I recently had a Vortex Strike Eagle 1-8 put on my AR. S&W M&P Sporter II. Grabbed it and went out today to sight it in at 36 yards. Crappy weather, windy day, but what the heck.
Breezy as all get out; torso target and the plastic uprights kept rocking forward as wind was coming from 12 o’clock. Temp was in low 40s, but windchill made it much colder. Broken clouds with me laying prone on damp to muddy ground. Rested AR on range bag; too low. Took off Filson tin cloth jacket, rolled it up and put that on top of range bag. Settled in, (yay for fleece jackets and warm base layers) found my cheek weld, got good eye relief and crosshairs on target, butt in shoulder pocket, wrapped offhand around mag well, pulled rifle tight, then worked on my breathing and prepared to pull the trigger.
Thought to myself “you know, this is my happy place.” Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy shooting handguns. Especially DA/SA pistols. But there’s something almost magical about shooting a rifle.
Took less than 10 shots to get the AR zeroed. Three clicks to move POI to left; elevation was already dead on. I’ve never chewed out the center of a bull’s eye before, but actually did it. Then it was death to tin cans everywhere.
Pulled scope as it’s on a quick release. Repeated process for irons. Few clicks to move POI to right; again elevation was fine. Took about a dozen shots to get irons dialed, then more tin cans getting riddled.
Finally, started on the last victim with irons. After ten shots, I put the scope back on and kept aiming at the same spot until this symbol of fall fell.
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Breezy as all get out; torso target and the plastic uprights kept rocking forward as wind was coming from 12 o’clock. Temp was in low 40s, but windchill made it much colder. Broken clouds with me laying prone on damp to muddy ground. Rested AR on range bag; too low. Took off Filson tin cloth jacket, rolled it up and put that on top of range bag. Settled in, (yay for fleece jackets and warm base layers) found my cheek weld, got good eye relief and crosshairs on target, butt in shoulder pocket, wrapped offhand around mag well, pulled rifle tight, then worked on my breathing and prepared to pull the trigger.
Thought to myself “you know, this is my happy place.” Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy shooting handguns. Especially DA/SA pistols. But there’s something almost magical about shooting a rifle.
Took less than 10 shots to get the AR zeroed. Three clicks to move POI to left; elevation was already dead on. I’ve never chewed out the center of a bull’s eye before, but actually did it. Then it was death to tin cans everywhere.
Pulled scope as it’s on a quick release. Repeated process for irons. Few clicks to move POI to right; again elevation was fine. Took about a dozen shots to get irons dialed, then more tin cans getting riddled.
Finally, started on the last victim with irons. After ten shots, I put the scope back on and kept aiming at the same spot until this symbol of fall fell.
