As if they needed any introduction :-) But in case you missed meeting this great family, we would love you to see their amazing talent!
Meet Jerry Miculek, Lena Miculek, Kay and the rest of the family.
Fiocchi proudly sponsors them. They are full time professional competitors national and international competitions. They have been dominating the 3-Gun circuit the past several years.
Jerry’s Facebook page has 390,000 likes. His youtube videos range from 400,000 to 1.2 million hits each. He has filmed for many tv series and this year the family has their own reality TV series:: “Shootout Lane”.
Mike Landers wrote an amazing article on them on “Recoil Magazine”, photos by Henry Z. De Kuyper:
The First Family of Shooting
Despite Being the Reigning Dynasty in Competition Shooting, Jerry, Kay, and Lena Miculek Remain as Humble and Enthusiastic as They Were the First Day on the Range. Competition Has also Brought the Family Even Closer, Giving Credence to the Sentiment That the Family Who Shoots Together Stays Together.
Few names in the world of competitive shooting draw the admiration, reverence, and respect as Miculek. In our world this family is royalty, and seeing that surname on the list of competitors for a shooting event is akin to seeing “Andretti” at an IndyCar race lineup, “Manning” on a football team’s roster, or “Gracie” on an MMA fight card. The Miculeks come to win, and they always win. Perhaps that’s overstating it a tad bit, as on any given day anyone can win or lose out on the range, but if you had to go with the odds, they are your best bet at easy money.
Jerry Miculek, the patriarch of the clan, needs no introduction. For evidence of his unparalleled greatness and consistency, one need only know that he’s won the International Revolver Championship — 20 years in a row. That’s two decades. He’s simply the best in the world, and his other accomplishments read like a bucket list of titles for any aspiring shooter. Kay Miculek’s résumé is just as impressive, as she is one of the best competition shooters to ever pull a trigger. And then there’s their daughter, Lena. Beginning a competitive career at the tender age of 8, this 17-year-old has already etched her name on championship plaques at the 3-Gun Nation shoot-off in Vegas during the 2013 SHOT Show and at the 2012 IPSC Shotgun World Shoot (Standard Division). More recently she earned second place at the 2013 Superstition Mountain Mystery 3-Gun match in the Ladies Tactical Optics Division and was also High Junior. What’s that saying about the falling apple and the tree?
“I’m not sure how old she was, but we were at a restaurant and Lena asked the waitress for a ‘reload’ on her drink. We knew she was a shooter early on,” quips proud mom Kay, as we chatted at the Rio Salado Sportsman Club Range during this year’s Superstition Mountain competition. (It should be noted that Jerry took top honors as the Match Champion and High Senior, and Kay won the Women’s Open Division.)
While the family’s accomplishments on the range are the stuff of legend, they pale in comparison to their values as a family and their roles as ambassadors to the shooting sports off the range. Being the best doesn’t always draw friendships, but the Miculeks possess that rare ability of being liked as much as they are respected. Jerry’s Louisiana drawl shines through in conversation and, as cliché as it sounds, he is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. Kay and Lena are as well, and the family’s achievements coupled with their personable nature represent the diversity that exists among firearms owners and enthusiasts in this country today.
RECOIL Magazine: What drew you into the world of firearms enthusiasm?
Jerry Miculek: I was the only gun nut in my family, and hunting is what brought me in, really. When hunting season shut down, my friends and I would look at each other like, “Well, how are we gonna make noise now?” [Laughs.] We spent a lot of time with .22 rifles when I was coming up and then I started reading about the old exhibition shooter Ed McGivern, and I just wanted to learn to shoot a revolver well. My buddy who I used to shoot with all the time when we were young started buying revolvers, and we began playing around with Ed’s techniques. It was a lot of fun. I ended up meeting a guy from Arizona who was working in our area doing construction, and he was a pistol enthusiast who had been shooting in matches in Arizona. I saw him shooting steel on a stick with a 1911 and thought, “Man, it don’t get no better than this!” I started running a 1911 and just kept going.
Kay Miculek: My father was a gunsmith and a competition shooter so I was raised around it, which piqued my interest. Jerry and I actually met when he came up to practice with my brother, and I guess we dated at matches ever since. [Laughs.]
Lena Miculek: Of course my parents introduced me to shooting. It’s just a way of life for our family. We’re like any other family. Except when we do laundry, we find bullets in the washing machine and make little piles. [Laughs.]
But what does the Miculek family have to say about Fiocchi?
Kay..."You can always count on challenging long range rifle shots at the Superstition Mystery Mountain 3-Gun and this year was no exception. My total confidence in the accuracy of my Fiocchi Exacta Match 69 grain loads enabled me to easily meet these challenges and resulted in my highest stage score, a 7th place overall finish on Stage 8 in the Open Divsion."
Lena..."I credit my 2nd place overall finish on Stage 10 to my pull away performance with my shotgun, especially on the long range steel slug targets. The light recoil and accuracy of the Fiocchi 7/8 ounce slug makes it my favorite."
Jerry..."This was probably one of the most demanding matches of the year, with high disaster factors everywhere. With winning and losing determined by seconds, the last thing I want to worry about is my ammo. With Fiocchi shotshells in my shooting bag, I can count on a flawless match."
