Not entirely satisfied with my performance at the shooting range yesterday, I went back today to see if I couldn't get tighter groupings.
I wasn't planning to blog about it ... until I did this.
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My first two shots were a little high and a little wild from wobble. I was jumpy. And I was sitting next to a guy shooting a .300 mag (irritating) with a whiny son (even more irritating).
One click on the scope to drop the shot a quarter inch, and I got my third shot close to where I wanted it - about an inch over bull's eye. I waited for the next ceasefire, slapped a Shoot-N-C sticker on the target, and went back for three more shots.
First one: Good - an inch above bull's eye and slightly left. Second shot right on top of it (and I found out later, right through the hole of my best shot from Round 1). I chortled gleefully.
Third shot - breathe calmly! - right where I wanted it, just touching the other two. I laughed and laughed and laughed.
I was gonna take three more shots, but why mess with that?
Moral(s) of the story:
1. I love my Savage American Classic .270 and my Bushnell Elite Series scope.
2. I love my Nosler E-tip non-toxic bullets (thanks to Phillip for that recommendation).
3. I love my new decaffeinated brain - it's easier to convince myself that there's no need to flinch just because the gun's gonna shove my shoulder a bit.
And I do believe that the demons who were standing on my shoulder whispering in my ear yesterday were standing in the line of fire today. And with shooting like this, that means they're dead.
© Holly A. Heyser 2009
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