I just got back from my annual Sierra Nevada trip, this time with the little brass 10/22. My trip started flying to Utah, driving from there into California, and, at the risk of offending all the Rocky Mountain fans, I must say I much prefer the beauty of the Sierra Nevada mountains. I went to school in Golden, Colorado and lived in Utah for a time, so I've had prolonged exposure to both. Sorry, I'll take the Sierras every time.
Squirrel season had not started yet (family issues determined the timing this year), so I simply shot pine cones, tree twigs, and other targets of opportunity, but I still had a great time consuming about 200 rounds of shorts. The rifle functioned flawlessly. I didn't really see any squirrels, anyway, and even the chipmunks, which usually outnumber the squirrels ten to one, were very few and far between. Maybe it is the drought in California. Also, some hikers leaving the area warned us about considerable bear activity and suggested we not carry any food with us. Interestingly, my wife, who accompanied me this time, was not concerned about the bears...since we had a rifle with us
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Some of the corny, posed pics are intended for my grandson to view years from now, possibly visiting the same area with the same rifle that will be his then.
Enjoy!
I managed to capture the reflection of a Ponderosa pine in the brass receiver:
Despite being unable to hunt squirrels this time, there is really nothing that compares to enjoying one's own handiwork amongst God's creations while breathing the cool mountain air and listening to the flow of a mountain stream.
After I got back, I noticed some tarnished finger prints in the brass receiver, so I think I will re-polish the receiver and other brass parts and apply some kind of coating.
As an aside, check out how Southwest handled my Browning gun case. Three corners were very badly dented, and one corner is actually torn. Our other suitcases were unscathed, so, methinks there was an anti-gun baggage handler somewhere along the way:
End of transmission.
TBR
Squirrel season had not started yet (family issues determined the timing this year), so I simply shot pine cones, tree twigs, and other targets of opportunity, but I still had a great time consuming about 200 rounds of shorts. The rifle functioned flawlessly. I didn't really see any squirrels, anyway, and even the chipmunks, which usually outnumber the squirrels ten to one, were very few and far between. Maybe it is the drought in California. Also, some hikers leaving the area warned us about considerable bear activity and suggested we not carry any food with us. Interestingly, my wife, who accompanied me this time, was not concerned about the bears...since we had a rifle with us
Some of the corny, posed pics are intended for my grandson to view years from now, possibly visiting the same area with the same rifle that will be his then.
Enjoy!











I managed to capture the reflection of a Ponderosa pine in the brass receiver:






Despite being unable to hunt squirrels this time, there is really nothing that compares to enjoying one's own handiwork amongst God's creations while breathing the cool mountain air and listening to the flow of a mountain stream.

After I got back, I noticed some tarnished finger prints in the brass receiver, so I think I will re-polish the receiver and other brass parts and apply some kind of coating.
As an aside, check out how Southwest handled my Browning gun case. Three corners were very badly dented, and one corner is actually torn. Our other suitcases were unscathed, so, methinks there was an anti-gun baggage handler somewhere along the way:

End of transmission.
TBR