Bob Wright
Well-Known Member
So, one day me, my bro-in-law and a mutual friend were out scouting, then sighting in muzzle loaders for an upcoming hunt. We settled in for 100 yard shots, over a chrony, double checking stuff. My brother-in-law brings out his 45 cal Winchester front stuffer. Never shot it. New scope. Green as can be. But, he doesn't need training, suggestions or any of that stuff.
You know....
Me and the buddy pop off a few rounds and we're good. Bro-in-law shoots one. All good. Hits 2000 fps. Hits close to center. Shoots another. Gets scope cut by a double recoil. Blood running down the bridge of his nose. The target shows a center hit. Except, there is this weird diagonal slash going across target.
He goes to reload muzzle loader. Can't find his ramrod.
So we walk up to the 100 yard target. We figure the now missing ramrod is securely in the next county, except for the brass tip securely friction welded into the steel target frame. Never letting a crisis go to waste, I grabbed the target and framed it for infamy. Good times, good times....
You know....
Me and the buddy pop off a few rounds and we're good. Bro-in-law shoots one. All good. Hits 2000 fps. Hits close to center. Shoots another. Gets scope cut by a double recoil. Blood running down the bridge of his nose. The target shows a center hit. Except, there is this weird diagonal slash going across target.
He goes to reload muzzle loader. Can't find his ramrod.
So we walk up to the 100 yard target. We figure the now missing ramrod is securely in the next county, except for the brass tip securely friction welded into the steel target frame. Never letting a crisis go to waste, I grabbed the target and framed it for infamy. Good times, good times....