Today I was out at the cabin and chose to carry my 450 Bushmaster.
Not far, out to the rail grade and back. But carried none the less!
Good thing I did too. I came across this monster and was nearly eaten...
A Common Garter snake. More drown than green out in the turnips.
Thankfully, he let me pass!
The first five, and the rest. Shot at one hundred yards, offhand.
I notice my mount is not holding the scope well after the last hundred twenty some rounds, despite a drop of loc-tite. I put only a slight turn on the screws they seemed to have held this outing.
My sister’s husband likes to fiddle with everything. I have no idea how, but a case was stuck last time and he attempted to “Forward Assist” two of them. Thankfully the case didn’t come out because I saw him put the longer of the setback two back in the mag.
I gave a quick brief on straight walls and bullet seating depth. With a vacant look returned...
Actually glad this one did let me pass when I saw were my foot step was in relation to his thinking spot!
I had a new fondness for my pinky toe!
He let me go, so after a quick pic (look at that smile!), I did the same.
Brushed up on my Point Shooting, because these Goldens are not quite as accurate as the non bulk packed cartridges.
Fun day!
