My brother owns a metal recycling facility (AKA junkyard) that’s next to the municipal recycling transfer facility(AKA dump). The public stops at his place before going to the transfer facility because it costs money there and also people feel better about recycling something.
Anyway, I was helping out one morning when a typical soccer mom pulled up in her Volvo station wagon. She was nervous as she opened the hatchback and pulled out a couple of long, thin items wrapped up in brown paper, telling me she wasn’t sure if we would accept these. I went to tear the paper away, and she said no, no, take those inside and unwrap them where nobody will see. OK, now you really got my attention. Went inside and unwrapped a couple of pellet rifles. She told me she had wrapped them up so the neighbors wouldn’t see them. I suppressed laughter and assured her we would take them. She went back to the car and returned with several tins of.Ely .177 pellets. The lady graciously thanked me for taking those things off her hands before driving away.
My brother said I was welcome to them, I chose the Ruger Blackhawk elite .177 with a scope and a couple tins of pellets. It sat in the garage forgotten until earlier today when I decided to give it a try. I was amazed, fired a few pellets at a piece of cardboard 40 feet away and had a group less than an inch. I did use the rail of my pick up bed as a rest.
Don’t think I’ve shot a pellet or BB gun since the 60s so I was quite surprised.
Kevin G


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