Had a good time at the range yesterday morning! I had spent last weekend casting some roundballs to shoot some blackpowder and had brought along a few Mosins and my handloads run them through the monthly paces. Anyways, I'm finishing up at the blackpowder range, case up the Hawken and grabbed the mosins. I sauntered on over to the 100 yard rifle range. Several gentlemen were over there, two of them I had encountered on previous visits to the range. The one gentlemen is a benchrest junkie, in his early retirement years, and is an accomplished bench shooter, really into exotic wildcats and an absolute fountain of knowledge. So there I am, setting up my sandbags and I place the M-38, the Remington M91 in the rack... the 91/30 Tikka is still packed up in the trunk. A cease fire is called, and I walk downrange and place my targets. I look over to the target to my immediate left..this guy was shooting 6mm PPC into clover-leafs, I mean, incredible groups. So I set up and start firing the M-38. Shoot about 30. I felt that "Hey, someone is looking at you" feeling.. and it was the old guy, glassing my target with his spotting scope. A cease fire was called, and I found myself walking downrange with the benchrester. Instead of changing his target, he walked over to mine. It looked about what I expected.. I had a small fist punched through the center of it, with one flyer. He says something to the effect of "**** fine, son... whatever you're doing right, don't change it." I was beaming. I had always assumed these guys were just snobs. We get back up to the shooting line, and even offered me the use of his very expensive Oehler chronograph. I very graciously accepted his offer and he even gave me a print out of the data on my strings of shots and the next thing you know I had three guys talking to me that I had seen before, but never really took the time to talk to. I see them with their expenive cars and rifles... and I suppose I'm a bit shy. But on the drive home that day, it occurred to me that maybe I ought to loosen up a bit, and come to grips with the fact.... that had God intended everyone to be perfect, we'd all own Mosin-Nagants!!!!!