Demi-human
maybe likes firearms a little bit…
After a great Cowboy themed birthday party, and leaving the sugar fueled noisemakers there for the night, I got a chance to enjoy the first breaking of Spring!
Yesterday I found a good deal on a new scope for my Savage MKII FV/SR. A Vortex CrossfireII 6-18x44 AO. I’ve been waiting awhile for, well, anything, to come in to town. When I walked into the Dunham’s there was quite a selection of Crossfires and Bushnells, but only one 6-18, the display. Since it wasn’t there four days ago, I decided it couldn’t have been handled too much and asked about it. I was rewarded with 20% off! Nice!
I mounted it with some Nikon A-Frame rings. Every time I try these the mechanically centered scope ends up about twelve inches high at 100 yards. Today was no different. I think the mount or the receiver is not quite aligned with the barrel.
I don’t have this problem when using a red dot or single cantilevered mount. Not something I’ll look to amending soon, but irritating.
I have this bedded into a Body’s ProVarmint.
I tried to replicate the T/TR but with a shorter sixteen inch barrel. I succeeded.
Bi-pod, scope, full magazine of rimfire and suppressor all adds up to 10 pounds. Pretty hefty for a 22. Just right for me.
I drove out to the HayMarsh.
It. Was. Wonderful.
It was windy. The tree branches crashed together over head.
A few bold Spring Peepers sang, just in case any ladies were out, in between snow flakes.
The fresh air was what I needed, being stuck in a tractor dealership for the last few weeks.
I fine tuned the zero at fifty yards. Two more inches down and one left. Rested on a torn out stump, I chose easily which points of paint to remove from my steel target.
I moved it down to a hundred yards. Sitting there in the cold, not yet alive grass, I rang it some more. After two to find it, the first stadia mark is right on for one hundred.
There in the sandy part of the trail.
I thought I’d walk it out farther. I took it as far as I dared get to the crest of the creek bank. I couldn’t see the creek so I wanted them to stop on this side.
I took up prone in the freshly rained upon field, forgetting my nice Half-Acre shooting mat from Midway.
It took five to see one hit. From there the top of the thicker part of the cross hair, and holding the left edge of the steel, brought CCI SVs to impact!
The little black dot in the middle...
Exhausting the CCIs I brought out some Aguila Rifle Match. And boy are they subsonic! I held the steel one targets width above the very bottom of the lens and off to the left of the target one width of the crosshair beam while the trees made noise. Less so when they were quiet.
But, <Plink!> they did!
When I went to retrieve the gong it was a hundred and eighty five paces downhill.
I like this Savage.
Oh, boy! I needed that!
Alright, now let’s see some more Spring!
What have you got done that is needing a walk?
Have any that just went for a walk?
Any rimfires prancing and whining at your door?
Yesterday I found a good deal on a new scope for my Savage MKII FV/SR. A Vortex CrossfireII 6-18x44 AO. I’ve been waiting awhile for, well, anything, to come in to town. When I walked into the Dunham’s there was quite a selection of Crossfires and Bushnells, but only one 6-18, the display. Since it wasn’t there four days ago, I decided it couldn’t have been handled too much and asked about it. I was rewarded with 20% off! Nice!
I mounted it with some Nikon A-Frame rings. Every time I try these the mechanically centered scope ends up about twelve inches high at 100 yards. Today was no different. I think the mount or the receiver is not quite aligned with the barrel.
I don’t have this problem when using a red dot or single cantilevered mount. Not something I’ll look to amending soon, but irritating.
I have this bedded into a Body’s ProVarmint.
I tried to replicate the T/TR but with a shorter sixteen inch barrel. I succeeded.
Bi-pod, scope, full magazine of rimfire and suppressor all adds up to 10 pounds. Pretty hefty for a 22. Just right for me.
I drove out to the HayMarsh.
It. Was. Wonderful.
It was windy. The tree branches crashed together over head.
A few bold Spring Peepers sang, just in case any ladies were out, in between snow flakes.
The fresh air was what I needed, being stuck in a tractor dealership for the last few weeks.
I fine tuned the zero at fifty yards. Two more inches down and one left. Rested on a torn out stump, I chose easily which points of paint to remove from my steel target.
I moved it down to a hundred yards. Sitting there in the cold, not yet alive grass, I rang it some more. After two to find it, the first stadia mark is right on for one hundred.
There in the sandy part of the trail.
I thought I’d walk it out farther. I took it as far as I dared get to the crest of the creek bank. I couldn’t see the creek so I wanted them to stop on this side.
I took up prone in the freshly rained upon field, forgetting my nice Half-Acre shooting mat from Midway.
It took five to see one hit. From there the top of the thicker part of the cross hair, and holding the left edge of the steel, brought CCI SVs to impact!
The little black dot in the middle...Exhausting the CCIs I brought out some Aguila Rifle Match. And boy are they subsonic! I held the steel one targets width above the very bottom of the lens and off to the left of the target one width of the crosshair beam while the trees made noise. Less so when they were quiet.
But, <Plink!> they did!
When I went to retrieve the gong it was a hundred and eighty five paces downhill.
I like this Savage.
Oh, boy! I needed that!
Alright, now let’s see some more Spring!
What have you got done that is needing a walk?
Have any that just went for a walk?
Any rimfires prancing and whining at your door?
That’s a lot! But somebody’s got to do it.
