Ginormous
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Shot this group yesterday at about 20 yards with my Dragoon, Voodoochile's cast 220 gr. conicals, 45 gr. Swiss 3Fg, and RWS 1075 caps. Took some serious umpph on the loading lever to get it all in with a lube pill. Couldn't get the target out to the 25 yd mark because the conveyor stop switch was maladjusted or just plain wet. Anyway, I wasn't able to duplicate this group again, as the weather generally turned more and more moist, and as everyone knows, the wetter it gets, the worse I shoot.
All in all, I was really pleased. Until the range got busy, that is.
My Dragoon seems to have a case of the Walker Wilt, or Dragoon Droop, or whatever you call it, at charges over 40 gr. The loading lever just drops. The leather shoelace isn't just for good looks either. Stopped the problem cold, although some of the other guys at the range laughed and made fun of my hog leg laying on the table tied up like that, or said it was falling apart, or similar unbecoming remarks. Ok, fine, I'm a child of a greater God. Laugh it up. Well, I kept at it with my '58 until I was too embarrassed to bring the targets back in because of my crappy groups. When it became apparent I wasn't going to get groups like my first, I grabbed the big Colt, loaded up 50 gr. and a round ball and let loose with 6 as fast as I could draw a bead. You could hear a cricket chirp after that. Someone down the range said "D@#n dawg, what was THAT?" Slowly the 9's and 45's went back to their pop, pop, pop. I packed up and went inside to pay my range bill.
The range owner, a retired police officer, calls me the guy with the big boomer and compares the concussion inside the range building with a S&W 500 another patron brings in. Nothing like a big Colt to give you the warm fuzzies on an otherwise bad day.
All in all, I was really pleased. Until the range got busy, that is.
My Dragoon seems to have a case of the Walker Wilt, or Dragoon Droop, or whatever you call it, at charges over 40 gr. The loading lever just drops. The leather shoelace isn't just for good looks either. Stopped the problem cold, although some of the other guys at the range laughed and made fun of my hog leg laying on the table tied up like that, or said it was falling apart, or similar unbecoming remarks. Ok, fine, I'm a child of a greater God. Laugh it up. Well, I kept at it with my '58 until I was too embarrassed to bring the targets back in because of my crappy groups. When it became apparent I wasn't going to get groups like my first, I grabbed the big Colt, loaded up 50 gr. and a round ball and let loose with 6 as fast as I could draw a bead. You could hear a cricket chirp after that. Someone down the range said "D@#n dawg, what was THAT?" Slowly the 9's and 45's went back to their pop, pop, pop. I packed up and went inside to pay my range bill.
The range owner, a retired police officer, calls me the guy with the big boomer and compares the concussion inside the range building with a S&W 500 another patron brings in. Nothing like a big Colt to give you the warm fuzzies on an otherwise bad day.