Same planet, different world
Joe and I prepped 800 rounds for the rifle we use for press.
Under 30 rounds were fired in something like 4 hours of trigger time.
They still connected with targets at 400+ yards; the third shot was a hit for one that had never fired a rifle at something that far away before.
Less-than-good times involved having to get between two sets of people that no longer get along; I wonder if stress caused by this argument is the source of my gastric distress this weekend.
Regardless, the river is rushing by my balcony and I can’t get back to sleep; maybe time to clean another rifle? It’s been great seeing two of my three kids this weekend, which makes all the hassle worth it.