This morning after work, I headed to the range to give Annie a workout. I didn’t bring the bench rest with me. I learned lots of things, which I have listed below, in no particular order.
I can’t hold the rifle steady to save my life, even with a bipod. 36X magnification drastically exaggerates even the tiniest of movements.
The eye relief window on my scope is VERY narrow.
After working all night, I can’t close one eye without making the eyelid on the other one flutter very badly. By the time I was able to get the eye relief right, I couldn’t keep the eye open long enough to make the shot. An eye patch may help this. I was able to make a few shots with both eyes open, but that presented its own set of challenges.
I need a slightly shorter stock in order to be more comfortable (and probably steadier) based on where my head has to be to see through the fucking scope.
I need to learn how to use and properly adjust the cheek weld apparatus built into the stock.
It doesn’t take long to shoot up well over $100 worth of .338 Lapua Magnum ammunition. Thirty rounds will do it. I shot thirty-five today.
Savage’s muzzle break is awesome. Perfect technique is not required. She just don’t kick. If I could afford to, I could easily shoot it all day long. Standing on either side is highly inadvisable, however.
Hitting the steel plate more than slightly off center with a .338 will knock the entire target, stand, and everything sideways. Or knock it completely down. If I keep shooting steel there, they’ll probably either take it down or mount it in cement.
Despite my difficulties on paper, I was still able to ring steel at both 200 yards and 300 yards consistently, with just the bipod for stability. In other words, don’t stand downrange, because I will hit you. I might blow your arm off, or I may hit center mass. Either way, I will hit you. And it will hurt. At least briefly.
A bad day at the range is better than a good day almost anywhere else. Notable exceptions include intimacy related activities.