I took a little drive to try out a new range this morning, with a buddy from work. He'd heard about this place, so we decided to go check it out. The range above is one of four or five throughout the entire shooting park. Overall, I liked the place, although I didn't care for the target setup so much - the house ones were made from PVC pipe and would blow over any time it gusted... and being up in the mountains a ways, it gusted a fair bit... Can't use metal, because of the risk of sparking, and you can see how dry the hills in the background look.
That said, the staff are a lot friendlier than the guys at my "local", but this range is really too far away to switch...
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.
5 comments:
Those 10/22s are a hoot aren't they? Love mind and could spend hours and all my money doing nothing but that!
Yeah, Mushy... that 10/22 is a pleasure to shoot - cheap to feed, too...
Got one of those Yugos. Love it. Some reservist carved the stock with all sorts of crap. Love the history I feel in it.
You seen the 10/22 turned into a Krinker plinker. Cool!
Yup - illegal in my state, probably...
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