Og invited me and my friend Mike to his range for a few hours of long distance paper punching at a Super Secret Location.
First breakfast, then recoil therapy. How can that ever be bad?
I learned that Og can solder a sight onto a barrel without damaging the heat treating (but he used a sandbag just to be sure so that if he had overheated it the shrapnel would only damage us a little). And that he can really shoot.
I learned that his friend Partner is a dead shot with his WWII era .22. And that I have a serious case of 1903 envy.
I learned that Mike can keep 30 rounds of 5.56 inside of 10 inches in rapid fire (like in 12 seconds) out of his AR.
And I learned that I need to relieve the stock of my rifle 'cause the groups open up greatly after 5 shots or so when the barrel gets hot. or I need to shoot slower... But I still shot 4.5" groups at 100 yds. Need a bit of work and a bit more practice. But I think I got a good deal last March. Only spent 80 rounds, but hey, It was fun.
All in all, it was an excellent morning, even if it was hot and humid and my glasses kept fogging up.
I am sure that I wouldn't let any of them shoot at me.
A bad Day At The Range is better than a good day at work. We had the range to ourselves. No pressure, nothing but safe fun.
Trust me, you really wish you had been there.
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