As a member of the NRA, I happy that Hornady is s supporter of the NRA. I have a Marlin Model 336W 30-30 rifle. I will look forward to buying Hornady 30-30 rifle ammunition.
Well done! Great video Loved to old business card with the 4 digit number. Years ago I knew a guy that lived in a old home and the fuse box listed a 3 digit phone number. Reloaders all want the bullet for 300 blk subs to be a component. 😉 Just thought I would pass that on.😎
. Mildly perplexing this file has not had 25 million views in review of this great American company. I gladly vouch for Hornady quality & commitment. Several years ago, at Adair in Yuma, Arizona was invited to a casual, 600 yard bipod club shoot, during a week of ammunition evaluation for a silhouette rifle, over the course to 1,000 yds. It had been my father's silhouette rifle - a Remington Model 700 action, in .308, with a Bill Dougal custom, stainless, heavy match barrel - a half MOA rifle, with the 'secret sauce' load they together had finely tailored for the gun - (hint, there was no jump to the lands & grooves). Dad had founded the Metallic Silhouette Division of the Michigan Rifle & Pistol Association, having been a scrap yard owner & operator in Detroit - nicely positioned & able to judiciously survey available sources of armor plate scrap for the rams, pigs & turkeys, repurposed from the various military contracts, among the auto & engineering companies, in the heyday of Detroit's manufacturing prowess. Many a joyful weekend had been expended at Camp Grayling by Michigan shooters, clanging away over the course, including myself, brothers & father, in fraternal offhand competition, before the indestructible metallic targets Dad had facilitated. In retirement, Dad had intended to spend some time in the American Southwest, on the long ranges, shooting in the relative shirt-sleeve comfort of the arid desert. Without question, he was the most knowledgeable firearms expert I am likely to ever know, an expert rifleman, father, husband to one wife, companion to all & gentleman. Some years ago, with a moment's pause in life, 12 years after his passing, I felt the time was right, to follow through on Dad's intention, and had passed an enjoyable week in 2014, with just me and the rifle, and the whole range to myself at Adair - For The Entire Week - working from 200 yards, incrementally on back, to 300, 400, 500, 600, 800, & the thousand yard line, with several varieties of commercial loads, logging the fired data on my towel-draped laptop for each load, in the dusty Colorado River silt of Yuma, driving down to paste the targets over & over and parking conveniently each time right behind my shooting station, upon return. Finding my spotting optics wanting in the conditions, from the 1,000 yard line on the Friday, I had the luxury of driving down to call each shot - which became a moment of affirmation, as it turned out. The thousand yard line was literally right next to a public road, and upon return from the target butts, I found a kindly sportsman in his pickup truck, standing watch over the rifle, which I preferred not to move each time I fired, to then go down with tape, to measure & paste. "You're a trusting soul." "Thank you, Sir. I was loath to move the rifle. I appreciate your kindness." "God bless." "And you Sir." Occasionally, ricochets would auger in between 200 & 300 yards from the law enforcement range immediately abeam to the west, over the left side berm, occasioning one or two polite conversations with some accommodating Border Patrol crews, about optimizing downrange angle of shooting at their metallic, man-form silhouettes. It may be, one might could find oneself mildly nonplussed, while standing in conversation on the 200 yard line, and observing whining impacts in the dust to the rear, between you & the 300 yard line. Granted, it is a big sky. But still. Take away was, in .308 at 800 yards or longer, at least a 168 gr. bullet or heavier, would keep the speed up, to hold supersonic past the paper, keeping projectile stabilized, spinning, on line & accurate. I enjoyed observing some of the keyholing on the lighter bullets at that distance. There was no point to trying them at 1,000. At any rate, the timing of the match invitation could not have been more apt, after a week of respectful diligence, honoring my father's highly capable platform - and legacy really - and I gratefully accepted, though knowing I would have to scrounge for something serviceable for match ammunition. Sprague's Sporting Goods in Yuma, [ an actual sporting goods store, including an excellent selection of spotting scopes ;o) ] had stocked some Hornady A-MAX, polymer-tipped, 168 grain, 2,700 fps Match ammunition which I quickly realized was as close as I was likely to come, in the moment, to serviceable match ammo, for the Sunday shoot. At a dollar a round, a box was purchased, and 5 boxes reserved. Saturday, from the 1,000 yard line proved, the Hornady A-MAX to be up to the task. I could tell my