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I just moved. The house I moved into has a gun room with a magical surprise:
I've been running a fever for a few days now, cooped up in the basement... well cooped, I mean, this is the basement view as of this morning:
so not exactly cooped up. But I'm not doing so well with this virus/flu/cold/plague thing. Been trying to avoid going upstairs, don't want to infect the wife.
Today I decided that even without proper ventilation... or all my guns here... I was going to put rounds some down that magical range hole in my basement.
So I set my vintage 1970s intercom system to pipe Rush Limbaugh into my gun room (and throughout the house). And garbed only in my underwear and my $2 (I love garage sales) Orvis Cardigan:
(because really, who doesn't want to shoot in their underwear? but it is slightly cold... you know, Montana in February).
I set about working the little sled thing to send the target of Hitler down to the end of the pipe:
[ame]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K21d-EUVYc4[/ame]
Eventually when I got the sled as far down as it would go:
About 40ft at that point, my measuring tape only goes to 35 feet and it caps out before the sled does, and the sled can't get all the way down to the end. I think he had the tunnel dug out to a full 15yds, but I won't know until I can borrow a laser range finder.
I selected a single action army with which to shoot at hitler, because that seemed somehow... correct, and it was the only 22 I happen to have with me.
It was smoky as heck, I am going to need to install some ventilation. I only ran through 18 shots. Started out shooting high, then low, then with the last 6 I started dialing it in. This gun was certainly sighted for a 6 o'clock hold.
I might be running a surprisingly high grade fever, and I may have struggled to shovel out my driveway this morning, and I might be in a ridiculous amount of debt I don't want to consider in my less then entirely lucid state... but it was still a pretty good day.
God Bless Montana!
God Bless the USA!


I've been running a fever for a few days now, cooped up in the basement... well cooped, I mean, this is the basement view as of this morning:


so not exactly cooped up. But I'm not doing so well with this virus/flu/cold/plague thing. Been trying to avoid going upstairs, don't want to infect the wife.
Today I decided that even without proper ventilation... or all my guns here... I was going to put rounds some down that magical range hole in my basement.
So I set my vintage 1970s intercom system to pipe Rush Limbaugh into my gun room (and throughout the house). And garbed only in my underwear and my $2 (I love garage sales) Orvis Cardigan:

(because really, who doesn't want to shoot in their underwear? but it is slightly cold... you know, Montana in February).
I set about working the little sled thing to send the target of Hitler down to the end of the pipe:
[ame]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K21d-EUVYc4[/ame]
Eventually when I got the sled as far down as it would go:

About 40ft at that point, my measuring tape only goes to 35 feet and it caps out before the sled does, and the sled can't get all the way down to the end. I think he had the tunnel dug out to a full 15yds, but I won't know until I can borrow a laser range finder.
I selected a single action army with which to shoot at hitler, because that seemed somehow... correct, and it was the only 22 I happen to have with me.


It was smoky as heck, I am going to need to install some ventilation. I only ran through 18 shots. Started out shooting high, then low, then with the last 6 I started dialing it in. This gun was certainly sighted for a 6 o'clock hold.

I might be running a surprisingly high grade fever, and I may have struggled to shovel out my driveway this morning, and I might be in a ridiculous amount of debt I don't want to consider in my less then entirely lucid state... but it was still a pretty good day.
God Bless Montana!
God Bless the USA!
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