bmcgilvray
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Spent the past weekend in the wilds of deep southwest Texas with my brother-in-law and nephew.
Part of the fun entailed shooting high powered rifles of all sorts down into a deep canyon at rocks at all distances out to 500 yards.
Leave it to me to press my ever faithful Model 10 Heavy Barrel from 1971 into service.
My B-I-L put his range finder on a pair of rocks to find that they were 325 yards out. A piece of cake with the rifles, they scorned the .38 Special. The wind was so high I could scarcely discern the puffs of dust kicked up by the 158 grain bullets but I saw a few ... nowhere near the target rocks.
A basketball sized rock at 125 yards was no trick though once it was determined how much to hold over. Dumping bullets right on it was easy from a sitting position, resting one's arms on his knees.
In the bottom photo the two torso-sized rocks may just be discerned to the left of the juniper bush above the rock face with the vertical fissure. The white splash seen on the rock face is from bullet strikes from several shooting sessions.
Part of the fun entailed shooting high powered rifles of all sorts down into a deep canyon at rocks at all distances out to 500 yards.
Leave it to me to press my ever faithful Model 10 Heavy Barrel from 1971 into service.
My B-I-L put his range finder on a pair of rocks to find that they were 325 yards out. A piece of cake with the rifles, they scorned the .38 Special. The wind was so high I could scarcely discern the puffs of dust kicked up by the 158 grain bullets but I saw a few ... nowhere near the target rocks.
A basketball sized rock at 125 yards was no trick though once it was determined how much to hold over. Dumping bullets right on it was easy from a sitting position, resting one's arms on his knees.


In the bottom photo the two torso-sized rocks may just be discerned to the left of the juniper bush above the rock face with the vertical fissure. The white splash seen on the rock face is from bullet strikes from several shooting sessions.