Here's what I brung - my trusty 10/22, and my old SKS, who's been needing some attention lately. She'd been on the back burner some since I got my scary black rifle, so I took her out and fell in love all over again. I'm such a tramp.
This was my best grouping of the day, courtesy of the 10/22, at fifty yards. Scopes certainly make it easier!
All in all - a good time, and I'd go there again; too bad it's way too far to visit more often.