My buddy and I shoot each week at 300 yards at our range in the FLorida Panhandle. Just for the heck of it, last Thursday I glued two golf balls to tees and put one on top of each target holder.
At the end of the session we went for them. My buddy shot first and missed with his last seven rounds. My turn. I shot twice and missed but then on my third shot I got mine. It went flying. I then aimed at his and, BAM, it went flying.
Two in a row. I bet I couldn' do that again!
My buddy was shooting 300 Win Mag with a 208 grain Amax scoped with a Shepard 18X. I was shooting my 1952 (beautiful) Model 70 in 270 with a 150 grain SST scoped with a Nikon 4x12x40BDC.
Strange, though. I would have thought the balls would have been destroyed but when we got down there and I picked them up, each one had a 3/4 inch round hole in them about an inch deep. Whatever they put in them must be hard as hell.
At the end of the session we went for them. My buddy shot first and missed with his last seven rounds. My turn. I shot twice and missed but then on my third shot I got mine. It went flying. I then aimed at his and, BAM, it went flying.
Two in a row. I bet I couldn' do that again!
My buddy was shooting 300 Win Mag with a 208 grain Amax scoped with a Shepard 18X. I was shooting my 1952 (beautiful) Model 70 in 270 with a 150 grain SST scoped with a Nikon 4x12x40BDC.
Strange, though. I would have thought the balls would have been destroyed but when we got down there and I picked them up, each one had a 3/4 inch round hole in them about an inch deep. Whatever they put in them must be hard as hell.