Two Genius Designs, Yet An Answer To A Non Problem!

-


The Dardick Pistol.  It uses a three sided round (tround) and the cylinder rotates the cartridge into the open top chamber.  (The bullet itself is normal, the cartridge three sided or a standard .38 held in a triangular plastic sleeve.  Both varieties were used).  Few moving parts, cheap, very reliable. This is the only magazine revolver that I know about. Not  needed at all for a world that is invested in standard firearms.  This is one of the cleverest mechanical solutions ever come up with.  Super rare.  A developing country should consider this sort of thing for their nascent firearms industry.  Works with pistol, carbine and rifle applications.  Could be used in an auto configuration should the necessity arise.  Matched in ingenuity by it's contemporary,


Gyrojet.  This is a sheet metal rocket launcher, cheap, smart, effective, but just not worth the trouble.  A few were used in Vietnam, but they did not perform well enough to be standard issue.  The butt holds a magazine of rockets which are fired by a hammer that hits the front of the cartridge, knocking it back onto a fixed firing pin.  The round overruns the hammer, cocking it as the next round is pushed into place from the spring-loaded magazine. It seems that the propellant cannot be developed to a state that rivals standard bullets. Two or three moving parts.   Again, this would be an excellent choice for a developing, or desperate, nation.  It is reported that firing one of these at night is an awesome experience. There seems to be an attempt to improve it, aka the Deathwind project.  Both these weapons are from the late fifties.  

The name is Bond, James Bond!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Two Angel Forms Were Seen To Glide

-
Image
’Twas on a lofty vase’s side, Where China’s gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, She saw; and purred applause. Still had she gazed; but ’midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide, The genii of the stream; Their scaly armour’s Tyrian hue Through richest purple to the view Betrayed a golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw; A whisker first and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretched in vain to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise? What cat’s averse to fish? Presumptuous maid! with looks intent Again she stretch’d, again she bent, Nor knew the gulf between. (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled) The slippery verge her feet beguiled, She tumbled headlong in. Eigh
Read more

Where In The World Is Billy D Bunny?

-
Image
''The plight of Davis Paul'' ''Dam you to Hades Billy! why are you setting fire to my Wardrobe with your Cigarette!!?''...you would hear on occasion some kind of verbal anger often from Davis - shouting out in abstract Frustration, 'just because Billy Thought Davis Pauls Clothes were lame'' oh yeah, Billy D was the Dude.........Davis put up with so much crap and nonsense from the rebellious Layabout - come would be antisocial super hero, ''the enabler''...Davis Paul was literally at the end of his tether..all those worrisome late nights... Davis would often shout at Billy, during one of Billy's Trash rampages, ''Aunt may never has this problem ever with peter parker !'' and then the rest of the time, Davis Paul wondering where Billy was? and what was Billy D up too? then after hours and hour of worrying,  Billy would just rock up - staggering through the Front door, Gladiator outfit on, covered
Read more

Two Sides Of The Same Coin

-
Image
 It was a lovely day in November.  At least Tom thought it was November, the air was crisp and cool and it felt Novemberish.  There were no calenders here, while he had a clock he rarely looked at it.  He never had to be anywhere at any particular time in any event, when he had to be somewhere he always showed up on time, if that's the word for it.  Anyway, it was a nice Fall day. Tom stood on his porch that surrounded the small field stone house, he could see and smell the smoke from his neighbor's fires, someone was cooking fish and the big cat was salivating.  Since he had had his coffee he wasn't hungry, but the fish really smelled enticing.  Odd, he thought, I haven't had meat since I got here.  When did I get here?  he thought to himself, I don't remember.  Maybe someplace in town sold meat, although he had never seen such a shop.  It didn't matter, what with the bread and potatoes and butter and honey he was never hungry.  Tom lit a cigarette
Read more