Stalker62
Well-Known Member
I picked up a new (to me - it's actually pre-loved) Sako stock yesterday from @long_range_rob.
Managed to chisel the old wooden stock off last night, and then gaffer taped this synthetic stock into place.
A quick (two hours but it's a figure of speech) slog over to Bisley, and I get myself on the Zero Range. As I de-bus I drop the bolt onto the ground. I curse, but think I have got away with it.
Today the Zero Range has an RCO running the show, and there appears to be a plethora of Germans about - I think there is a competition going on.
As I close the bolt onto the chamber there is an ominous clank, and the bolt dissolves into its component parts. Fcuk!
Somehow or other, I put it back together but the damn thing will not work. I try and muscle the bolt, but lacking both the strength and technique, I am forced to order a takeaway 'humble pie' and trot off to Fulton's.
Thank goodness Robert is on duty. He is the only bloke in that place who does not make my flesh creep. I tell him my tale of woe, hand him my bolt and put on my best 'puppy dog eyes'.
He said, "It's cocked" and immediately, 'rang' its neck, and passed it back to me.
The laughter of the married couple who were also in the store, echoed around the shop as I crept out of the place, feeling pretty much useless in the field of gun smithing...
Any hoo.
Back on the point. I send three rounds down.
Well, that's near enough for Government work.
My Club is at 300 Century this morning and so, I waltz over there, and bang five down range. After adjusting for windage (need to come hard left) the last two rounds are V-Bull. I call it good, and dial that into the Ballistic Scope.
This rifle is now zeroed at 100 yards, 200 yards = Green, and 300 yards = Yellow.
Now it's time to bimble over to the farm, and check on the birds.
As I drive away, I cannot help but see this beautiful car - perhaps it belongs to one of the German competitors.
The beauty of the car, juxtaposed with the parking location bothered me, it may bother you...
Managed to chisel the old wooden stock off last night, and then gaffer taped this synthetic stock into place.
A quick (two hours but it's a figure of speech) slog over to Bisley, and I get myself on the Zero Range. As I de-bus I drop the bolt onto the ground. I curse, but think I have got away with it.
Today the Zero Range has an RCO running the show, and there appears to be a plethora of Germans about - I think there is a competition going on.
As I close the bolt onto the chamber there is an ominous clank, and the bolt dissolves into its component parts. Fcuk!
Somehow or other, I put it back together but the damn thing will not work. I try and muscle the bolt, but lacking both the strength and technique, I am forced to order a takeaway 'humble pie' and trot off to Fulton's.
Thank goodness Robert is on duty. He is the only bloke in that place who does not make my flesh creep. I tell him my tale of woe, hand him my bolt and put on my best 'puppy dog eyes'.
He said, "It's cocked" and immediately, 'rang' its neck, and passed it back to me.
The laughter of the married couple who were also in the store, echoed around the shop as I crept out of the place, feeling pretty much useless in the field of gun smithing...
Any hoo.
Back on the point. I send three rounds down.
Well, that's near enough for Government work.
My Club is at 300 Century this morning and so, I waltz over there, and bang five down range. After adjusting for windage (need to come hard left) the last two rounds are V-Bull. I call it good, and dial that into the Ballistic Scope.
This rifle is now zeroed at 100 yards, 200 yards = Green, and 300 yards = Yellow.
Now it's time to bimble over to the farm, and check on the birds.
As I drive away, I cannot help but see this beautiful car - perhaps it belongs to one of the German competitors.
The beauty of the car, juxtaposed with the parking location bothered me, it may bother you...
they were the ones that appeared to rust slower!
