Creepy title, right? Don’t worry, we’re not going to get paranormal at all. I’m just going to make a small observation.
When dad died last year, I inherited a few of his rifles and all of his pistols. Among them was a Savage Mark II bolt action .22. It was a nice little rifle with a scope, but I’ve got more than a few .22 rifles and didn’t need another. What I needed was a smaller .22 for the kids. I talked to my nephew and swapped him his Davey Crickett for the Savage. He got the better end of the deal, but I wanted him to have it.
We finally got the opportunity to shoot it a few weekends ago. He hadn’t shot in a long time, so we went through basic safety, then I showed him how to shoot the gun. For a guy who had never used a scope, he did okay.
Before I let him shoot, I took a crack at it. I don’t have pictures, but I was hitting low and to the left. My heart sank a little. I inherited my mom’s Remington Model 788 in .243 about fifteen years ago. My dad was the one who lined it in all those years back. It always shoots low and to the left and I’ve always just compensated for it instead of fixing it. I asked him about it when I got the gun and he said that the weight and stance of one shooter to the next would make a gun hit in slightly different spots for different people. Every gun I’ve ever shot that he lined in was low and to the left. The legacy endures, even where you aren’t expecting it to.
Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,
Mike, Oscar, Hotel….out.