I was just rereading an old borescope thread in which I discussed my beloved Savage M12 .223.
It is my favorite. Massive, beautiful, smooth(-ish, it’s a Savage…), and supremely precise.
And since losing my lease, changing jobs, homes, and finding love, I haven’t fired it in two years!
There is not a place where I could take it in a reasonable afternoon. Anywhere close is too short, and the benches not strong enough if there are any at all.
A hundred yard shot feels like I’ll get hit with splatter through the 10-60x50 Golden Eagle. The grass grows too fast for prone in the field in the spring, but I am hoping for an easy winter.
Even the bed of my truck is not long enough to shoot from, however I do plan on building a platform that can hook through the tailgate gap and support the bipod skis further from the truck so I can lay there, above the vegetation and snow banks.
It weighs one ounce less than 18lbs, to make requirements in an F/TR match I’ve never been to. Its case has wheels, is four and a half feet long to fit the 30” barrel, and needs a toolbox of accouterments to service it on the line. (Cooling fans, grease, Nth degree prepped hand loads, and of course, coffee…)
There seems to be no Hornady bullet is does not like, and routinely places ten into 5/8”. Except those 75 ELDs, dang. It would nearly be boring if I couldn’t shoot further than a hundred. I bet it doesn’t have 2,200 rounds through it, even though I have an unopened 4K box of 75bthp for it.
Oh, for certain I have much too many ARs, and some of those haven’t even been used. I have a glut of rimfires as well.
However, this rifle is my favorite.
It never does not bring me pleasure to see it.
But, I just don’t know when I’ll ever use it again! And this statement terrifies me!
(Please note the proper scope designation and copious use of the Oxford comma, or as I like to say, “The proper comma.”

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