previous 600 yard zeroes, could quickly be tweaked for the A-MAX during sighters in next day's shoot and went back to secure the rest of the reserved stock at Sprague's. The gunsmith there had just built his own .338 Lapua but had never been back at 1,000 yards, and naturally wanted a zero there, so with the help of his Army buddy, we three met out to Adair, with his former Delta Army friend, on open cell phone in the butts, and me spotting from the line for him, while calling for target service. I suggested the technique of shooting at the dirt to see his impact first and adjust from there and we quickly got him in the black on the paper above, to his delighted, fist pumping satisfaction. Imagine building your own rifle from the lathe up, and hovering in the black on the first outing from 1,000 yards. Truly, what can't be accomplished by an American? Or better yet, a citizen team of Americans? With the Hornady factory A-MAX in hand, sufficient match ammo for the 60 round prone course of fire, including sighters & any potential shootoffs, meant the only thing left to do was to shoot it. Sunday morning, 14 December 2014, in Yuma saw from from 9 to noon, temperatures of 65-70 F, calm to 7 mph, 2 to 3 o'clock, half to full value east winds, 30.08 inches of mercury and 59% humidity - just about standard conditions, an ideal finish to a memorable week. Remembering some of the old competitive lessons anew, after a week of solitary refresher & reflection, it seems one can muster a rhythm in the puffs of wind, holding slightly more right, slightly low, slightly left slightly above the last shot's spotter and so on, to hover in ever-decreasing brackets of the center X. As I inspect the F-Class target at this writing, some 8 years hence now, it's 6" X-Ring and 12" 10-Ring follow the customary - one MOA for wind and half MOA for execution - tolerances that admit of human pursuit of the perfect score, in this case 600 - 60X from 600 yards. A 550 - 6X, third place finish, with my father's gun, averaging about a 92 per 10 round string, was a welcome exclamation point, to the blessing of an unfettered week of earnest marksmanship, which surely would not have been possible, if the Hornady family and their distinguished company had not performed the courteous, meticulous labor of putting sub-MOA angle cartridges on the shelf across this great country, for fathers & sons to bring to the line in ready confidence, as their forebears had, before them. With our family's compliments to yours. Thank you Hornady. . Post Script. To conclude the Sunday & the week - match concluded - went next door to the Adair Metallic Silhouette Range to sound the dulcet tones of the 500 meter Ram offhand. After several clangs, I judged my father's purpose then fully consummated, just as a bench rest, Barrett .50 cal took up residence next door to my back, on the right, with its standard, sonorous, muzzle brake. I considered it good company and lingered, sending some more A-MAX clanging downrange, as an additional test of offhand focus, with .50 cal muzzle blast abeam me fairly roaring its lateral waves under the sheet metal overhead. 'Murca. .
It echos a lot of guys from the greatest generation. Vern Speer, Dick Lee and Rockchucker (RCBS) as well. The younger generations aren't cut from the same cloth.
IF THAT WERE TRUE THAN WHY IS IT THAT GUNBROKER IS THE ONLY PLACE TO BUY AMMO AT A VERY VERY VERY HIGH PRICE , SOME ONE IS MAKING A LOT OF MONEY I MEAN YOU CAN MAKE THE SAME MONEY OF A FULL YEARS OF AMMO SOLD IN 3 MONTHS IMAGINE THAT, THAT MEANS ONE WOOD BRING IN 4 TIMES THE MONEY IN ONE YEAR ,, WOW THAT GREAT
First box of ammo I ever bought for my savage axis 30 06 was Hornady superformance love the history and can really get behind strong roots
A great history and a company with excellent products.
As a member of the NRA, I happy that Hornady is s supporter of the NRA. I have a Marlin Model 336W 30-30 rifle. I will look forward to buying Hornady 30-30 rifle ammunition.
Best educational video ive seen in years about the history of a awesome company!!
Good video, thanks for all your company does for Patriots!
2 years later ...
Best Ammunition out there hands down
Excellent video! So cool to learn about the history of the company. Love you Hornady!
I only use Hornady in my riffle. It gives me one shot every time, that's all I need.
Our rifles love Hornady bullets and ammunition too.
@@hornady i bet. When I eat I want the best too, that's just the way I roll (that's why I'm round, so I can roll better).
Hornady is the best, and I carry it every day. I trust my life with it.
I feed all of my weapons only the best..Hornady!
i always trust hornady ammunition. And I support their views when it comes to the 2A industry.
Love the Ammo never a miss.
Thanks! Keep sending it down range!
I live in NY and I'm glad they told NY to suck-it and I gladly drive to PA to buy it!!!! Thank you
Wonderful vid concerning the older footage....
Thumbs up on paying employee bonuses with 2$ bills!
