This weekend I took my father to the range. The last time we shot together must have been 23 years ago when I was twelve. Then we shot a Stevens single-shot .22 Crackshot that he got me when I was ten.
Well, this time we brought a little arsenal - three rifles and five handguns. He hasn't shot a handgun since he was in the service in the 1960s, so he was a little uncomfortable with my 9mms. But this was his first group with my Tikka .308 Varmint at 100 yards. He kept saying, "Well, I think I only hit it once or twice." Five rounds, .55". But I was watching through a scope on another gun, and then he proceed to shoot two more groups less than 1". He wasn't missing.
I know my gun can shoot that well, but I hardly ever can. Not bad for a guy who practically never shoots anymore.
Feeling pretty humbled by the old guy.
Well, this time we brought a little arsenal - three rifles and five handguns. He hasn't shot a handgun since he was in the service in the 1960s, so he was a little uncomfortable with my 9mms. But this was his first group with my Tikka .308 Varmint at 100 yards. He kept saying, "Well, I think I only hit it once or twice." Five rounds, .55". But I was watching through a scope on another gun, and then he proceed to shoot two more groups less than 1". He wasn't missing.
I know my gun can shoot that well, but I hardly ever can. Not bad for a guy who practically never shoots anymore.
Feeling pretty humbled by the old guy.