‘Nother sample of one from a few weeks ago:
Grandson loaded 185 Bergers in his .308 and practiced to 500 yards for an alpine bear hunt.
Spotted a large boar at 400 one evening that fed out of sight before he could shoot so he and his partner sneaked closer, trying to spot the bear. In an amoeba shaped clearing suddenly grandson looked left and the bear was staring at him from 15 yards away. Bang, dead bear, recovered bullet weighed 32 grains.
Y’all carry on but that kind of high frangibility ain’t my thing.