I trust my life to Hornady
Well done!
Great video
Loved to old business card with the 4 digit number.
Years ago I knew a guy that lived in a old home and the fuse box listed a 3 digit phone number.
Reloaders all want the bullet for 300 blk subs to be a component. 😉
Just thought I would pass that on.😎
.
Mildly perplexing this file has not had
25 million views in review of this great
American company.
I gladly vouch for Hornady quality & commitment.
Several years ago, at Adair in Yuma, Arizona
was invited to a casual, 600 yard bipod club shoot,
during a week of ammunition evaluation
for a silhouette rifle,
over the course to 1,000 yds.
It had been my father's silhouette rifle -
a Remington Model 700 action, in .308, with
a Bill Dougal custom, stainless, heavy match barrel -
a half MOA rifle, with the 'secret sauce' load
they together had finely tailored for the gun -
(hint, there was no jump to the lands & grooves).
Dad had founded the Metallic Silhouette Division
of the Michigan Rifle & Pistol Association,
having been a scrap yard owner & operator
in Detroit - nicely positioned & able to
judiciously survey available sources of
armor plate scrap for the rams, pigs & turkeys,
repurposed from the various military contracts,
among the auto & engineering companies,
in the heyday of Detroit's manufacturing prowess.
Many a joyful weekend had been expended
at Camp Grayling by Michigan shooters,
clanging away over the course,
including myself, brothers & father,
in fraternal offhand competition,
before the indestructible metallic targets
Dad had facilitated.
In retirement, Dad had intended to spend some time
in the American Southwest, on the long ranges,
shooting in the relative shirt-sleeve comfort
of the arid desert.
Without question, he was the most knowledgeable
firearms expert I am likely to ever know,
an expert rifleman, father, husband to one wife,
companion to all & gentleman.
Some years ago, with a moment's pause in life,
12 years after his passing,
I felt the time was right,
to follow through on Dad's intention,
and had passed an enjoyable week in 2014,
with just me and the rifle,
and the whole range to myself at Adair -
For The Entire Week -
working from 200 yards, incrementally on back,
to 300, 400, 500, 600, 800, & the thousand yard line,
with several varieties of commercial loads,
logging the fired data on my towel-draped laptop for each load,
in the dusty Colorado River silt of Yuma,
driving down to paste the targets over & over
and parking conveniently each time
right behind my shooting station,
upon return.
Finding my spotting optics wanting in the conditions,
from the 1,000 yard line on the Friday,
I had the luxury of driving down to call each shot -
which became a moment of affirmation,
as it turned out.
The thousand yard line was literally right next to
a public road, and upon return from the target butts,
I found a kindly sportsman in his pickup truck,
standing watch over the rifle,
which I preferred not to move each time I fired,
to then go down with tape, to measure & paste.
"You're a trusting soul."
"Thank you, Sir. I was loath to move the rifle.
I appreciate your kindness."
"God bless."
"And you Sir."
Occasionally, ricochets would auger in between
200 & 300 yards from the law enforcement range
immediately abeam to the west,
over the left side berm,
occasioning one or two polite conversations
with some accommodating Border Patrol crews,
about optimizing downrange angle of shooting
at their metallic, man-form silhouettes.
It may be, one might could find oneself
mildly nonplussed,
while standing in conversation on the 200 yard line,
and observing whining impacts in the dust to the rear,
between you & the 300 yard line.
Granted, it is a big sky.
But still.
Take away was, in .308 at 800 yards or longer,
at least a 168 gr. bullet or heavier,
would keep the speed up,
to hold supersonic past the paper,
keeping projectile stabilized,
spinning, on line & accurate.
I enjoyed observing some of the keyholing
on the lighter bullets at that distance.
There was no point to trying them at 1,000.
At any rate, the timing of the match invitation
could not have been more apt,
after a week of respectful diligence,
honoring my father's highly capable platform -
and legacy really -
and I gratefully accepted,
though knowing I would have to scrounge
for something serviceable for match ammunition.
Sprague's Sporting Goods in Yuma,
[ an actual sporting goods store,
including an excellent selection of spotting scopes ;o) ]
had stocked some Hornady A-MAX,
polymer-tipped, 168 grain, 2,700 fps Match ammunition
which I quickly realized was as close as I was likely to come,
in the moment, to serviceable match ammo,
for the Sunday shoot.
At a dollar a round, a box was purchased,
and 5 boxes reserved.
Saturday, from the 1,000 yard line proved,
the Hornady A-MAX to be up to the task.
