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I am in the market for an unfired job just like the stainless one you have there Legionnaire. If anyone knows of one at a decent price...
Incidentally, I went out shooting the day after Thanksgiving. I pulled off the most unbelievable shot, though It did take me eight tries or so. I was shooting with my dad and brother. My brother was working in his new 1858, and was shooting my ROA target in stainless. Things were going just great when I noticed some lonely clay pigeons set as targets on a distant hillside. I just had to know how close I could get, and how long it would take the ball to get there. I sat cross-legged, elbows on knees, and started shooting. I was surprised when my brother and dad told me I was in the "neighborhood," and missing within feet to inches. Due to smoke, I was not seeing impacts, but I could see churned up dirt around the target after six rounds. On the seventh or eighth shoot, the distant orange dot simply disappeared. I was dying to know the distance, so I pulled out the GPS and went for a hike. The target came in at 402 feet, give or take ten feet for GPS slop as accuracy was good at that time. That's 133 yards! I stated that the shot was luck, but my brother reminded me that nearly every shot would have fit inside a large dinner plate, which is some pretty respectable shooting with a revolver at that distance.
I was shooting the standard .457 round balls over 35 grains trip7 and cornmeal.
It was a great Thanksgiving.
Incidentally, I went out shooting the day after Thanksgiving. I pulled off the most unbelievable shot, though It did take me eight tries or so. I was shooting with my dad and brother. My brother was working in his new 1858, and was shooting my ROA target in stainless. Things were going just great when I noticed some lonely clay pigeons set as targets on a distant hillside. I just had to know how close I could get, and how long it would take the ball to get there. I sat cross-legged, elbows on knees, and started shooting. I was surprised when my brother and dad told me I was in the "neighborhood," and missing within feet to inches. Due to smoke, I was not seeing impacts, but I could see churned up dirt around the target after six rounds. On the seventh or eighth shoot, the distant orange dot simply disappeared. I was dying to know the distance, so I pulled out the GPS and went for a hike. The target came in at 402 feet, give or take ten feet for GPS slop as accuracy was good at that time. That's 133 yards! I stated that the shot was luck, but my brother reminded me that nearly every shot would have fit inside a large dinner plate, which is some pretty respectable shooting with a revolver at that distance.
I was shooting the standard .457 round balls over 35 grains trip7 and cornmeal.
It was a great Thanksgiving.