I do my damned best to align my scopes by eye and when I think I have got the retacal pretty damn level, my shooting buddy, who has an uncanny sense of "level-or-not-ness", takes one look through my scope and says, "Your scope's canted". I'm in for one.
Same exact thing here!
I used to tell him he was canted but I always had to admit he was right after the SOB left!
The Chosin Few November to December 1950, Korea. I'm not one of the Chosin Few but no more remarkable group of Americans ever existed.