And what is the Miculek family have going on in this moment?
Our Spotlight Range of today is "Cardinal Shooting Center"
If you are around Ohio, considering to move there, or just travelling for work or fun, you will enjoy a little visit there!
You can find all the contact and info you need on them in our Fiocchi Ranges Section in the "Cardinal Shooting Center" dedicated contact page.
Or you can visit the facebook page of the range by clicking on the Logo!
Our Spotlight Range of today is "Sarasota Trap, Skeet & Clay's"
If you are around there or travelling in the area they will happily welcome you!
You can find all the contact and info you need on them in our Fiocchi Ranges Section in the "Sarasota Trap, Skeet & Clay's" dedicated contact page.
Or you can visit the facebook page of the range by clicking on the Logo!
Our Spotlight Range of today is "South Florida Shooting Club"
If you are lucky enough to live close to them you may want to go and check them out!
You can find all the contact and info you need on them in our Fiocchi Ranges Section in the "South Florida Shooting Club" dedicated contact page.
Or you can visit the website of the range by clicking on the Logo!
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This year it is rich of articles, testimonials and news from the Fiocchi World and beyond! So be sure not to miss it!
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By Michael G Sabbeth
(article featured in the December Newsletter of OUTDOOR BUDDIES to read the whole newsletter click HERE)
For many years I have been honored to participate in shooting events with Outdoor Buddies members and supporters. Hunting for pronghorn with them in early October in northern Colorado was a new experience. Outdoor Buddies is a volunteer organization founded by representatives of Craig Hospital the world-renowned spinal cord and brain injury hospital located in Denver, and the Colorado Parks and Wildlife. Its mission is to provide outdoor adventure experiences to mobility-disabled outdoor enthusiasts.
Volunteers donate what they can so I offered to provide ammunition, a rifle and a scope. I had none of these items but, as the saying goes, I know people. I called some industry colleagues who helped me and described my needs: Jason Morton at CZ-USA, Dave Domin at Leupold and to Jackie Stenton at Fiocchi USA, who has never refused a charitable request.
Jason recommended the CZ Model 557 Carbine in 6.5 x 55 Swedish Mauser caliber. Dave promptly sent the superb VX-2 3-9x40 mm scope and the exquisitely compact RX- 1200i TBR rangefinder. Jackie provided an array of Fiocchi 6.5 x 55 ammunition.
Having only a few days before the hunt to sight in the rifle, I called Doug Hamilton and his son, Mitch, at the Family Shooting Center at Cherry Creek State Park. They are deeply engaged in an array of charitable causes involving veterans and disabled shooters. Mitch mounted and bore-sighted the Leupold scope on the CZ and got me to the head of the line for a shooting station. The CZ’s performance right out of the box was impressive. At one hundred yards all my groups with each Fiocchi load was no greater than one inch and a few 3-shot groups were less. Good enough, I figured, knowing no one was going to take a long range shot.
We gathered for the hunt 5:30 on a chilly Saturday morning at a campsite boasting large tents, half a dozen or so campers, hot coffee and a lot of doughnuts. A half- moon hung like a flare in a gray-black cloudless sky drenched with stars sparkling like diamonds. Gusts of wind penetrated my several layers of heavy clothing like daggers. Dwaine Robey, Executive Director, and Larry Sanford, President, orchestrated the dozen hunters and twenty or so volunteers with the precision of directing Swan Lake. If I needed anything, Larry said, “We’ll fix you up from duct tape to marbles.” I was comforted.
I would hunt with 14-year-old Stetson Bardfield and his dad, Shai, an army helicopter pilot, and our driver and guide, David Cox. David is a seasoned hunter who has dedicated hundreds of hours to causes such as Outdoor Buddies hunts. Young Stetson has two prosthetic legs and disfigured arms and hands. Larry asked Shai how his son shoots, inquiring not about his son’s accuracy but what kind of prosthetic device, if any, the young man needed. “How does he pull the trigger?”Larry asked.
Still dark and icy cold, we climbed into David’s four door pick-up. Pick-ups and cars drove off into the darkness, their headlamps pinpricks of light dotting the terrain like oversized lightning bugs. Shai carried Stetson on his back to the front passenger seat, adjusted his son’s prosthetic legs and seated him securely.
We drove north on a dirt road for several miles, pulled off, and, for Stetson’s use, removed a battery-powered machine called an Action Trackstander from the trailer. The machine is a self-propelled chair on steroids, with tank-like treads, a wheel on each of two bars that extend in the front and two in the rear to stabilize the machine and to enable it to navigate hills up and down as steep as forty-five degrees without tipping over frontward or backward. The seat can elevate Stetson to a full standing north, soon to be bathed in the light of a stunning sunrise. After a short time we approached a herd of pronghorn perhaps 600 yards distant. They were spread out as if in single file and seemed unperturbed by our slow advance. We were upbeat because Stetson had a doe license and several doe were standing or bedded down. A few bucks stood as if on guard. The largest buck watched us and slowly ambled to the north, perhaps to draw us away, then turned and walked directly toward us. According to the rangefinder, it got within 150 yards.
