Thank goodness, after four days of manic bingeing, BIG MIKE passed out on the floor just after midnight; we were able to remedicated and return him to the dungeon, where, hopefully, he'll stay, at least, until the vernal equinox.

As Mr. Cribbs  points out, one could do worse than a 250-19x, so I'll have to agree, that the "magic combination" employed in and around LaGrande, OR seems to work well for those whose tastes run toward masochism, thus enjoy the sensations inflicted by recoil! ;) Thouh he's  inclined to "show off" (Larry post such scores REGULARLY, therefore, believes it to be "EASY"!), I must admit that Mr. Cribbs seems to have figured out how to make a model "A" competitive! ;)

Even more seriously, Mike, ya could do a LOT worse than a .308 . . . at the moment, I just can't think of how! ;) Happy Holidays, R.G.