Last summer I about threw the darn thing across the room from frustration trying to get the reticle leveled. This summer I swore I would not fire a shot from another rifle until I had the Cooper at the range working on a load. Well, I finally did it (mostly
).Since it's been pretty slow around here, instead of just posting the final results I'll write the whole gory tale a bit at a time, just so everyone will have a good reason to drop in here and hang out.
Even if the reason is just to laugh at me.
The good news is that I finally, grudgingly, shelled out the cash to buy a digital camera, so there will be pictures as soon as I get a photobucket account and figure out how to do the whole camera -> computer -> internet sequence.
The bad news is that I did not fire a shot at a varmint all summer. The enormous, fat groundhog living in my landlord's barn about 75 yards away doesn't bother to run when I come outside.
The last time I mowed the lawn for the year, the stupid thing didn't even run when I started the lawn mower. 
I feel so ashamed.Stay tuned...
BTW, what does a ground hog look like? I have never seen one out here on the left coast. All I know is that if they see their shadow on Groundhog Day, it spells another six weeks of winter....or is it the other way around?
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