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Tonight the looserounds.com facebook “fan” page has hit over 300 “likes.”  While thats a really small number compared to other pages and compared to the daily visits to the looseorunds website. It is still pretty exciting to me.   The reason is simple.  We have not spent 1 dollar in some kind of advertising to gain likes or paid some expert PR firm to get us likes.   I like it better that way. I want people to like us and find us on their own.

Since its a bit of a mile stone for us I thought I would say a few things about looserounds that none of us have share so far in the short time LR has been in this world.  And because of the 300 likes this is as good time as any to say it and for me to blather and gibber on longer then I should.

When Howard and I decided to start loose rounds, we wanted it to be different to a lot of the fire arms blogs out there all over the web.  First, we did not want it to be another NRA parrot site full of  news about anti gun laws being passed or pro gun law victories. You can get that every where else. We agreed that unless its something critically important, we would skip on it. Another thing was we wanted to have content that was at least an attempt at something meaningful. Some other sites will post up stuff every day, but its just as likely to be rumor or non news as anything informative.  It gives the illusion of activity, but its really not.  We also did not want to or seem to be talking down to the readers or lecture them as if they were ignorant beginners.  There is one fire arm blog I saw a few months ago that had the smug arrogance to lecture readers on their FB page about the readers spelling and grammar. I suppose he could not help himself from complaining about his readers comments in the comment section, or felt his readers intelligence was so low he felt it is duty to make the world a better place by making sure the people who came to his blog were as smart as he felt he deserved them to be…..Have no idea. But I told Howard that I would have been highly insulted by his condescending posts toward his fans.       Looserounds is here to share info and give you our opinion on what is good and works and what does not.  We do not feel we are better then you nor are we going to lecture you on your spelling or how you dress.  There is enough of that on gun boards that are suppose to be technical and are the furthest from it.

Some of us may have more or different experience in some things that you do not, but does not mean we are anything special.   We will give you an honest opinion whether you like the opinion or not is another thing. You might not agree with out opinion and that OK. but if you get mad over it that is not going to change our opinio. We do not hold that against anyone and we hope you would not take it personal and hold it against us. Though if you do. well.  whatever.

We do try to talk to our readers as adults that have more then basic fire arms knowledge.  Sure, not everyone does, but  the fundamentals always apply and I have always found that people will learn pretty fast.  We also will take the time to answer any beginner level question, shooting or technical or informational. We cover a wide range sometimes and try to be entertaining, helpful and to sometimes teach a little fire arms history along with other useful and sundry skill.

One thing I feel is important to point out is looserounds and the writers at LR does not feel or think anyone who is not LEO or Military, does not know what they are talking about. This is another point that has always bothered us about some of the other gun blogs and websites.  Experts come from all over and just because some one is paid or “trained” to do something hardly makes them an expert.  I am sure everyone has seen examples of both. So do not feel like something on this site is not for you just because you never had to throw a grenade through a window or make some SWAT team raid. The info we try to provide is meant to help everyone and to make everyone think. We do not think some ones opinion can not be judged because they are LEO or Mil.  That thinking leads to blind hero worship and relying  on people who may not know what they are doing and leading other to follow the same mistakes.   So comment on anything you wish even if some one has told you that you can not argue with the topic because you don’t have the experience. We are always willing to listen and talk about it ( unless you start out with  insulting ).

We started out to talk about tactics and shooting more then reviews and gear tests but we certainly evolved fast into doing that as well. We also added topics like survival and prepping and even the comedic section. Starting next year we will  debut our Youtube Channel with videos. Catherine will be at SHOT show to show some video of the new stuff and hopefully some interviews with company reps.  And of course videos with shooting tips. I can not say for sure what the video portion will evolve into though because we seem to not know how we are going to do things until it just happens. Just like pregnancy. no one knows how it works until a kid pops out.

I can say we will probably have more AAR and reviews of come carbine and shooting classes this year from Mark. He may be going to a Costa shooting class so if that happens you can read his always excellent review of his experience and we will have some more article about antique and obscure guns form the Editor of LR C.Lopes. If that is popular, maybe we will do more.  I am always waiting to hear from readers about what they would like to read about, so suggestions are welcome. But, I can not promise we will write about it. But we will do our very best to answer questions as usual. There is a very wide range and knowledge base on looseorunds and there is not much we can not answer.