I was thrilled. I had never seen a herd of pronghorn at such close range or seen such magisterial behavior of a buck. We glassed the area to our right and saw several doe still bedded down. We approached to within 200 yards. Stetson positioned the tracker so he had a straight line of sight. He and his dad tinkered with the rifle in the gun rest and adjusted the Leupold scope. Apparently the time consumed and the considerable motion alerted the herd, for they trotted off and down a hill about a half mile away.
I asked Stetson how he was doing. “Good,” he said.
“I’m having a lot of fun.” I told him he was a remarkable young man. “Thank you,” he replied, as if embarrassed by my praise. His attitude was transcendent; he never complained, he never had a frown, and he had the most beautiful smile, framed by his young face and blonde hair, appearing more akin to a Rubens cherub than a 14- year-old going out on a hunt with his dad.
During the next five hours, this scenario regrettably repeated—positioning the tracker, adjusting the devices, movement by the dad and Dave, minutes of movement— and each time the pronghorn loped away toward the horizon. We kept pressing on, because the hunt demanded it; although every hill, every patch of rock and loose dirt were challenging.
Perhaps a Touch of the Divine Then, an intervention occurred; divine, perhaps. I will not quibble. The tracker’s battery registered low, requiring us to travel to a charging station some miles away. Being around noon, the consensus was to return to the camp, have a lunch, and resume the hunt afterwards. On the way to camp we spotted a herd of a dozen pronghorn not too distant from the road. Persistence in hunting, as in all things, is the best path to success. We agreed to hunt them. Of necessity, we hunted from the pick-up. That made the difference. David navigated to within a few hundred yards of the herd, waited, and drove closer. The pronghorn were unperturbed. Dave drove closer and stopped. The pronghorn ran off, except one doe. The rangefinder measured it at 228 yards. Shai handed him the rifle and loaded it. Stetson rested the rifle on the lowered window and then adjusted it for elevation. We adults showered Stetson with our wisdom and instruction. I had sighted in the CZ at two inches high at 100 yards. “Shoot an inch high behind the shoulder,” I recommended.
Stetson pressed the trigger.
The pronghorn shook, walked ten steps and collapsed.
Stetson made a perfect shot. Perfect. His face beamed like a searchlight. I was moved beyond words, trying to
fathom the enormity of his accomplishment. For these moments, his life’s unfairness was irrelevant. For a ￼moment his world was reduced to a few inches in ￼diameter and Stetson triumphed.
Greater than the Sum of Its Parts
We abled folks get our rewards by helping others who deserved to be helped. David told me this kind of hunt “fills his heart with joy, watching a father and son spend precious moments and build memories of a day in the field.” David marveled at what these Outdoor Buddies guests have to overcome. He confided that he wonders if he’d have the grit to do so. I wonder also. If he never hunted again, David said, he would have sufficient joy as long as he could work with Outdoor Buddies. “They are truly hunters,” he said.
Dozens of volunteers-invested hundreds of hours to bring this hunt to reality and give deserving folks such as Stetson the opportunity to make a shot. One volunteer told me he had been blown up in Vietnam, had 15 surgeries, lungs full of asbestos and had one third lung capacity. “This is my one week-I come here to help,” he said. “I’m in all kinds of pain and I feel great.” Laughing masks lots of pain. Dwaine and Larry emphasized repeatedly, “rehabilitating means doing something; getting outside, showing you can get up a hill and navigate through mud.” Outdoor Buddies rehabilitates. It’s not about taking game, it’s about engaging in the flight; life’s fire center, as Teddy Roosevelt wrote.
Reliable Meats and Big Game Processing in Fort Collins donated processing the hunter’s meat. Hotel rooms were donated by Dariusz and Zosia Czyszczon, (spell that fast ten times!) proprietors of the Comfort Inn in Fort Collins. An avid hunter, Dariusz supports Outdoor Buddies because it helps disabled hunters and expands their passion for the outdoors. His Comfort Inn is a few minutes from the shooting area. “They get physically and mentally tired,” he said. “They need a break and we are here.” Some hunters must stay more than one day to meaningfully participate and, without Dariusz, could not afford to do participate. A man of great character, Dariusz said, “I want to give back.”
On my drive back to Denver I pondered why I felt so good. I hadn’t hunted and my back hurt. Answers seeped like quicksilver into my aging brain. I realized, yet again, I was so blessed-so lucky-just plain lucky-through no achievement or effort of my own-to be born into this country, to have good health and to be in a position to be useful to others. My life has been enriched by being involved. Stetson’s smile was my reward, for it captured
the soaring human spirit.
How to Help
Wonderful organizations always need help. Get Involved. Seek out the Outdoor Buddies or start a chapter. The organization is run by volunteers. The unavoidable reality is that money is always needed; as are donations of materials, equipment, even coffee and cookies. Nothing is free and everything has a cost, including noble effort. Contact Larry or Dwaine through the website. There is no higher calling than helping those who cannot help themselves accomplish their dreams. As the lyricist Ira Gershwin wrote, ‘Who could ask for anything more?”
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