Over the weekend I spent several hours helping J&H pack for their move, in return for which they gave me first crack at some stuff they didn’t want to keep or move. Much usefulness, including one ‘want.’
J bought this several years ago but the wind on his ridgetop blew it over, tearing its top cover and scratching a brand-new rifle and permanently traumatizing J – over the scratch. Since then it has bleached in the sun off in a corner and attracted occasional covetous glances from Uncle Joel. It needed some Gorilla tape to patch the tear and some WD-40, but other than that it’s in perfect shape.
Seems strange that as many years as we’ve had this range we’ve never built a shooting bench. I put it at the 100 yard line because that’s the most commonly used, but it’s portable enough we can move it back without a lot of hassle if we want to.
If one scratch traumatized J, he better never see my car.
To be fair, it scratched the living hell out of the rifle. I’d have been traumatized, too.