Well after 10 weeks of trying to get some photo's posted I think I've finally figured it out....actually my neighbor got tired of me hounding him & he figured it out! I've used a few adjectives over this little deal that haven't been used around my place for years, some of them are probably still bouncing off the walls.
One of my life long buddies, the one that shot the bull moose with my Harton 480 has been visiting me for a week & we fired a lot of ammo, he had some new toys he wanted to try out & we took every advantage of the 65-75 degree weather.
Everyday we rode into the high desert country around Wickenburg, Arizona, sniping at rocks, jackrabbits, paper & steel. When he left, his truck was a lot lighter than it was when he got here. New handguns are a lot of fun, I even had a new to me OM flattop 7 1/2" 44 maggie, compliments of good pal Robb Barnes, to say that I'm happy would be a gross understatement, I've wanted one all my life. These things are as scarce as an empty stomach on Fermin or Hoover!
My very first shot out of the little jewel landed right in the middle of a cantaloupe sized rock at 137 yds, I was as love struck as a bull elk in september.
Brent & his son Clint were shooting really good, Clint has almost zero experience with a big sixgun but he took to it like Callshot after a huckleberry milkshake. In 2 hours I had them shooting out to 250 yds & making several solid hits on rocks.
Much too early Brent had to leave to go back & shovel his driveway in Idaho, but he'll be back in 2 weeks & we'll start all over again, Yippee!
Brent, his son Clint & the Croc master.
You can do some serious long range work with a back stop like we had.
Anyone notice this hole in the rock!
And a few pair of stocks I've just finished up, some really killer walnut.
Holding the gun of my dreams, one of the ultra rare 7 1/2" flattops in 44 maggie, made in 1959, it will need a new pair of pants, these don't fit my hands at all, perhaps another piece of Turkish Walnut.
Dick
