Mosins, and Enemy at the Gates

My initial exposure to the Mosin-Nagant rifle occurred when I saw the movie Enemy at the Gates a few years ago.  At that time, I didn’t know anything about Mosin-Nagants other than I had seen them for sale at ridiculously low prices in Big 5 sporting goods stores. I never took Big 5 as a serious gun store (I went there when I needed jogging shoes), nor did I think of Mosins as interesting rifles.  But Enemy at the Gates got my attention. It was very well done, starting with the opening scene when Vasily Zaitsev nailed a wolf with a Mosin, and progressing to the now famous “Can you shoot?” scene near the beginning of the movie.

Enemy at the Gates was set in Stalingrad.  I studied that battle. Stalingrad was one of the world’s epic struggles. Hitler sent two million men into Russia; fewer than 3,000 returned to Germany. Incredible and awesome stuff, and snipers played a key role in turning the tide for the Russians.


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I didn’t run out and buy a Mosin-Nagant after watching Enemy at the Gates, but the seed had been planted.  I also knew a bit about the history of modern sniping in the US military. I read a book a few years ago about Carlos Hathcock, our famous sniper of the Vietnam War (that book, incidentally, is awesome).

Available on Amazon, Marine Sniper is a great read.

So, fast forward, and my interest in rifles ultimately extended to the Mosin-Nagant. I purchased my first Mosin-Nagant (a round receiver Tula; more on that in a moment) and I was impressed with it. For $179, it was cheap fun.   I started reloading 7.62x54R ammo for the Mosin after I bought a couple of boxes of factory PRVI Partizan ammo.  The PRVI ammo was stupid hot, not very accurate, and I knew I could develop a better load than the factory stuff.   And I did, but that’s a story for another blog.

I told my shooting and riding buddies about my Mosin and how much fun I was having with it.   After listening to me babble on, my friends started buying Mosins, too.  One of those guys was my good buddy Paul up in Hollister.  Paul picked up a real nice hex-receivered Izzy (Ivhevsk was one of the two Russian arsenals that produced Mosin-Nagant rifles; my first Mosin was made by Tula, the Russian other arsenal).   Then, like most of us, Paul convinced himself one Mosin was not enough.  Paul wanted a round receiver (the other Mosin receiver configuration).

After picking up his second Mosin-Nagant, Paul shot an email to me explaining that he found a couple of holes on the left side of the receiver filled in with threaded plugs, and that the outside of the receiver over these holes had been welded and filed smooth. He had researched it and, to his great surprise, Paul learned that his Mosin had been a former sniper rifle. It seems that after World War II, the Russians refurbed these guns (including their sniper weapons), and they returned the snipers to a non-sniper configuration by welding in the receiver’s scope mounting holes.

Let me go tangential for a minute and explain how the Russians made sniper rifles during World War II.  Unlike us, the Russians did not build a sniper rifle from the ground up to be super accurate.  They built more than 17 million Mosins, and they test fired every one.  If a particular rifle was found to exceptionally accurate during their routine post-production test firing, it was marked to be a sniper rifle.  And my good buddy Paul scored one.

I thought that was beyond cool. An actual Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle.  It was Enemy at the Gates come home to roost.  I was happy for Paul finding such a great rifle, and I was jealous.  I thought that the entire Mosin thing was great…my getting into Mosins, Paul buying two Mosins based on my enthusiasm, and then finding out that one of his was a sniper rifle.

My interest was pumped, and remembering the scenes from Enemy at the Gates, I started looking for stuff on Vasily Zaitsev. That’s when I came upon these videos…

Enemy at the Gates certainly played up the Zaitsev-Koenig sniper duel, and so did The History Channel special. To hear it straight from the man himself (Vasily Zaitsev) it was just a chance encounter. Ah,Hollywood.

All the while this was going on, my interest in Mosins continued to develop. Just like Paul was convinced he needed a round receiver Mosin, I convinced myself I needed a hex receiver. Hey, at these prices, Mosin-Nagant rifles were like potato chips.  You couldn’t have just one.  So I found a 1935 hex receiver Izzy at Big 5 (Ivhevsk was the other Russian arsenal that built Mosins), I pulled out my credit card, I waited my obligatory People’s Republik of Kalifornia 10 days, and it was mine.  The bore on the new-to-me ’35 Izzy was about in the same condition as the 1940 rifle, which is to say it looked like it had been rode hard and put away wet.   Maybe I’m being too kind.  It looked like a sewer pipe.

