Infinite Jester
Navy Veteran
My wife has a coworker at the hospital that we've kind of adopted. He's a 30 year old single guy from Florida that moved up here to work as a surgical tech. He's a good kid, and he comes around on weekends when my wife does her best home cooking. Saturday morning he called me to tell me he just picked up a 300 Win Mag. He knows I'm pretty decent with zeroing scopes, so we head over to the range. No Bueno. The local small town cops were training. Decided we'd go on Sunday. Yesterday we head over around 1, and being a quiet, no-frills country range, we had the rifle range to ourselves. Now I don't hunt, so my taste in firearms run 5.56 and 7.62. Lined up the shot at 100 yds, pulled the trigger, and it felt like my wife's horse kicked my shoulder. He brought a box of 20 rounds, but I think I got the glass zeroed in with the least amount of shots possible. He took over and after about 10 rounds was done for the day. I made him promise to take a selfie with the bruise he would have today. We switched to my less painful toys for the rest of the afternoon. He dropped me off and hung around talking till my wife invited him to stay for the Caldo Verde with Beef Shank and Chorizo she made.
My take? You guys that shoot those big hunting rounds are tough bastards. I'm 6', 185lbs and in great shape, but the 300 Win Mag is a beast.
My take? You guys that shoot those big hunting rounds are tough bastards. I'm 6', 185lbs and in great shape, but the 300 Win Mag is a beast.