I ventured out to Severnside Range on Wednesday. I'm off for a spot of stalking next week and wanted to zero my skiis. Believe me, it was cold! Despite being wrapped up like bugs in blankets everybody had cut and run by 13:00. The only way to avoid the wind was to lie prone on the firing points.
Anyway, I set up a target, loosed off three shots and checked my group. Adequate but indifferent, as usual. I made a cursory check of the rifle and felt the barrel and suppressor. They were as cold as ice. Loosed off another three but still the ironwork remained cold to the touch. Loosed off a group of five and still it remained cold to the touch. By that time I'd had enough and bundled everything back into the car and away back west to Brains country.
You can imagine how welcome the sight of my well stoked wood burner was. I took the still cold suppressor out from my kit and placed it on the hearth to dry out. After a short while I began to hear, at first, little pops and then louder pops and finally a couple of quite loud reports isuing fromn the slowly warming T8. Presumably it was so cold on the range some of the muzzle blasts had frozen solid in the can and were only heard once they thawed out on the hearth.
Now how unusual is that?