A grenade machine gun?

I don’t want to own one, but I’d sure like to borrow one. Take that, and my old Ford Windstar (gone now, finally) out on the High Desert. :eek:

G’nite, Bear_Nenno :wink:

I thought that the Mk 19 fired high-pressure rounds; greater propellant load for longer range. The Mk 19 will chamber and fire the same 40mm rounds as the M203 but the M203 (and other “low pressure” 40mm launchers) can’t take the high-pressure rounds.

The M203 uses a high-low pressure system. It produces a very high pressure (Like 30,000psi), but most of it is bled off and only allows a small amount (like 3,000psi) to launch the round.

I had thought this bleed off of pressure was a result of the construction of the launcher itself. But a little quick reading seems to suggest it is a design in the Ammo, and not the launcher. So the rounds are a lot more different than I thought.

I think we have an answer to the exploding deer population problem. :wink:

That could be taken more than one way :dubious: I guess not all hunters are interested in trophies and meat.

Two questions:

  1. What is the maximum rate of fire of this weapon?

  2. What could it potentially be if you were to develop a multiple barrel gatling-type launcher?

Padeye:

Oh sweet Jeebus! It was a joke! :rolleyes:

Fuji: well, one site says 60 rpm, another says 300-400 rpm. The 60 rpm is probably the sustained rate of fire, that is, the rate of fire that the weapon can realistically sustain in combat without overheating, breaking, or blowing through the ammo supply so fast that whoever is using it is screwed.

The ammo is kind of bulky, precluding having too much of it ready to hand; plus, having too much of it close by may not be all that safe.

So a gatlin version, while theoretically possible, would probably not be practical, no matte rhow devastating it may be.

Either of you two, please explain to me the significance of ExTank’s and Padeye’s comments. Both of which I took as jokes, BTW.
Some kind of hunter code of honor, maybe?
The only reason I’d hunt would be for meat, and the stores (and Mc D’s) would have to be all out. :wink:

So…just for my curiousity…what would the MK 19-3 do to a deer? How about a rabbit?

:slight_smile:

a grouse?
a flock of seagulls?

(if you do know the answers, please also explain why you know the answers. Thanks.)

I’m writing Bethesda right now!

I don’t think it would be pretty. My cousin went rabbit hunting with a 12 gauge shotgun once, he said there wasn’t much left of the rabbit.

I might rather face a laser cannon than an Mk-19. If I get hit in the arm with a laser, I’m short an arm. If I get hit in the arm with a grenade, I’m hamburger.

I took them both as jokes too.

Extank said:
"I think we have an answer to the exploding deer population problem:

I don’t believe any pun was intended. He is talking about the ever increasing deer population problems that can be solved by hunting and tagging more deer. Areas that didn’t allow hunting, are now allowing deer hunting to help reduce the deer population.

Then Padeye just pointed out the use of the word “exploding”. As in “exploding deer”, not “exploding population”:
“That could be taken more than one way I guess not all hunters are interested in trophies and meat.”

LOL! He’s saying if you’re hunting with a MK19 and making the deer explode, you’re not interested in meat.

Reading ExTank’s follow-up, just makes me think he still didn’t notice his original unintentional pun, “exploding deer”. Without that in mind, he thought Padeye was on his case for saying he’d hunt with a MK19.

… That’s how I took it all.

That depends, of course, on if it hit the deer. It has the capability of penetrating the deer and exploding on the inside. There would be several large deer chunks and then just a lot of soupy mess. But, being an area weapon, it would more likely hit “near” the deer. Which has a less dramatic effect, but the deer is just as dead.

The Flock Of Seagulls would not be harmed at all, because they Ran, they Ran So Far Away, They Just Ran, They Couldn’t Get Away. :smiley: :cool:

No, Bear, I fully intended my comment to be taken more than one way, and thought my winky-smiley would adequately convey my tongue-in-cheekiness.

As a gun owner and a hunter, I guess I should have known that someone on the Straight Dope would castigate me for implying that I would blow up scads of deer with an “Assault Weapon,” but I hardly thought it would be Padeye.

Sooo… That’s an assault weapon.
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Whew!
(* incoming 20mm grenades)
And, the all important but often futile :wink:

It wasn’t meant as a slam ExTank but it was too good to pass up. America has room for all kinds of hunters. As Lenny so eloquently put it on The Simpsons, “we need assault weapons for today’s ‘super’ animals like the electic eel and the flying squirrel.”

If you have a good sense of humor check out http://www.thefrown.com/whitebreadblues/ All the animations are good but Varmint Country is my favorite. I told my wife that if she ever wondered what my buddies and I do when we go shooting it’s exactly like this.

mangeorge: I guess thast it’s just my skewed, irreverant, often inappropriate sense of humor to think that exploding deer might be somewhat amusing.

*Mrs. Gladys Suburbanite calls the local Animal Control Office and screams at them because the deer are coming down out of the hills and eating here azaleas. In fact, one is in her front yard AT THIS VERY INSTANT!. She wants them to “DO SOMETHING,” and she means “RIGHT NOW!” :mad:

An all-black HUMVEE come screeching around the corner, a crazed Animal Control Officer letting loose a 10 round burst of 40mm, High Explosives from his top-mounted Mk. 19. :eek:

Bambi looks up, but is frozen by the million-candlepower spotlight blazing into its eyes. Then the grenades impact, and all is fire and dust. The HUMVEE zooms away, the Animal Control Gunner laughing and screaming maniacally. :smiley:

When the smoke clears and the dust settles, Mrs. Gladys’ front yard looks like occupied France, circa 1918. There is nothing left of the deer, and little left of Mrs. Glady’s home, either. :eek:

Scorched, her robe in tatters, Mrs. Gladys drops what’s left of the telephone receiver, and keels over on her face. :confused: *

Now that’s the kind of civil service I could really get behind. :slight_smile:
[sub]uhm…did I mention that exploding Gladi could be funny, too?[/sub]