The installation instructions were mimeographed on a machine from Hitler's bunker. Several generations of copying later, it could not be read, until one day, Keplinger's dog peed on the instructions. Keplinger held the paper up to the light, and said, "Good enough for Brownells!"
Then I took this picture and included some text.
Then I took this pic.
Then in 2007 I lost the 223 rifle somewhere near Bonanza Oregon in a snowstorm.
Hitler's curse was back.
Then I bought .223 V..... it does not seem to need the Keplinger.