Suns Out, Guns Out
Looking out over the green hills of Tyrone and across the valley, the steel plates lay nestled among the rushes dancing in the flickering sunshine. There wasn’t a breathe of wind at the firing point as firing sticks in all sorts of calibres lined out. On show we had .260 ackley improved, .300 win mag, .308, 6.5×47 and my own 6.5×55. This was going to be an eventful day and no doubt one that might involve a few chosen words as targets escape the crosshairs.
Going The Distance