At last. Dead calm this moring. Brady (Grandson) and I went to the range on the back of the farm. V-Match first, 8.5X25 Mueller scope. Josh's homebrew reloads. Don't know his receipt. Now on the 400 yard target there are supposed to be 10 holes. I wrote flyer on one as a joke. 2 rounds I missed the paper. So I am not that good. My new glasses helped greatly.
__________________ If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen. ― Samuel Adams