Cabin fever can cause you to do things you swore you wouldn't do, like shoot a forty+ year-old unfired Browning-Sako.
A year or two ago one of the good guys on this forum and I worked up a swap -- he got my 26" Finnbear and I got his unfired Browning Sako L461 .222 Magnum HB. Having way more varmint rifles than I can ever shoot, I decided I'd keep this pristine Browning just the way it came, indefinitely. Well, indefinitely came today.
Having loaded ammo for and shot just about every rifle in my safe during this down time (I have my own range on my ranch so didn't have to leave home), my ADHD finally got the best of me, so yesterday evening I mounted a 4.5x14 Leupold on the fine little Browning, checked its action screws, and gave its bore a swabbing.
I had two hundred bright, shiny and brand new Nosler .222 Mag cases to devote exclusively to it, so I ran a few of those through the neck sizer and loaded them with some 40 grain Nosler Varmageddons. When the sun came out around noon today I took everything down to the range, along with an Oehler 35 chronograph, and went about the delicate task of deflowering this little beauty. After bore sighting the first shot hit the 50 yard target just two inches high and two right. The correct number of clicks and the next shot landed dead center where the crosshairs met. The unadjusted trigger was breaking about 6 pounds, but was crisp, so I went ahead with my test.
Figuring I could now shoot for group, I moved to the 100 yard target. The day was muggy, but wind calm and no mirage. First shot went right in the aiming square. Next shot also right there. By the time I had fired five rounds I had a group of, as best I could measure it, only .333"! (See the LH target in the photo with the dime for perspective).
The velocities measured a just a bit lower than I wanted and pressure signs were nil, so I went back and loaded another five rounds with one more grain of powder. I also took the gun apart and adjusted the trigger. It didn't want to go below about 3.9 pounds, but that's ordinarily good enough. Several things delayed me, so by the time I got back out to the benchrest the wind had picked up to 12-15 MPH and better, quartering from my left with just a bit of mirage accompanying it. The slightly hotter loads scattered a bit in the wind and gave me a "disappointing" group of .60" (on the right with the penny for perspective.)
Now I'm feeling both shame and pride -- shame at having lost my will power and fired an unfired rifle, and pride at how great it shoots. I guess on balance it would be more of a sin to let such an accurate rifle sit for another half-century in the dark of a safe without its knowing the glory of the hunt. Now I can't help but feel sorry for all of the prairie dogs which will undoubtedly have their lives cut short due to the coronavirus quarantine.
A year or two ago one of the good guys on this forum and I worked up a swap -- he got my 26" Finnbear and I got his unfired Browning Sako L461 .222 Magnum HB. Having way more varmint rifles than I can ever shoot, I decided I'd keep this pristine Browning just the way it came, indefinitely. Well, indefinitely came today.
Having loaded ammo for and shot just about every rifle in my safe during this down time (I have my own range on my ranch so didn't have to leave home), my ADHD finally got the best of me, so yesterday evening I mounted a 4.5x14 Leupold on the fine little Browning, checked its action screws, and gave its bore a swabbing.
I had two hundred bright, shiny and brand new Nosler .222 Mag cases to devote exclusively to it, so I ran a few of those through the neck sizer and loaded them with some 40 grain Nosler Varmageddons. When the sun came out around noon today I took everything down to the range, along with an Oehler 35 chronograph, and went about the delicate task of deflowering this little beauty. After bore sighting the first shot hit the 50 yard target just two inches high and two right. The correct number of clicks and the next shot landed dead center where the crosshairs met. The unadjusted trigger was breaking about 6 pounds, but was crisp, so I went ahead with my test.
Figuring I could now shoot for group, I moved to the 100 yard target. The day was muggy, but wind calm and no mirage. First shot went right in the aiming square. Next shot also right there. By the time I had fired five rounds I had a group of, as best I could measure it, only .333"! (See the LH target in the photo with the dime for perspective).
The velocities measured a just a bit lower than I wanted and pressure signs were nil, so I went back and loaded another five rounds with one more grain of powder. I also took the gun apart and adjusted the trigger. It didn't want to go below about 3.9 pounds, but that's ordinarily good enough. Several things delayed me, so by the time I got back out to the benchrest the wind had picked up to 12-15 MPH and better, quartering from my left with just a bit of mirage accompanying it. The slightly hotter loads scattered a bit in the wind and gave me a "disappointing" group of .60" (on the right with the penny for perspective.)
Now I'm feeling both shame and pride -- shame at having lost my will power and fired an unfired rifle, and pride at how great it shoots. I guess on balance it would be more of a sin to let such an accurate rifle sit for another half-century in the dark of a safe without its knowing the glory of the hunt. Now I can't help but feel sorry for all of the prairie dogs which will undoubtedly have their lives cut short due to the coronavirus quarantine.