Thought I'd get out for a few hours this morning at one of my permissions & deal with the ground squirrels there. Was checking zero on my FX Boss & as (almost) always my 1st 3 shots were through the center of the bullseye. My gun was on a Caldwell Dead Shot tripod that I use for that purpose. Turned my back for a second when a strong gust of wind somehow knocked everything over. My guns are pristine even though they've been through a number of years in the field with me. First thing I thought of was that its beautiful stock had gotten marred but I realized when it fell it landed (on rock) on the windage turret of my Sidewinder! F**k ME!!. Took a shot at my zero targets & she was shooting 10 feet to the left & 4 feet down! OH NO, OH NO, OH NOOOOO!!!!! I can't afford a new Sidewinder (absolutely LOVE that scope). I can't afford ANYTHING truth be told. You have to understand, that setup & I have become "ONE". I can always depend on it to ALWAYS give me what I need if I'm doing MY part. Spent two hours unmounting & remounting the scope numerous times & could not get things right. Finally the last time mounting it, a miniscule little pebble dropped from the tightening "jaws" of my front scope ring. When I took a shot I was 1 inch to the right of the bullseye, a couple clicks, next 3 shots through the same hole, just what I've come to expect & LOVE! Really thought I'd screwed the Pooch for good on my setup. SOOO glad it's back to normal. I just had to vent. Was REALLY surprised at how this affected me emotionally. Guess my relationship with my guns is deeper than I'd thought. Felt for a couple hours like a best friend died.
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