My day at the range...
Took Winchester and Remington to the range today. Six trucks there when I drove in. Headed to the archery ranges instead so that Winchester and Remington could get some quality time. Remington is a running fool, lean and lanky and more or less out of control when he is moving fast. IQ in the low minus numbers. He must have put on a couple of miles checking every gopher hole on the property. Winchester stays closer, he is not built for speed. He is very obedient and cute and cuddly. Winchester can outdo any cat as far as cuddling and attention-demanding goes - no-one can work a crowd like this guy. Matter of fact he reminds me of a loaf of bread with four little legs and a very cute face. After about twelve "Pees" each, plus flushing one significant flock of sparrows and even one sharptail grouse, the boys headed back to the van. Sloshed down a small thermos of water and went to sleep in their private seat in the back.
Drove over to the rifle range, still six trucks. Spent about two solid hours cleaning the 6.5-284 and .325 WSM - yesterday's gale winds had pretty much dirtied them up. The Cooper had exactly 100 rounds through its barrel and I was wondering how quickly it would clean up. About eight patches, five passes with the brush, two more patches and - no sign of copper. The Mike Rock barrel on the .325 has become one of my easiest barrels to clean - only 50 rounds through it but it was done in only five patches, five passes with the brush and two more wet-ones. I use TM Solution, it is doing a super job. Only problem is that the 16 ounce bottles seem to run dry awful quick - must be shooting more since I started using it. Cleaned the lug recesses, rails and even took the M-70 bolt apart and cleaned the gorf out of it. Brush the bolt faces, get a bit of brass filings out of the extractor area, wipe the dust off the rest of the bolt-body. Little bit of grease on the lugs and leverage location on the bolt handles, wipe down with an oily patch, clean the black stuff off the crown, Dry the bores, use the chamber mop to get it dry, no oil since I will shoot them tomorrow in all likelihood. Wipe the barrel, receiver, Badgers, trigger guards with the oily patch, insert the bolts and put the rigs into the soft cases. Scope lenses are a mess but forgot the lens cleaning kit, that will be a tomorrow-job.
By then the trucks had left and Winchester and Remington were wired. Down the range this time, Remington blasting out to the 150 yard mark in about 2.7 seconds, Winchester wanted his ears scratched before he took-off down the range like a little four mile an hour loaf of bread. Couple of whizzes, check out a few gopher holes, couple of old dog turds, rush through the tall grass to see how many burrs can be picked up and back to the van - need a drink. Ready to go back to the city.
Not sure who enjoyed this fine Indian-Summer day more, me or our two little dogs.
ps Winchester and Remington don't really like guns - tend to crawl under a chair when the guncases start moving toward the door. But they really enjoy going to the range - as long as nobody is shooting...