Then, on a motorcycle ride through Big Bear, California, I stopped at their Big 5. Like most Big 5 stores, the kids that worked there didn’t know much about these rifles, and the one rifle they had on display looked pretty decrepit.  I asked the same question I always did when seeing a rifle on the sales rack, and they dutifully pulled out the other Mosins they had in their safe. To make a long story short, I found another 1935 hex receiver rifle with all matching numbers and I pulled the trigger (figuratively speaking) on that one, too.  Another 10 days went by and I made the trek back up to Big Bear to pick up my latest Pringle.

The next day I went to the range with all three of my Mosins – the first 1940 Tula, the second 1935 Izzy with a hex receiver, and my latest 1935 hex receiver Tula (the Big Bear rifle).  Of the three, I had previously only fired the 1940 Tula.

The Big Bear Mosin, waiting to surprise me.
Same rifle, different side…

I shot the first two Mosins, and they were good shooters.   Then I tried the Big Bear Tula, and at first, I thought the accuracy was terrible. My first shot was on the paper at 50 yards, but my second shot had missed the paper completely (that’s how it looked through the spotting scope). I fired a third round and that one was satisfyingly only about 3/8 of an inch away from the first.  I walked downrange to inspect the target, and wowee!

My first three sniper rifle shots…two went through one hole!

That second shot wasn’t off the paper…it went through the same hole as the first shot! Thinking that this was just a fluke, I fired another group of three shots, with similar results!  Wowee again! With open sights, this was iron sight accuracy I just wasn’t used to.  It was stellar.  Bear in mind these were the first shots I had put through this rifle. I was elated.

Knowing that this Tula was a shooter, I took the rifle apart later that day to give it a good cleaning. I noticed the little nicks and dings you see when you do this sort of thing, including what looked like painted over weld spatter on the left exterior of the receiver. Even though Paul had explained the findings on his sniper rifle to me, it never occurred to me what I was working with. I didn’t think about sniper rifles; I just thought that due to this particular rifle’s condition it probably saw action in World War II and the Russian refurb arsenal did the best they could to clean it up.  And I knew it was a shooter.  The thing was just flat accurate.  Amazingly so.

I snapped a bunch of photos when I reassembled the Tula, and here’s the money shot…

Lots of markings. The red arrows point to the sniper designation.  The star means the rifle was manufactured at the Tula arsenal.

I didn’t know what all the markings on it meant; I simply liked the photo and I posted it on one of the Mosin Internet forums.

Well, the Mosin forum lit up, and the comments started pouring in. The first one was a simple one-word comment:

Sniper.

Hmmm.  How do you know that, I posted, watching more comments pour in about my Mosin being a sniper.

It’s the markings that look like a C and an N, the forum dudes told me. One guy wrote “Look inside the receiver and you’ll see the two plugs on the left side…I know they’ll be there.”

Wow, before I even looked, it all came together for me. The weld spatter on the outside of the receiver. The overall condition of the rifle (rode hard, put away wet, definitely not pristine). I pulled the bolt back, looked inside, and there they were…the plugged holes where the sniper scope used to be. Awesome! I had hit the jackpot, just like Paul did!

So this whole Mosin Sniper thing really had my attention.  I poked around on the Internet a bit more and these photos showed up…

Roza Shanina

That’s Roza Shanina, “the unseen terror of East Prussia,” holding a Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle.   She’s credited with 59 kills during World War II. Her story is fascinating and would make for a great book.  It all sounds like a hell of a story.

You’ll notice there’s a scope on Roza Shanina’s rifle, which is what the sniper rifles had. The mount for it required two threaded holes on the receiver, the two holes the Russians plugged when they refurbed the rifles. The sniper rifles also had a longer, downturned bolt handle that allowed the shooter to work the bolt with the scope mounted. All very cool stuff. The Stephen Hunter novel references to a fictionalized Shanina are oblique and like most novels, some of the technical stuff is wrong.  But it’s a great read.

