Some days at the range, yay can't hit the broad side of a barn. Other days, you can't miss. Friday morning, a buddy who is an outstanding shooter was at the range. He was shooting a scoped rifle, and I asked him what he was shooting at, because he didn't seem to be hitting anything I could see. He said to go look through the spotting scope, because there were some plastic beverage containers, clay birds and ping pong balls out at 100 yards.
I looked and saw them, and then sat at a bench with my stock (except for new BX trigger) 10/22 with open sights. With my first three shots, I hit a 32 oz. beverage bottle, a clay bird, and a ping pong ball.
Of course, the next two days, Saturday and Sunday, it was back to normal. However... for that one shining moment, I was deadly accurate with my trusty Ruger.
