When I went back up to Riverton to visit the family last weekend, my mom said she’d run into an old friend of mine, Bob, who said he had a subject for one of my radio shows. So I called him up as quickly as I could, because he always used to have good tips and ideas for me.
I haven’t seen him for years, though. He used to run the gas station I always filled up at, but since he sold the place, and I moved to Cheyenne, I haven’t had many opportunities to run into him. I was glad to get his number so I can mine him for great information anytime I want now.
Even though it’s been years since we talked to each other, when he answered the phone, we immediately picked up right where we left off years ago, as though we hadn’t gone years without catching up. And he got right to the point on the tip he said he had for me.
He asked if I shoot high-powered rifles, and I said, “of course I do. I’m a native-born Wyomingite. I think it’s a condition of nativehood.”
He then asked if I am getting more leery of the higher calibers the older I get. I had to admit that I am. I used to think nothing of shooting box after box of ammo through a 7 Mag, but the older I get, the more I think twice when I’m about to pull that trigger.
He said, “just get one of those old ratchet straps you have rolling around in the bed of your pickup, and run the strap around the butt of that rifle, then hook the hooks over the front edge of your shooting table.”
Bingo. Recoil tamed. Better than any Lead Sled, and more effective than the best muzzle break you can get.
I need to make sure I talk to Bob more often than every 10 years.
