Wooooo- wee were the conditions a challenge at today's match. Wind was blowing about 30 mph and then gusting and changing direction at the same time for the entire match. Today was the VT match with round gongs hung at 100, 150, 200, and 300 yds and 2 offhand shots at meerkats set at 400.
I started out by loading 0.5 gr more than I normally load for my Springfield. Gray hair, ya'know. So, I went there thinking I might struggle to get on the target if it was tough to spot misses. Got lucky and started at 150 yds. Took the top off the berm with the first two shots. Walked it down and after finding center, ended up shooting clean. 200 required that I use every inch of the target. It was starting to look like that extra half grain of powder was helping me buck the wind a bit better. Shot clean on those as well.
My poor partner Steve could not get his ammo to chamber. He was using brand new Lapua brass and two weeks ago it gave him fits. I had expected he would full length resize all the cases. I never looked closely to see where it was bucking his efforts to chamber at that time. The fix today was to hammer the bolt closed. Yeah, I know, sounds bad. But he would chamber the round but it would miss going home by just a tad so I would whack the back of the bolt with a hunk of 2x4 and he could close the bolt. My guess is out of the 60 rounds he fired, I had to hit the bolt for about 50 of them. He also had two dud primers. Just was not his day. But I kept him from getting frustrated, told him it was truly a team sport today and he cleaned the first two targets as well.
When we got to 300, I shot two distinct groups on the target, one in the 2:00 area and the other at 8:00. And this was with making both scope adjustments and hold corrections for every shot. I managed to shoot clean and earned every one of those suckers. Steve shot a similiar pattern to mine. Unfortunately, he put on in the dirt at 9:00. He had really bad arthritis in his trigger finger and it hinders him making a clean break every time.
Then we got to the 100 yd targets. I think my late buddy and former member here John was looking down and chuckling. The wind turned into a gale and just getting ON the target was a challenge. But, we diligently called the conditions and at 100 yds there were no mystery winds that we could not read. We both shot clean.
Then came the meerkats. We both took our turns getting scope settings off the bench. It took forever. We could rarely see the hits in the berm. I went thru the rest of my sighters until I only had 2 left for the match shots. I had shots impact 2 to 3 feet either side of the target WHEN Steve could see them. We could see all the bullet holes in the dirt. The challenge was seeing the new hole appear as the dirt was very wet. No explosions, just holes, small holes, in the dirt. Steve ended up shooting up the remainder of his ammo because he did not want to mess with pulling bullets and dumping powder. He got close a few times. But where the other shots went is anyone's guess. With all the guys on the firing line, there was only 1 hit on the sighting, meerkat swinger.
When it came time to take the 2 shots, we went one at a time, shooting offhand. I was the 3 shooter and knocked my first one over. Damn! If I hit the other one, I'll get a gold meerkat pin for the shooting box and shoot a perfect total score for the first time. But there was no joy in Mudville today, my friends. My bullet went low and left.
Then Steve, who has struggled all day with his ill-fitting ammo and who has a really bad back and admits he can't shoot offhand anymore, takes on his .32-40 that he just got back today, breech seats a round and hits that first meerkat right in the neck. It's the first time he's ever gotten a meetkat. When they dug thru the box of pins at the end of the shoot, there was only 1 meerkat left so we gave it to Steve. He left with a big grin on his face. I'm sure when he gets home, he'll be full length resizing his new cases. Oh, I forgot to mentions. While they were out painting targets between relays, I grabbed my calipers and started checking his fired brass and loaded cartridges. I thought that perhaps the neck wall was thicking on the Lapua brass. But nope, it was 0.015. I then measured the neck on a measured case and compared it to a fired case and both were 0.346". So, I took one of his loaded cartridges and painted it with a Sharpie all around the neck and shoulder and half-way down the case. He chambered it and I had to hammer the bolt closed. He fired and when he ejected it, it was clear that it had hit on the shoulder. So, he needs to push those shoulders back.
Next week is a .22 match so he 's got two weeks to crank out some good ammo. Although I suspect he'll be shooting the .32-40 in then next centerfire match. He was happy as a clam with his new breech seater and bullet tray. And I also removed the ejector assembly from the rifle so it only extracts now, which makes thing easier for him.