I went to the range the other evening. It was a beautiful, almost windless evening just before sundown and I'd had my heart set on some off hand practice. When I set up I first wanted to get rid of three odd rounds that got seated deeper than the rest of the lot. I shot a 8" x 12" steel plate at the 100M mark and put all three rounds into one silver splash mark. I walked down to see the group and before walking back stapled up a fancy, store-bought, life sized deer target. I came back to the bench and fired my three practice rounds down range. The shooting felt good and when I retrieved the target I had two rounds in the heart and one along side of it: About a 3" group. I decided to quit as it was getting late. I walked back to the bench admiring the pretty group and thinking how much I enjoy this Tikka and how I'm getting better shooting it off-hand. When I got to the bench I looked up to see four whitetail deer standing there looking at me from about 40 yards behind the bench. I don't know how long they'd been there.
I picked up the 'deer' target, unfolded it, and held it up to them. "Just wait!" I said, "I'll be back for you in the fall!!"
Off they ran.
They've been warned. It's only fair.... ~Muir