Here's my favorite story about my K2:
The first hunt it went on was for caribou in Canada's Northwest Territories. After several plane flights arrived in camp, and with all the other hunters did the standard scope-check, shooting at a 100-yard target from a pretty good benchrest, for that far north.
I'd take rifle apart to put it inside a take-down case (one reason I bought it)--scope, forend, barrel, action/buttstock. Put them together and my first shot landed 2" high from the aiming point on the target, which is exactly where it landed back home in Montana. I started to rise from the benchrest seat, but the head guy who ran the camp said, "One shot's not enough."
So I sat down and shot again, and the second bullet cut the hole. I said, "Is that good enough?" He didn't say anything....