You can still buy Mosin-Nagant rifles, but the prices are climbing sharply and these rifles are not as readily available as they were just two or three years ago  That’s probably a good thing, because my credit card can stay hidden away in my wallet.  But I still like to look, and if I see a Mosin on the rack in any gun store, I’ll check the receiver for the sniper markings and the two weld plugs where the scope used to be.   I haven’t seen a single one since I scored mine, and that’s a satisfying feeling.


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An interesting NY Times video…

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I have mixed emotions on the topic…I’ve been to Sturgis a couple of times (once, on a Chinese motorcycle), I’ve been in Chinese factories, I’ve managed manufacturing facilities where I had to contend with labor costs, and I’ve owned a couple of Harley-Davidsons.   I guess if the answers were easy there wouldn’t be any discussion.

Destination: New Hope, Pennsylvania!

New Hope, Pennsylvania, from the iron bridge over the Delaware River. George Washington crossed the Delaware just a few miles from here.

Motorcycle Classics published my latest Destinations piece, this time on New Hope, Pennsylvania.  New Hope is a great destination in an historic place, and it’s a ride I used to do regularly back in the early ’70s on my CB750 Honda.  Good times, those were.   I recently made the trek again to write the story for MC, and the ride to New Hope through New Jersey’s rolling farmlands is as good as it ever was.  It’s a good read, and Motorcycle Classics is a great magazine.

I’ve been writing for Motorcycle Classics for 10 years now, and if you’d like to see the complete collection, here you go!  Joe Gresh, who is a much better writer than me, has been similarly widely published in Motorcyclist and other magazines, and if you would like to visit the grotto of great Gresh literature, here it is!

Slick’s Wheels and Suspension

4.2 inches of travel in front, 4.3 inches of rear suspension travel, and 12-inch wheels…this puppy can carve!

I thought I would add a few words today about the CSC City Slicker’s wheels and suspension.

First, the suspension. Slick’s front end has a conventional non-adjustable inverted front fork with 4.2 inches of travel, and the rear has a swingarm, pre-load-adjustable monoshock, arrangement with 4.3 inches of travel. Here are a couple of photos showing each:

The action up front…
Slick’s rear monoshock. It’s adjustable for preload by loosening and moving the locknuts.

The City Slicker’s suspension felt good to me, and the handling was razor-sharp. On prior internal combustion bikes from Zongshen (the RX3 and the TT250), we realized a handling improvement changing the fork oil from whatever the bikes shipped with to a 10W oil. The City Slicker did not feel to me like it needed this change.  The front suspension feels good right out of the box. The was no bottoming out, nor was there any topping out (when the forks fully extend). The rear suspension felt firmer to me than it needed to be, but I noticed the rear shock had been set with the spring preload adjustment in the middle of the monoshock’s adjustment range. There appears to be plenty of room for adjustment. This can be accomplished by using a spanner to unlock the locknuts and relax the spring a bit (this assumes the spring is already compressed a bit with the adjustment as delivered by the factory).  I haven’t tried this yet, but I will the next time I have an opportunity to do so.

The Slicker’s cockpit view on Route 66.

The wheels on the City Slicker are 12 inches in diameter, which is the same as most scooters, the Honda Grom, the CSC Mustang replicas, and the original Mustang motorcycles. On one of the many recent forums discussing the new City Slicker, a poster commented that 12-inch wheels are dangerous…you know, you might hit a pothole in the rain and get thrown from the bike.  I don’t think that should be a concern.  The truth is this: 12-inch wheels are a common design on smaller bikes and they make for incredibly quick handling. When I was on my 150cc CSC Mustang replica, I rediscovered what Walt Fulton proved back in the 1950s (more on that in a second).   My CSC 150 had 12-inch wheels (just like the original Mustangs) and it was awesome in the twisties.

Yours truly with my CSC-150 on Glendora Ridge Road. I rode that bike to Cabo San Lucas and back, but that’s a story for a future blog.

Glendora Ridge Road, up in the San Gabriel Mountains, is just few miles from my house. It’s a great road from many perspectives, not the least of which is a set of glorious twisties. It is my favorite ride, and I wrote a story about it for Motorcycle Classics magazine. The point that I’m getting to in my very roundabout way is this: When I was on Glendora Ridge Road on my 150cc Mustang, I could hang with any bike up there, and most other motorcycles of any displacement couldn’t catch me (other than on GRR’s very few short straights). In the corners, my little 150 was king.  It was all about wheel diameter and handling. You might not believe me, but there are more than a few riders I’ve met up there who know.  They’re not talking about it, but they know.  They’ve been humbled.

