I dont know how I do it, maybe its my inbuilt idiot magnet, or maybe my looks, but they seem to flock around me like moths to a bulb at any social setting...
Walter fecking mittys!
I dont know how the conversation turned to it, I seem to remember some mention of Sparsholt college and from that point he revealed that he was thinking about a course there... I should have run away at that point, but before I knew it he's telling me that he's ex-forces (my spidey senses start tingling) does a bit of stalking, and how he was really lucky as a local farmer lets him take the deer on his land, that he had the fields between two hangars, and that he's able to sit on the edge of one and take them on the other edge at 600 yards
as you can imagine this is the point where I choke on my drink a little bit and start coughing and looking for the exit... no, I'm trapped, feck, how do I extricate myself from this situation without causing offence to my hosts and other guests...
So, impressed of course, I ask what calibre he uses - as you can guess the answer is 7.62... I'm being drawn in by now, I cannot help myself - how far can he dig?
"oh, alright, what range do you zero at? don't you find the bullet drop a bit excessive ?"
300 yards, no not a problem...
"Oh, do you dial it in to the scope for each shot then, I suppose you use a laser rangefinder because the drop at 600 is going to be massive"
of course, you guessed it, yes, he uses one of those laser rangefinders...
"look mate, I don't want to sound funny, but if you're shooting at that range I'd be surprised if you can guarantee a humane kill - I've not known many stalkers go beyond a couple of hundred metres for lowland stalking, most woodland stuff is below 100"
oh, oh, erm, I'm surprised at that, I wouldn't have thought you'd need a scope for that, why not just use iron sights...
"sorry, I'll be back in a minute, need to go to the bog..."
So, is it just me? am I a frigging walt magnet or do the rest of you seem to attract them like flies round shite?
Walter fecking mittys!
I dont know how the conversation turned to it, I seem to remember some mention of Sparsholt college and from that point he revealed that he was thinking about a course there... I should have run away at that point, but before I knew it he's telling me that he's ex-forces (my spidey senses start tingling) does a bit of stalking, and how he was really lucky as a local farmer lets him take the deer on his land, that he had the fields between two hangars, and that he's able to sit on the edge of one and take them on the other edge at 600 yards
as you can imagine this is the point where I choke on my drink a little bit and start coughing and looking for the exit... no, I'm trapped, feck, how do I extricate myself from this situation without causing offence to my hosts and other guests...
So, impressed of course, I ask what calibre he uses - as you can guess the answer is 7.62... I'm being drawn in by now, I cannot help myself - how far can he dig?
"oh, alright, what range do you zero at? don't you find the bullet drop a bit excessive ?"
300 yards, no not a problem...
"Oh, do you dial it in to the scope for each shot then, I suppose you use a laser rangefinder because the drop at 600 is going to be massive"
of course, you guessed it, yes, he uses one of those laser rangefinders...
"look mate, I don't want to sound funny, but if you're shooting at that range I'd be surprised if you can guarantee a humane kill - I've not known many stalkers go beyond a couple of hundred metres for lowland stalking, most woodland stuff is below 100"
oh, oh, erm, I'm surprised at that, I wouldn't have thought you'd need a scope for that, why not just use iron sights...
"sorry, I'll be back in a minute, need to go to the bog..."
So, is it just me? am I a frigging walt magnet or do the rest of you seem to attract them like flies round shite?