On a recent trip to Kenya we had these park rangers providing security at our outdoor lunch. 

That's pretty cool.  Good to see the Jungle Carbine still in the field.  I had one for years but finally sold it.  It had a tremendous recoil and was a PITA to shoot, so I finally sold it to a pal with a higher tolerance for pain.

 

Are these fellows providing security against four legged animal predators or the kind with 2 legs and AK-47s?

 

Regards,

Charlie

7 hours ago, Charlie Flick said:

That's pretty cool.  Good to see the Jungle Carbine still in the field.  I had one for years but finally sold it.  It had a tremendous recoil and was a PITA to shoot, so I finally sold it to a pal with a higher tolerance for pain.

 

Are these fellows providing security against four legged animal predators or the kind with 2 legs and AK-47s?

 

Regards,

Charlie

4 legged. The 2 legged variety remained in Nairobi.

One of my friend's father had one, this being in early 1979, I recognized it straight away from my military books,  so my friend showed it to me, it was of course unloaded, his Father apparently used it for hunting. It was literally thee very first time I even touched a real weapon, I got to working the bolt on it and I jammed it somehow  like half way, to this day when I think about it I still don't know why it happened, my friend couldn't un jam it either LOL, we both got in trouble when his Father came home and had to tell him LOL LOL

12 hours ago, patches said:

One of my friend's father had one, this being in early 1979, I recognized it straight away from my military books,  so my friend showed it to me, it was of course unloaded, his Father apparently used it for hunting. It was literally thee very first time I even touched a real weapon, I got to working the bolt on it and I jammed it somehow  like half way, to this day when I think about it I still don't know why it happened, my friend couldn't un jam it either LOL, we both got in trouble when his Father came home and had to tell him LOL LOL

My grandparents had a farm in W/Pa. They had one that sat behind a door in one of the rooms were weren’t supposed to go in. Naturally as young boys we snuck in there often to admire it and try and guess where it came from. It was unlike any rifle we had ever seen.