Thanks for reading what we have to say this year and thanks to our facebook fans for “liking” us.  I for one am surprised on how much we have grown. I never imagined so many people would want to read what we had to say in this time of every gun blog being run by a “SEAL.”

We just want to help other shooters with what we learned over years and hundreds of thousands of rounds and even Combat for one of us.  Keep reading if you like what we do and 2013 will be better then this year with more to offer and new and better things.









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Abusing the Gen 3 Pmag

After getting some of the new Pmags as seen in my last review of them, I shot them and decided to  hurt them a little  before I made a final decision.  Behind my house is a 50 foot rock cliff.   I went to the top of the drop and tossed the Mags over the side and had some one throw them back up to me.  Often this resulted in the mag not making it but 3/4 of the way up, then bouncing off the rock face and falling down.  I did this about 20-25 times before my helpers arm got too tired.


I then took the mag and laid it on the  drive way and dropped a huge piece of fire wood on the mag around 10 times.  I let it fall free not  putting extra effort into throwing it down.



After this, I ran over empty twice with my Jeep. I made sure the front with the engine and the most weight. went over the mag. I then kicked it around for 5 minutes and  dropping it feed lips down onto the drive way from shoulder high  close to 30 times.

The mag then fired  90 rounds fine. It locked back when it was supposed to and it fell free from the mag well just like  you want.   The feed lips did become marred and fuzzy looking ( only way to say it)   but it did not effect performance.  I did note the mag seemed a little harder to load  but not so much to really worry. It is likely grit or something. Or, it is likely just all in my mind. Who knows? I am no scientist so if it keeps working after taking more abuse then reality would deliver, thats good enough for me.



I will not tel you the new gen 3 mag is some huge improvement over the older gen Pmags we all have.  Other then the gripping surface. It is not all the different. It is however. just as tough and reliable as  the other excellent mags they make.  I love Pmags, but I have to tell you again, if you are going to pay a little more for a mag then what the cost of the older Pmag is, go with the Lancer AWM.  But, if you love and trust magpul. you will be more then happy with the Gen 3.  The grip surface is worth an extra buck or two to me.  I do look forward t getting a new ranger plate that will work on the new mags though.

New Gen 3 Magpul Pmags

I got my hands on a couple of the new generation of the Magpul Pmag.   The Pmag needs no introduction by me or anyone else at this point in time. If this is the first you have heard of the Pmag, well then,I guess I can not help much.  The Pmag has been a huge hit since  it hit the market even if some of the 1st gen  had a few “problems”.   The only problem with the  1st gen mags was that magpul made them to work in a true milspec magazine well ( colt)  since that is the proper  spec  and it is what every military  M16/M4 is made to as well as any other companies clone worth its salt.   People with cheaper guns that had corners cut or slightly out of spec  lowers were quick to point the finer at magpul of course.   Blaming ones own  pet brand of fire arms is unheard of!!!

The mags are now on the 3rd  generation having had most of the functional problems long worked out assuming you have a quality made weapon. Magpul made the Pmag for the M16 family  and the Pmag clearly works in it.  Other weapons that take the M16 magazine pattern may not work perfectly with Pmags so Magpul came up with the “Emag”. It is made to work in all  the other weapons that take the M16 pattern metal mag  but had trouble with the Pmag.   The mag has gotten better every generation and has some small extras added to each at different points to make the mags even more attractive.  Now Magopul has the new gen out.




At first glance, I could not really tell much of a difference. But after a look longer then 3 seconds, the changes are clear.   The first thing I noticed is those of you who like to put the dust cover/feed lips protector over the bottom to keep up with it are not shit out of luck.   That feature is gone.   No loss in my opinion because I toss them in a parts bin never to be touched again anyway. But I know some like them, so that may be a small let down.


From the picture above, you can see the one thing I really like.  The texture on the mag to help you grip it.  I found the gripping texture a nice touch. It is becoming common on other mags now so I would have been surprised to not see them on the new magazines from magpul.   It has a good feeling and when I sloshed water on it and mixed a little gun oil, it still helped with a good grip.  The best part is ( in my opinion) it is right where I need it. The way I grip the bottom of the mags to pull them from a pouch and load them requires me to grab the portion of the mag with the biggest part of my grip.  So to me, this is just where I need it.

