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I need go no further with my savage 110 in .270
thanks to multiple people here I have found my pet load and see no reason to change anything.
it was a wonderful morning. we had a last chance weekend day to hit the range and the weather was about to change. actually it did to some extent.
the drive east to the range was nothing short of inspiring with the sunrise bouncing off the flat bottom clouds giving me hope and tranquility. a fresh thermos and all the time I need were dispatched with love from the wife as she somehow knew what was on my mind. I was determined to prove this rifle was worth more than scrap metal. I watched the weather reports for 3 days in sheer anticipation. Friday night they predicted with usual accuracy it would be 29* with a slight SW breeze then in about noon a cold front will roll in bringing high winds. man, they were right again.
I unloaded the car and set up at the 100 yard bench. "take your time buddy", I told myself. 2 other guys were there but over at the 25 yd working with handguns so I had absolutely no pressure at all. God I love mornings! the best time of the day. all my gear laid out I set up targets and casually loaded the magazine with the first of three groups of 3 shots. crosshairs lined up with the 48.8gr. loads gave me shots that would be sufficient enough to take just about any large game I could come across. then as I moved on to 55 gr it got better and when I took those 15 minutes to squeeze off the final 3 loads of 55.2 gr. I was highly impressed.
I no longer have trade fodder but instead a rifle I wouldn't hesitate to take with me on any hunt imaginable. as I put away the spotting scope and headed down range to retrieve targets I noticed the wind had already picked up. what was a very light breeze had transformed into a 20 mph oncoming crosswind. when I got to the target board I was overcome with sheer joy. my rifle has proven itself to me and I highly doubt it will ever leave my stable..
normally I wouldn't write up such a lengthy range report but this junk turned treasure along with the long ordeal to get to this makes me so full of spirit I feel compelled. the thing is like my truck. beat up, scratched, and rough around the edges but willing and able to do it's job when called upon. I think I may give her a name, maybe even share the same one as my truck and boat. Delilah (as in Jonny Paycheck songs)
oh yeah, this thread is worthless without at least one pic
thanks to multiple people here I have found my pet load and see no reason to change anything.
it was a wonderful morning. we had a last chance weekend day to hit the range and the weather was about to change. actually it did to some extent.
the drive east to the range was nothing short of inspiring with the sunrise bouncing off the flat bottom clouds giving me hope and tranquility. a fresh thermos and all the time I need were dispatched with love from the wife as she somehow knew what was on my mind. I was determined to prove this rifle was worth more than scrap metal. I watched the weather reports for 3 days in sheer anticipation. Friday night they predicted with usual accuracy it would be 29* with a slight SW breeze then in about noon a cold front will roll in bringing high winds. man, they were right again.
I unloaded the car and set up at the 100 yard bench. "take your time buddy", I told myself. 2 other guys were there but over at the 25 yd working with handguns so I had absolutely no pressure at all. God I love mornings! the best time of the day. all my gear laid out I set up targets and casually loaded the magazine with the first of three groups of 3 shots. crosshairs lined up with the 48.8gr. loads gave me shots that would be sufficient enough to take just about any large game I could come across. then as I moved on to 55 gr it got better and when I took those 15 minutes to squeeze off the final 3 loads of 55.2 gr. I was highly impressed.
I no longer have trade fodder but instead a rifle I wouldn't hesitate to take with me on any hunt imaginable. as I put away the spotting scope and headed down range to retrieve targets I noticed the wind had already picked up. what was a very light breeze had transformed into a 20 mph oncoming crosswind. when I got to the target board I was overcome with sheer joy. my rifle has proven itself to me and I highly doubt it will ever leave my stable..
normally I wouldn't write up such a lengthy range report but this junk turned treasure along with the long ordeal to get to this makes me so full of spirit I feel compelled. the thing is like my truck. beat up, scratched, and rough around the edges but willing and able to do it's job when called upon. I think I may give her a name, maybe even share the same one as my truck and boat. Delilah (as in Jonny Paycheck songs)
oh yeah, this thread is worthless without at least one pic
