#cursed guns