I bought a Remington BDL .22-250 Sporter in about 1970. Put a 6x Redfield scope on it, nice for the time. Shot it a lot for a few years then stored my guns when I went to The Big Cities. Got married a dozen years later and finally talked my new bride into a range visit. The Rem had been well-cared for, and I thought she might enjoy it after a few warm-ups with the .22 LR I'd brought too. She'd shot with her dad a little when she was a kid, not much though. Anyway, I got her situated on the bench at 100 yards, factory ammo, 55 grain Remington Soft Points. She put the first three shots in at 0.75 ", last two of her five shots left the group at under 1.0". She turned to me with a look that simultaneously said: "That's it? This is what you spend your time obsessing over? Where's the challenge?" I never let her shoot that rifle again.