It is not just the sides either, they also put grippy texture on the front and back spine of the mag.


It not quite as aggressive on the front/rear as the sides though. And its not super aggressive on the sides.


Another new thing is, the unnecessary over insertion tab on the new mags. I do not see any advantage to this and it may turn out to be more trouble then its worth. The same feature on the “colt spec”  308 Pmags seems to be giving troubles that the standard 308 Pmags do not cause.  Time will tell.  The floor plate is also slightly smaller then the older versions, but not by much. I assume this is meant to make it easier to put two mags in one pouch. It does not always work out to have two older mags in one pouch so this could help.  I could not tell that it helped out much in my pouches. I tried it out in military issue  SDS MOLLE II pouches. OF course, its a moot point since the USMC is not allowed to use the Pmag now anyway! ZING!!!    Yeah, it is not really funny, but you can thank H&K for that, not Magpuls quality.


Above is the follower and feed lips of the new mag.  Oddly I found it slightly harder to load the new mags compared to the other generation Pmags.  I can not say if this is a fact, but it felt that way which could mean something, or nothing other then I am getting weaker… Who knows. The new Mags will work with the stripper clip charger ( spoon ) and stripper clips.   One additional disappointment to me is the new mags will not take the older ranger plates that I like to add to my other Pmags as standard practice.  I really like those  and was hoping to be able to use them on the newer mags. Now we have to wait until the versions that fit come out, if they indeed do come out.

The mags did work great after 100 rounds through each fired from colt carbine. The ejected fine and locked the bolt back on after empty.  I have not started to abuse them yet, but I will very soon.. I will submerge them, try to smash, put too much oil on them, freeze them and throw them off a 50 foot rock cliff and see what happens. I will dutifully report what  happens back to you.


Right now, I have to say. meh. No big deal really. I think they would have been great back in 09 but I have a hard time getting very excited about them now that the Lancer  Advanced Warfighter mags are out.  Those are the best Mags I have used/tortured and I really, really like them.   I like Pmags too so we will see.  After my abuse tests I will make a personal recommendation.  Magpul makes great mags, but I think in the future, it is going to come down to the little details that will show a clear choice in mags for the serious shooter.  Check back in a few days to see how the gen 3 holds up to harsher testing.

Ryan’s Steak House


The story below did not happen to any member of loose rounds nor did any member of loose rounds write it or have anything to do with it.

This is a story as told by a member of popular gun board www.ar15.com.  The unfortunate soul posted his  miss adventure up a few years ago and he has went down as one of the funniest things ever written.  As far as anyone knows, it is a true story and the author swears  to every word.  Since the original publication, it has become infamous and is worth every minute it takes to read. I would say it may be the funniest true story I have ever heard.



Now, I know that there is a lot of embellishment that occurs on this group and I am aware that a small number of things are perhaps sheer fabrication, but I have a story to tell that is the absolute truth.

Funniest damn thing that has ever happened to me. A couple of weeks ago we decided to cruise out to Ryan’s Steakhouse for dinner. It was a Wednesday night which means that macaroni and beef was on the hot bar, indeed the only night of the week that it is served. Wednesday night is also kid’s night at Ryan’s, complete with Dizzy the Clown wandering from table to table entertaining the little bastards. It may seem that the events about to be told have little connection to those two circumstances, but all will be clear in a moment.

We went through the line and placed our orders for the all-you-can-eat hot bar then sat down as far away from the front of the restaurant as possible in order to keep the density of kids down a bit. Then I started my move to the hot bar. Plate after plate of macaroni and beef were consumed that evening, I tell you – in all, four heaping plates of the pseudo-Italian ambrosia were shoved into my belly. I was sated. Perhaps a bit too much, however.

I had not really been feeling well all day, what with a bit of gas and such. By the time I had eaten four overwhelmed plates of food, I was in real trouble. There was so much pressure on my diaphragm that I was having trouble breathing. At the same time, the downward pressure was building. At first I thought it was only gas, which could have been passed in batches right at the table without too much concern.