Walt Fulton breaking 100 mph on a Mustang back in the day…all on 12-inch diameter wheels!

So, back to Walt Fulton. He was a famous factory racer back in the 1950s who had lost his factory ride with another manufacturer. This was just before the Catalina Grand Prix, and Fulton did not have a ride. At the last minute, the Mustang Motor Corporation offered Fulton a factory spot, he accepted, and he nearly won on his 320cc, 12-inch-wheeled Mustang. Fulton passed 145 other riders on machines with up to four times the displacement (and, of course, larger wheels).

Fulton’s engine failed just a few miles from the finish, but he was on a tack to win that event. To make a long story just a little less long, the other factories complained to the Catalina Grand Prix organizers and delivered an ultimatum: Find a way to outlaw that damned Mustang next year, or we’re picking up our marbles and going home.  Whaddya know…there was a sudden change to the rules.  As Forrest Gump might say, just like that no one could race with wheels smaller than 16 inches.  Yup.  It happens.

The bottom line here is this: Slick’s 12-inch wheels make for extremely crisp handling. If you’ve never ridden a bike with 12-inch wheels, you really need to try one. I’ve found the handling is sharper than anything I’ve ever experienced.

Joe Gresh’s motorcycles…

A 1975 Z900 Kawi, a future Joe Gresh project that sort of came with Tinfiny Ranch…

One of the coolest parts of visiting Tinfiny Ranch was seeing Joe Gresh’s motorcycles.  He sure has interesting toys and great project work lined up.  My favorites are his 360 Yamaha and the Z900 Kawi.  Joe tells the story better than I can, so here you go…

New Mexico!

Photo ops abound in New Mexico. They have at least four different license plate themes. It’s cool.

Wow, we are enjoying our travels here in the Land of Enchantment.   Every where we’ve been, the roads have been awesome and the photo ops have been amazing.

Yesterday we were up near the Colorado border in the little town of Aztec, New Mexico, and we came across a National Park Service Native American ruins site.  I never heard of Aztec, I certainly never heard of the ruins there, and the roads were amazing.  We stopped for a few photos, and then it was on to Colorado.

A kiva, a large multipurpose room. It was cool.
A storm on the horizon…
As we viewed the ruins, thunder boomed. It added to the mood. It was a great stop. Sometimes the unplanned ones are the best.
The view through an ancient Native American door.

Mesa Verde is coming up next, but that’s a topic for another blog.

More cool stuff…it seems my friend Dan the K is planning a trip to the northwest territories on his 250cc RX3, I invited myself along, and Dan told me that’s great.   It looks like Gresh may ride with us for at least part of the run, too.   All adventure motorcycle tours are great; I believe the ones on 250cc bikes are even more so.   We’ll include you in the planning for this ride, and you’ll be able to read all about it on the ExhaustNotes.us blog.

Stay tuned!

The Merry Tiller

Tinfiny Acres came completely furnished with a junkyard. There were motorhomes, cars, boats and motorcycles lying about the place, all in a shocked state of disbelief. When the previous owner died it was like a plug had been pulled, freezing the many projects in situ. I’ve been cleaning up for a few years now yet still the twisted piles of scrap metal and softly rotting sheets of oriented strand board found on Tinfiny’s extensive grounds yield surprise and enchantment.

I was working on a two-Harbor-Freight-trailer-load of broken fiberglass garage doors that had been squatted by a company of freeloading pack rats when I first uncovered the Merry Tiller. Previously, I had seen parts of the thing, the handlebars, maybe a transport wheel and had caught a flash of chrome between the thicket of brush that had found much success around this particular pile of trash. But now the full tiller was exposed to daylight.

The Merry Tiller

And what a tiller it was. The first thing I thought was, “That’s a nice chaincase.” Long and thin with an oil filler hole two-thirds the way up the case there was no comparison to the clunky, surface-floating drives found on lesser tillers. No, this chaincase was made to knife through plowed earth like a long board skeg grooving down a mountainous wave. This chaincase has soul, my brothers.