I could tell my previous 600 yard zeroes,
could quickly be tweaked for the A-MAX
during sighters in next day's shoot
and went back to secure the rest of
the reserved stock at Sprague's.
The gunsmith there had just built his own .338 Lapua
but had never been back at 1,000 yards,
and naturally wanted a zero there,
so with the help of his Army buddy,
we three met out to Adair,
with his former Delta Army friend,
on open cell phone in the butts,
and me spotting from the line for him,
while calling for target service.
I suggested the technique of shooting at the dirt
to see his impact first and adjust from there
and we quickly got him in the black on the paper above,
to his delighted, fist pumping satisfaction.
Imagine building your own rifle from the lathe up,
and hovering in the black on the first outing
from 1,000 yards.
Truly, what can't be accomplished by an American?
Or better yet, a citizen team of Americans?
With the Hornady factory A-MAX in hand,
sufficient match ammo for the 60 round
prone course of fire,
including sighters & any potential shootoffs,
meant the only thing left to do was to shoot it.
Sunday morning, 14 December 2014, in Yuma
saw from from 9 to noon, temperatures of 65-70 F,
calm to 7 mph, 2 to 3 o'clock, half to full value east winds,
30.08 inches of mercury and 59% humidity -
just about standard conditions,
an ideal finish to a memorable week.
Remembering some of the old competitive lessons anew,
after a week of solitary refresher & reflection,
it seems one can muster a rhythm
in the puffs of wind,
holding slightly more right,
slightly low,
slightly left
slightly above the last shot's spotter
and so on,
to hover in ever-decreasing
brackets of the center X.
As I inspect the F-Class target at this writing,
some 8 years hence now,
it's 6" X-Ring and 12" 10-Ring follow the customary -
one MOA for wind and half MOA for execution -
tolerances that admit of human pursuit
of the perfect score,
in this case 600 - 60X from 600 yards.
A 550 - 6X, third place finish, with my father's gun,
averaging about a 92 per 10 round string,
was a welcome exclamation point,
to the blessing of an unfettered week
of earnest marksmanship,
which surely would not have been possible,
if the Hornady family and their distinguished company
had not performed the courteous, meticulous labor
of putting sub-MOA angle cartridges on the shelf
across this great country,
for fathers & sons
to bring to the line in ready confidence,
as their forebears had,
before them.
With our family's compliments to yours.
Thank you Hornady.
.
Post Script.
To conclude the Sunday & the week -
match concluded - went next door
to the Adair Metallic Silhouette Range
to sound the dulcet tones
of the 500 meter Ram offhand.
After several clangs, I judged my father's
purpose then fully consummated,
just as a bench rest, Barrett .50 cal
took up residence next door to my back,
on the right, with its standard,
sonorous, muzzle brake.
I considered it good company and lingered,
sending some more A-MAX clanging downrange,
as an additional test of offhand focus,
with .50 cal muzzle blast abeam me
fairly roaring its lateral waves
under the sheet metal overhead.
'Murca.
.
My favorite ammunition!
Joyce Hornady's reasons for getting into the business echoes that of legendary gun maker Roy Weatherby.
It echos a lot of guys from the greatest generation. Vern Speer, Dick Lee and Rockchucker (RCBS) as well. The younger generations aren't cut from the same cloth.
@@enjoyingthedecline1801 So, so, sooooo true... ^~^
Norma ammo is right on there up there for rifle ammo can't beat it .
Team Hornady!
The best you can get for ammo
I use nothing but Hornady bullets!
a boy's gotta grow up tough with a name like Joyce
Cool
Cool video but look at 1:38 shoots a crow with someone driving in the background.
30 degrees is all you need
Creedmoor then the PRC cartridges
Desde España podía haber subtítulos en castellano.
I only shoot Hornady that's it nothing comes close
Leaverevalution is an awesome bullit
Its all I use.
"I make bullet" - Joyce Hornady
I wonder how the covid-19 is affecting hornady these days?
With everyone hoarding ammo again, they are doing just fine.
@@panzer5033 🤣😂
IF THAT WERE TRUE THAN WHY IS IT THAT GUNBROKER IS THE ONLY PLACE TO BUY AMMO AT A VERY VERY VERY HIGH PRICE , SOME ONE IS MAKING A LOT OF MONEY I MEAN YOU CAN MAKE THE SAME MONEY OF A FULL YEARS OF AMMO SOLD IN 3 MONTHS IMAGINE THAT, THAT MEANS ONE WOOD BRING IN 4 TIMES THE MONEY IN ONE YEAR ,, WOW THAT GREAT