It must have been in the thirties and I wore only a wool shirt with a light windbreaker. Brrr. The rangemaster loaned me a Seattle SeaHawk sweatshirt which helped and the ear muff hearing protectors kept the ears warmed.
Anyway, everything felt like ice. The rifle barrel, the adjustable powder measure, the range rod, the cap tin all were cold as heck and my hands quickly became numb. I had a lot of trouble placing the cap on the nipple. After five shots, I called it quits. It's snowing now, the barrel has been cleaned and I'm sitting by a fire. My admiration for the mountain men and 1700s frontiersmen has soared.
Anybody going to the Western Shoot at the Ben Avery Range next month? If you've been there before during March, what was the weather like?
Anyway, everything felt like ice. The rifle barrel, the adjustable powder measure, the range rod, the cap tin all were cold as heck and my hands quickly became numb. I had a lot of trouble placing the cap on the nipple. After five shots, I called it quits. It's snowing now, the barrel has been cleaned and I'm sitting by a fire. My admiration for the mountain men and 1700s frontiersmen has soared.
Anybody going to the Western Shoot at the Ben Avery Range next month? If you've been there before during March, what was the weather like?