Maims on the other.
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I have a rather large handful of home improvement projects I must finish before I can consider any range time, but when the time comes, I know I will be grinning from ear to ear.

I will meet with my optometrist, perhaps even take him to the range with me, and have him examine my eyes to confirm I am not in any danger of retinal separation- though he figures probably not.

I am a recoil junkie. And I cannot keep myself from grinning every time I touch the rifle. I want to carry a couple rounds of the ammunition with me, just because. I can’t wait to have a cartridge belt full of bloody nearly 4″ long shells.

Now what I want is a big pile of Kynoch/Ely brass to load up stinky hot with Barnes solids.