Okay. Things have been pretty stale around here lately. I just had to get out of the house to put a few rounds down range. The weather forecast was near perfect...the wife agreed to ride along (she's disabled--please no hen-pecked replies)...I figured it being mid-day on a weekday, I could go to the state range rather than driving all the way to the farm... MISTAKE #1! There were three guys shooting already and they had a car load of handguns, shotguns and rifles! By the time I got to the bench, I was ready to see that 16 ga. fowler pattern well at the 50 yard target and I had hoped to even fire a couple at the 100 yarder just for laughs and giggles...but, OOPS! That's not easy to do with no patching! BIG MISTAKE #2! I had it all, but somehow grabbed the pouch set up for using it as a scattergun. I scrounged through the box and found a pre-patched ball in one of those PC/HC questionable wooden items that dangle from the neck or pouch strap. Okay there's one shot...next I found a scrap of ticking that was suitable under the circumstance for shot #2, but that was it. You know it never bothers me having to clean a BP gun after a day's hunt where I fired one or maybe two shots, but this is the most grueling effort to clean a gun I've ever experienced. I think I need to get out ASAP for a do-over so I can forget about this one.
I now know how bad the guy felt, thirty years ago, after firing his ramrod on the first target of a trail walk. Most times someone else would have a spare cleaning rod somewhere, but this poor lad had the first 46 inch barreled gun I'd ever seen up close. No one there could accommodate him.
Anyone else ever had one of these days?
I now know how bad the guy felt, thirty years ago, after firing his ramrod on the first target of a trail walk. Most times someone else would have a spare cleaning rod somewhere, but this poor lad had the first 46 inch barreled gun I'd ever seen up close. No one there could accommodate him.
Anyone else ever had one of these days?