Unfortunately, that was not to be. After a minute or so it was clear that I was dealing with explosive diarrhea. It’s amazing how grease can make its way through your intestines far faster than the food which spawned the grease to begin with, but I digress… I got up from the table and made my way to the bathroom. Upon entering, I saw two sinks immediately inside the door, two urinals just to the right of the sinks, and two toilet stalls against the back wall. One of them was a handicapped bathroom. Now, normally I would have gone to the handicapped stall since I like to stretch out a bit when I take a good shit. But in this case, the door lock was broken and the only thing I hate worse than my wife telling me to stop cutting my toenails with a pair of diagonal wire-cutters is having someone walk in on me while I am taking a shit.

I went to the normal stall. In retrospect, I probably should have gone to the large, handicapped stall even though the door would not lock because that bit of time lost in making the stall switch proved to be a bit too long under the circumstances. By the time I had walked into the regular stall, the pressure on my ass was reaching Biblical portions. I began “The Move.”

For those women who may be reading this, let me take a moment to explain “The Move.” Men know exactly what their bowels are up to at any given second. And when the time comes to empty the cache, a sequence of physiological events occur that can not be stopped under any circumstances. There is a move men make that involves simultaneously approaching the toilet, beginning the body turn to position ones ass toward said toilet, hooking ones fingers into ones waistline, and pulling down the pants while beginning the squat at the same time. It is a very fluid motion that, when performed properly, results in the flawless expulsion of shit at the exact same second that one’s ass is properly placed on the toilet seat. Done properly, it even assures that the choad is properly inserted into the front rim of the toilet in the event that the piss stream lets loose at the same time; it is truly a picture of coordination rivaling that of a skilled ballet dancer.

I was about halfway into “The Move” when I looked down at the floor and saw a pile of vomit that had been previously expelled by one of those little bastards attending kids night. It was mounded up in the corner so I did not notice it when I had first walked into the stall. Normally, I would not have been bothered by such a thing, but I had eaten so much and the pressure upward was so intense, that I hit a rarely experienced gag reflex. And once that reflex started, combined with the intense pressure upward caused by the bloated stomach, four plates of macaroni and beef started coming up for a rematch.

What happened next was so quick that the exact sequence of events is a bit fuzzy, but I will try to reconstruct them as best I can. In that moment of impending projectile vomiting, my attention was diverted from the goings-on at the other end. To put a freeze frame on the situation, I was half crouched down to the toilet, pants pulled down to my knees, with a load of vomit coming up my esophagus.

Now, most of you know that vomiting takes precedence over shit no matter what is about to come slamming out of your ass. It is apparently an evolutionary thing since shitting will not kill you, but vomiting takes a presence of mind to accomplish so that you do not aspirate any food into the bronchial tubes and perhaps choke to death. My attention was thus diverted. At that very split second, my ass exploded in what can only be described as a wake…you know, as in a newspaper headline along the lines of “30,000 Killed In Wake of Typhoon Fifi” or something similar. In what seemed to be most suitably measured in cubic feet, an enormous plug of shit the consistency of thick mud with embedded pockets of greasy liquid came flying out of my ass.

But remember, I was only halfway down on the toilet at that moment. The shit wave was of such force, and of just such an angle in relation to the back curve of the toilet seat, that it ricocheted off the back of the seat and slammed into the wall – at an angle of incidence equal to the angle at which it initially hit the toilet seat. Then I sat down. Recall that when that event occurred, I was already halfway to sitting anyway and had actually reached the point of no return. I have always considered myself as relatively stable gravitationally, but when you get beyond a certain point, you’re going down no matter how limber you may be. Needless to say, the shit wave, though of considerable force, was not so sufficient so as to completely glance off the toilet seat and deposit itself on the walls – unlike what you would see when hitting a puddle with a high-pressure water hose; even though you throw water at the puddle, the puddle gets moved and no water is left to re-form a puddle. There was a significant amount of shit remaining on about one-third of the seat rim which I had now just collapsed upon.

