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Hope your great Spydro.
I decided tonight to bore sight my new swift tonight in my basement. There's always a first for me and often a second. Anyway, I'm fairly skilled, as I'm sure you, at installing scopes. I bought the new Swarovski Z6 in demo condition from a good friend in the business to put on my fathers day gift. I knew I was spot on so, at 85 ft away I secured the rifle in my lead sled, tapped off a round and for the first time ever I missed my bullet catcher, a backup steel plate and 1.5 feet to the right have a hole in a 1 ft.thick concrete wall to explain to my very loved wife D. Somedays I suck
I now am in a suspended state of fear
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Morning bro,
Your post made me chuckle about the things we've done often for so long and could do with our eyes closed standing on our head that suddenly nip us in the .... and remind us that we are not as perfect as we'd like to think we are. It happens more often on this end of my life.
Yeah I've mounted and zeroed a few scopes in my life, like a thousand plus of them probably between for my own use, that of friends and owning a gunsmith
shop for a few years. It never failed to amaze me how many folks had such a hard time even getting them mounted correctly themselves. And especially how few could get them actually sighted in dead on in 2 shots (even without a bore sighter or a sled). The obvious ones at a range banging away shot after shot trying to walk them in being the most pitiful, and usually the same ones that are the least likely to take a friendly offer to help.
As for the hole to explain to lovely D, I'd be surprised if you'd actually have to explain it to her too seriously. The ladies we share much of our life with always seem to accept us no matter what we do. My ex did during the 34 years we shared together. In all that time we only had two minor arguments that were quickly over and soon forgotten.
I remember a hole I had to explain once, to the man who as it turned out would become my father-in-law. My girlfriends 3 younger brothers asked me to help build them a firecracker marble cannon... mainly becasue they had a large supply of them and I had told them about those I made the first of when I was about 7-8YO out of lead pipe or whatever right size tubing I could find that would easily put a marble through cinderblock walls. Being 19YO then and in the Navy a simple pipe cannon seemed anticlimactic. So I borrowed the AIMD machine shop on base during a couple of lunch hours to make them a fancy brass cannon about a foot long. This one to use a charge of blackpowder instead of firecrackers, and was bored for a supply of ball bearings I also could get a lot of on base from discarded aircraft DC armature bearings. Anyway, the day we did the first test fire I clamped the cannon in their father's lapidary vise in the garage, charged it with blackpowder and a fuse I made myself... and blew the steelie through a 1/4" steel plate and about a foot of wood I had layered together as a backer, the wall of the garage, bounced it off a wood fence and put a nice ding on a fender of their fathers car parked in the driveway. Mac was cool with it though, was glad I stopped his sons from trying to do it on their own. He had never taught them how to use tools of any kind, nor anything about firearms. I had been reloading my own ammo since the late 50's with uncles, but I did use too much of my powder. One of the problems with maiden powder because the quality of chemicals used was not always a given, and that along with the mix and final screening has effect on the potency of the powder. Don't even get me started on the rockets I built as a kid and made my own propellants for. Lots of things were lucky to survive them, including me.
