OK, it's off topic but I don't care.Creedmoor more so than dead frog.
If airguns count, when I was ~12 I set up an old, thick Coke bottle on a fence about 15 yards away. I pumped up my Benjamin .22 pellet rifle and shot it. The bottle didn't break but the pellet bounced straight back and thumped me square in the sternum.Was twirling my Red Rider BB rifle on my finger.
I was smoothing the trigger on my Sigma and I didn't see it but a spring took off, I was at my kitchen table. When I started to assemble the gun I couldn't find the spring. I took the kitchen garbage can and emptied the contents on a piece of plastic, found it!Replacing a 686 rear sight blade over carpet. That detent was sure tiny and launched with the force of a thousand suns. I just sat there and said to myself: “yeah you just decided to change that out over carpet you butthole”.
To everyone’s surprise I didn’t find the detent. Ordered a new one.
If this story is boring as it likely is because it doesn’t involve an nd or hurting myself, try reading it with Morgan Freeman’s voice in your head.
Creedmore is how I shot, Dead Frog looked dangerous to me. Ps I'd forgotten about the names, thanks.OK, it's off topic but I don't care.
It always bugged the ever-lovin' shit out of me that Creedmoor was named Creedmoor. The actual, historic Creedmoor rifle matches from the 1870s were shot from positions that were more like (sometimes exactly like) Dead Frog.
If history and logic prevailed -
- Dead Frog would be named Creedmoor,
- Creedmoor would be named Sidewinder, and
- Sidewinder would be named "I want to shoot my toe off!"