Now, back to the vomit…

While all the shitting was going on, the vomit was still on its way up. By the time I had actually collapsed on the toilet, my mouth had filled up with a goodly portion of the macaroni and beef I had just consumed. OK, so what does the human body instinctively do when vomiting? One bends over. So I bent over. I was still sitting on the toilet, though. Therefore, bending over resulted in me placing my head above my now slightly-opened legs, positioned in between my knees and waist. Also directly above my pants which were now pulled down to a point just midway between my knees and my ankles. Oh, did I mention that I was wearing not just pants, but sweatpants with elastic on the ankles. In one mighty push, some three pounds of macaroni and beef, two or three Cokes, and a couple of Big, Fat Yeast Rolls were deposited in my pants…on the inside…with no ready exit at the bottom down by my feet. In the next several seconds, there were a handful of farts, a couple of turds, and the event ended. Yet I was now sitting there with my pants full of vomit, my back covered in shit that had bounced off the toilet, spattered on three ceramic-tiled walls to a height of about five feet, and still had enough force to come back at me, covering the back of my shirt with droplets of liquid shit. All while thick shit was spread all over my ass in a ring curiously in the shape of a toilet seat.

And there was no fucking toilet paper. What could I do but laugh. I must have sounded like a complete maniac to the guy who then wandered into the bathroom. He actually asked if I was OK since I was laughing so hard I must have sounded like I was crying hysterically. I calmed down just enough to ask him if he would get the manager. And told him to have the manager bring some toilet paper. When the manager walked in, he brought the toilet paper with him, but in no way was prepared for what happened next. I simply told him that there was no way I was going to explain what was happening in the stall, but that I needed several wet towels and I needed him to go ask my wife to come help me. I told him where we were sitting and he left. At that point, I think he was probably assuming that I had pissed just a bit in my pants or something similarly benign.

About two minutes later, my wife came into the bathroom not knowing what was wrong and with a certain amount of worry in her voice. I explained to her (still laughing and having trouble getting out words) that I had a slight accident and needed her help. Knowing that I had experienced some close calls in the past, she probably assumed that I had laid down a small turd or something and just needed to bring the car around so we could bolt immediately. Until I asked her, I’m sure she had no idea that she was about to go across the street and purchase me new underwear, new socks, new pants, a new shirt, and (by that time due to considerable leakage around the elastic ankles thingies) new sneakers. And she then started to laugh herself since I was still laughing. She began to ask for an explanation as to what had happened when I promised her that I would tell her later, but that I just needed to handle damage control for the time being. She left.

The manager then came back in with a half-dozen wet towels and a few dry ones. I asked him to also bring a mop and bucket upon which he assured me that they would clean up anything that needed to be cleaned. Without giving him specific details, I explained that what was going on in that stall that night was far in excess of what I would expect anyone to deal with, what with most of the folks working at Ryan’s making minimum wage of just slightly above. At that moment, I think it dawned on him exactly the gravity of the situation. Then that manager went so far above the call of duty that I will be eternally grateful for his actions. He hooked up a hose. Fortunately, commercial bathrooms are constructed with tile walls and tile floors and have a drain in the middle of the room in order to make clean up easy. Fortunately, I was in a commercial bathroom. He hooked up the hose to the spigot located under the sink as I began cleaning myself up with the wet towels.

Just as I was finishing, my wife got back with the new clothes and passed them into the stall, whereupon I stuffed the previously worn clothing into the plastic bag that came from the store, handing the bag to my wife. I finished cleaning myself off and carefully put on my new clothes, still stuck in the stall since I figured that it would be in bad taste to go out of the stall to get redressed, in the event I happened to be standing there naked and some little bastard kid walked in. At that point, I had only made a mess; I had not yet committed a felony and intended to keep it that way.

When I finished getting dressed, I picked up the hose and cleaned up the entire stall, washing down the remains toward the drain in the center of the room. I put down the hose and walked out of the bathroom. I had intended to go to the manager and thank him for all he had done, but when I walked out, three of the management staff were there to greet me with a standing ovation. I started laughing so hard that I thought I was going to throw up again, but managed to scurry out to the car where my wife was now waiting to pick me up by the front door.

The upshot of all this is that I strongly recommend eating dinner at Ryan’s Steak House. They have, by far, the nicest management staff of any restaurant in which I have eaten