At The Range

The eldest son twisted my arm very, very hard and convinced me to go to the range with him yesterday. There must have been a lot of cabin fever this winter because the place was packed. Every position was occupied, from 7 yards to 200 yards. We managed to get one position to share at the 25 yard range, to start. After a few hours we managed to move on down to the long range area.

Apparently my neglect of the long guns has had an effect. AT 200 yards I was pushing my shots about half a clay bird to the right with the sporterized 6.5mm Swedish Mauser.

And then the batteries were dead in the holosight on the AR. Naturally my spares were also dead, so I used the flip up iron sights. That's why they're there, I guess.