On Tuesday, I ventured back out to the range. I knew it wasn't going to be an incredibly serious range day. My father-in-law and I were performing a bit of an experiment. We had loaded his brass for his H&K Model 91 to a similar recipe as my Remington 700 feeling that if the 700 liked it, and the H&K would tolerate it with decent groups, we would have only one .308 recipe of importance to remember. Turns out, the H&K liked it just fine.
In the meantime, we set a target out at 400 yards since that was the maximum on the particular range we were on. I spent a box of rounds trying to hit the long range on a half-size man-size target and grew increasingly frustrated at the fact that no one piece of spotting optics we had with us were capable of seeing a hole in a tiny target at that particular range. Have you any idea how hard it is to adjust dial-up when you have no idea where the bullet is striking?
Eventually, I grew so tired of the unknown that I put my wife behind the trigger. There was just enough humidity in the air that with the Kowa spotting scope we could watch the bullet's trace. I was able to see where the military sniper belief that the more experienced shooter is the spotter in a sniper team. I was able to watch the trace and adjust the scope based on impact.
While it wasn't my best day on the range, really nothing of interest to speak of, I was contented by the fact that I did come away with a new understanding of a process. Next time, I won't be so quick to spend a box of shells before making that call. Two to three shots, whether you can see the holes placed on the paper, or whether you have to watch the spiraling air current, are all it takes to get enough of a sight adjustment to place your shots where they belong.
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