Man on a mission this morning.
Off to Bisley to 'check zero' on a rifle, for which I knocked up some ammunition a couple of months ago.
Odd start to the day - my boots feel odd?
I wander around the house in them, (my wife hates that) loading up (her) car with the plethora of stuff that is required for any shooting outing.
"What have I told you about wearing boots in the house?"
"It's only for a minute whilst I load the car. Anyway, they don't feel right".
I can take it no longer and kick them both off. There is (I s**t you not) a teabag in each one...
"Why is there a teabag in my boots?"
"Oh that. It's a trick I read about; to tackle the smell".
"Well you could have told me!"
FFS! True story.
Anyhoo.
Just over two hours later, and I am closing in on the final drag into Bisley. I am met with this sign...
Naw...it won't 'really' be closed...I'll keep going.
I kept going.
Right up to the entrance of Bisley Shooting ground; where I was met with half a dozen men in high-vis pouring tarmac onto where the road used to be.
Bastard.
I turn around, (along with about seven other male drivers) and slink off back from whence I came. The detour puts me back almost an hour. At stumps this evening the road is once again open, and flowing in both directions, but apparently further works start on Monday for a month. May just be worth checking before you set off in the upcoming weeks.
I eventually make it to the Black Powder session. The smell is just so evocative.
But that is not the reason for my being here today.
I know the 'Zero Range' is not for 'zeroing' - I do know that. So this was not 'zeroing'...
The first three rounds clover slightly right. Two clicks left (4th shot) and I call it good.
The afternoon session was at 200 yards. I fire three rounds and they 10 with a clover. That's me done.
It is a five round magazine and one of the lads has been admiring the rifle.
"There are two rounds left if you want a shot".
"Yes please"
"Just mind the trigger, it is set fine".
He will not need stitches, but his first shot caught him with the Sniper's Scar of shame.
"Feck me. You are not kidding, I barely touched it"
"Ah well. At the least the rifle is 'blooded' now."
At least for tomorrow's shoot, I know the road will be open - and if it's not, I know to pay attention to the signage...
Off to Bisley to 'check zero' on a rifle, for which I knocked up some ammunition a couple of months ago.
Odd start to the day - my boots feel odd?
I wander around the house in them, (my wife hates that) loading up (her) car with the plethora of stuff that is required for any shooting outing.
"What have I told you about wearing boots in the house?"
"It's only for a minute whilst I load the car. Anyway, they don't feel right".
I can take it no longer and kick them both off. There is (I s**t you not) a teabag in each one...
"Why is there a teabag in my boots?"
"Oh that. It's a trick I read about; to tackle the smell".
"Well you could have told me!"
FFS! True story.
Anyhoo.
Just over two hours later, and I am closing in on the final drag into Bisley. I am met with this sign...
Naw...it won't 'really' be closed...I'll keep going.
I kept going.
Right up to the entrance of Bisley Shooting ground; where I was met with half a dozen men in high-vis pouring tarmac onto where the road used to be.
Bastard.
I turn around, (along with about seven other male drivers) and slink off back from whence I came. The detour puts me back almost an hour. At stumps this evening the road is once again open, and flowing in both directions, but apparently further works start on Monday for a month. May just be worth checking before you set off in the upcoming weeks.
I eventually make it to the Black Powder session. The smell is just so evocative.
But that is not the reason for my being here today.
I know the 'Zero Range' is not for 'zeroing' - I do know that. So this was not 'zeroing'...
The first three rounds clover slightly right. Two clicks left (4th shot) and I call it good.
The afternoon session was at 200 yards. I fire three rounds and they 10 with a clover. That's me done.
It is a five round magazine and one of the lads has been admiring the rifle.
"There are two rounds left if you want a shot".
"Yes please"
"Just mind the trigger, it is set fine".
He will not need stitches, but his first shot caught him with the Sniper's Scar of shame.
"Feck me. You are not kidding, I barely touched it"
"Ah well. At the least the rifle is 'blooded' now."
At least for tomorrow's shoot, I know the road will be open - and if it's not, I know to pay attention to the signage...
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