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Well rammed Quim

By pre-op rugged outdoors type Quim Dexter

Posted December 03, 2015
Quim buys an HW90

Quim has a gas with his/her new lunch catcher, a .177 HW90.



I like things that recoil.

That copper who strolled into that public lavatory in Brighton while I was 'busy' being a good example.

The same applies to the air rifles I use to collect ingredients for my lunch.

Most airgunners know how easy and forgiving pre-charged pneumatics are in regards to harvesting quarry.

A completely dead firing cycle and the ability to fire off a bipod or resting on a hard surface adds up to a more humane approach to harvesting quarry.

Work out your aim points at different ranges, find the distance with a laser range finder and wallop!

Dinner is served.


TERRIFIC SATISFACTION
Trouble is, the recoil of a traditional spring piston rifle appeals greatly – it teaches consistent hold, breathing, trigger control and follow through (the simple act of continually holding the rifle on aim until the projectile strikes the target) and, because recoil has to be accepted and not fought, greatly improves the shooter's abilities and brings terrific satisfaction to a shot that's on target.

After the specialist had turned me down again for the op and I threatened to perform it on him with a Fairbairn–Sykes and no anaesthetic I was feeling down in the dumps.

Winter brought its bad weather crashing down on Luxulyan Valley and I needed cheering up.

After extensive research I had decided that a decent .177 springer was on the cards to get me match fit in the New Year.

I had pondered long and hard (ooh-err) over model choices and manufacturers and I found I was hankering after a Weihrauch (pronounced Vhy-rowk), a great German engineering firm whose rifles had become legendary over the years.

Trouble was, standards had slipped...

In straightened times the Friday-POETS-day rifle had become the norm.

Most people bought a gun and had to disassemble it themselves to clean up the internal mess, or send it to a tuning bod to get it sorted.

Well!

What a bloody liberty!

Fancy buying a car and having to take it to a mechanic before you can drive it away!

Cheek!

After further research, one model, developed in collaboration with a now defunct British manufacturer popped up over the internet gossip.

The HW90.


TX200 and HW90
Nice pair: Quim's V-Mach custom TX200 and (bottom) his/her new HW90. © Quim Dexter


RAM-RAIDER
The powerplant of the 90 is a gas ram.

Bit like the struts that hold your boot open on your motor, only it's much, much quicker in movement.

It functions like a spring but without the back/forwards millisecond flap that comes with the firing cycle of the springer.

It just nudges backwards.

And the internals have to be cleanly finished or everything gets buggered.

A lot of folks in the know reckoned it was a real unsung hero of the Weihrauch line-up.

It was also easy to work on – you de-gassed the strut, disassembled the rifle, replaced any worn seals and re-gassed to the correct pressure using a hand pump.

That was that!

I'm getting one of them beasties!


HW90 accuracy and power
Top shooting: Quim shows off the damage down the range. © Quim Dexter


PREP ON A NEW RIFLE
When I collected the beast, I'd brought a tin of RWS Superdomes just so I could have a little play unscoped at the gunshop.

The proprietor went out to the car park with me and I broke the barrel to cock it.

Unusual feel from the action, as you're not compressing a spring, but pressurising gas until the sear and safety engages.

You must apply a consistent force throughout the procedure.

I fed in a pellet and pointing the rifle at a high earth bank, slipped the safety off on the side of the trigger guard and took up the first stage of the Weihrauch's 'Elite' trigger.

I slipped the second stage, which was as crisp as Quentin, and the rifle gave a muted 'tock' and nudged my shoulder gently.

The shop owner was as impressed as I was!

"There's barely any noise at all!" he enthused as I handed him the rifle and he took a shot.

"Some performer!" he said delightedly (almost as good as Danny La Rue then) and agreed with me that the trigger was just as good as the famous 'Rekord' unit fitted to other Weihrauch rifles.

It was as understated as that backless black dress I wear for special occasions.

But I wasn't going to have to shave my back to use it.


HW90 grouping
Tight Quim: Nice grouping for a windy day, sir/madam! © Quim Dexter


ON GOES THE SCOPE
Home again, and I set about fitting an MTC 3-12x44 to the action using a Sportsmatch one-piece dampa mount.

Once I was satisfied that it wasn't canting and all Allen bolts were firmly nipped up, I turned my attention to the barrel and gave it a thorough pull-through.

I had heard that the anti-corrosion grease applied to a new rifle's barrel was laid on pretty thick and I'm glad I did!

Four patches worth of brown gunk later, it was sparkling clean and ready for lead.

Rangeward, darling!

But what a bleedin' awful day to set a rough zero.

Squally patches of drizzle blown by gusty winds averaging about 15-20 mph (24-32 km/h) made it a daft task, but I had to see what this rifle was like scoped up.


A FEW TWIDDLES
A few twiddles of the scope's elevation and windage had a decent zero at thirty yards (27.4 m).

The bloody wind kept the group sizes stupid, but when things calmed down it started to give a good account of itself.

Blimey, when I got the gist of the thing it ripped into 15-mm oil bottle tops and sent them flying into the next field over!

The ones I retrieved showed some evil damage, a tiny .177 round can impact on something so hard that it bored halfway through an almost solid lump of plastic.

Roll on the better weather!

This rifle's a good, solidly engineered beast.

It's going to be a good addition to the arsenal.

See you later bods, gotta flounce!

Quim Dexter.


QUIM'S ADDENDUM
Two days later, the weather finally packed it in and let me get on with some proper accuracy testing.

After trying H&N Field Target Trophy, Bisley Superfields and RWS Superdomes, it was the RWS ammo what won it, cutting the tightest groups and giving some hefty whack at 35 m.

I was so pleased I tiptoed over to some trees and ventilated a couple of squizzers for tea.

This rifle cuts it alright!


See also Quim by night, posted 3/11/15.


Quim Dexter
lives in a bender down Luxulyan Valley. If he met Bear Grylls, he'd "cook his innards and use the rest for a dress".


Top pic: Illustration by Ignatius Rake using original images by Quim Dexter.



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