The real deal: Briggs & Stratton!

The Merry Tiller is configured engine-over which places the fulcrum directly over the digging tines. This set up allows minor weight shifts at the controls to precisely control forward motion. Sporting a 5-horsepower Briggs & Stratton powerplant this tiller should be able to plow granite, slowed only by the drag bar’s deep bite into the soil.

The engine is a real Briggs & Stratton, the one with the straight carburetor and the diaphragm, crankcase-pressure-operated mini-dip tank inside the gas tank. On the left side is a huge reduction pulley and belt-tension clutch assembly. The frame consists of two heavy angle iron sections bolted together at fortuitous locations.

My Merry Tiller…a mechanical masterpiece!

Having said the above, I’ve never actually started the Merry Tiller. I’ve got a bit more debris to move in order to wheel the tiller out into the open The thing is a classic and might be worth more money in its barn-find trash pile. Maybe I could hire a few archeologists to remove the ground surrounding the Merry Tiller and ship it complete to the new owner.

Who am I kidding?  Unconsciously I have shouldered Tinfiny Ranch’s legacy to the world. His projects have become intermixed with my projects. I can’t tell which project belongs to whom. I’ll never sell the Merry Tiller. It’s like a vintage Barbie doll in her original, unmolested packaging, except this one is gas-powered.

On the border…

You ask Why.  I ask Why not?

A mural in Why.
More Why art.

Whoa, it’s toasty…as in 112 degrees Fahrenheit.  The folks out here are complaining about the humidity, but it feels dry as a bone to me.  Certainly less humidity than we’re getting in So Cal, and way, way less than in other parts of the US.   The drill today was Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, Ajo, and Why, Arizona (Ajo means garlic in Spanish, in case you were wondering, but I didn’t see a single one).

We were right on the border in Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, and we opted for  the 21-mile dirt road loop into the Ajo Mountains.

Awesome. South of Ajo, south of Why, and right on the border.
One mile. I didn’t to go any further because I didn’t know if I’d be able to turn around.
Yep. The real deal.
The star of the show, the Organ Pipe cactus. They grow here and no place else on Earth.
Our route….a 21-mile round trip through the Ajo Mountains. It was beautiful.

After the ride through Organ Pipe, we settled into Ajo for the evening.   It’s a cool place, even though it’s still 109 outside.

They like murals in Arizona. It’s a photographer’s paradise.

And that’s it for tonight. I noticed there were a couple of questions and comments on the ebikes (thanks very much for posting those). I’ll do my best to get answers for you.

Favored moto forums…

Ah, the motorcycle forums.   Truths, half-truths, and outright lies.  When I worked for CSC, I used to watch the forums regularly for people who posted about CSC so I could answer honest questions and take on the trolls.  After doing that for 10 years, I concluded there are a few mean-spirited people posting stuff on the Internet who don’t have a clue (I wrote an entire chapter about that in 5000 Miles at 8000 RPM).   It didn’t take a full 10 years to reach that conclusion, though.  It took about 10 minutes.

Having said that, there are three forums I enjoy visiting, and here they are.

ADVRider.com.  This is the first forum I ever read. There are more than a few folks there who are full of what drops from the southern end of a northbound horse, but there are a lot more who are knowledgeable and helpful. My screen name on ADVRider is Gatling. If I had it to do over again, I would use my real name, but I chose Gatling several years ago (mostly because I wrote a book about the Gatling gun).  My favorite threads are the Shiny Things thread, the Thumpers thread, and the Electric Motorcycles thread.

Chinariders.net.  ChinaRiders is a much smaller forum focused on Chinese motorcycles.  Yeah, there have been a few yahoos on that forum (as is the case on all forums), but the ChinaRider monitors do a good job and the flakes don’t last long. My screen name on ChinaRiders is CSCDude. I picked that name when I was working for CSC. If I had it to do over, I’d use my own name.

ElectricMotorcycleForum.com.  My newest favorite forum is appropriately titled ElectricMotorcycleForum.com.  It’s also a small forum, but it’s picking up speed and I like the place. It’s a good source of information on all kinds of things related to electric motorcycles. My screen name on that one is Joe Berk.

If you have a favorite forum and you’d like to suggest it, please include it as a comment to this post.  We’d like to know about it.