My 270 belonged to a late Uncle and was given to me by my cousin. When we were kids my aunt wanted to shoot it. He had two soda bottles sitting around 150 yards in the back field of my grandparents place. She sits down and uses the fence as a rest.
"Can you see them?"
"Yeah"
"Shoot the one on the left"
"Ok"
*boom*
"I think I got it"
"Eh, you hit the one on the right......"
That was some funny schit. Maybe it was drift? 270,30-06, blah, blah who gives a phuqq.
Same schit, over and over and over. Grin, GFY, bless somebody's window licking sugar tits.....
