The forstock was a piece of scrap wood with nail holes.
I was building a number of rifles very fast just before hunting season.

That one got to the long range targets looking half done, but shot the lights out at 400 yards with 115 gr Nos bal tips.

It aced out the good looking rifles I built and shot 4 deer that year.


There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -Ernest Hemingway
The man who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.-- Edward John Phelps