Matt.Cross

Not sure what you mean, a picture might help. Soft case, hard case, what kind of case and what kind of rifle? If your case is adequately sized and configured correctly, there should be no issue.

Legs forward is the standard bipod configuration for precision rifles AFAIK, I've never seen otherwise.

Keep an eye on http://www.palmettostatearmory.com/ and sign up for their email list. They frequently have Federal Gold Medal Match in both 168 and 175 grain for $20 a box.

I couldn't help myself, I had to put it out there.... LOL

Now where did I put my wedding album?

Yeah Larry, that was unfair, the rest of us are midgets in comparison. Next time we're giving you kneepads and you'll have to crawl. Just sayin'.

1630 hours (1:30PM MST) We arrive at the AO and begin unpacking gear and setting up camp. Introductions are made all around, and preparations for live fire are made in short order. The fun begins with a timed fire pistol course with stationary and stationary reactive targets. It quickly becomes apparent that I'm way out of my element, but it's a whole lot of fun anyhow. I learn two interesting facts right off the bat: #1. Matt (JB Rep) is a former US Shooting team competitor. #2. Larry is a former IPSCA competitive shooter. No wonder I'm getting my ass handed to me! Still, shooting under a timer is so much fun, I don't care that I suck at it. It is definitely going to be a staple of the Fall Shoot. Pretty soon we added carbine ARs to the timed fire action, adding to the adrenaline, elation, and frustration and comedy of the timed fire events. Matt introduced his friend John to a couple of new weapon types he'd never shot before, and he proved surprisingly adept and comfortable for a newcomer. Pistol and carbine consume the remainder of daylight on Friday, Matt and John headed out after handshakes all around and reassurances that they wanted to be a part of our next event. As the sun began to sink below the nearby ridgeline, the shooting wound down as Tom began preparing supper. We feasted on green chili and beer brats and ice cold beer and soda, and sat around the fire telling stories until late in the night.

I want to say yes, but that's a slippery slope....

It's the least I could do for the man who dialed in my Barbie builds.

Sweet! Nice to see Fulton Armory selling SLR gas blocks along with their barrels, they pair up really nicely. It took maybe 5 minutes to get mine adjusted at the spring shoot.

1545 hours - We roll into the Maricopa Walmart for vital gear and supplies. It is discovered that their inventory as concerns rimfire ammo and deep cycle batteries is severely lacking. No matter, we improvise, adapt, and overcome. Between the Automotive and Grocery departments, no less than three decrepit old ladies meet their demise as hood ornaments on Tom's shopping cart. Alas, there is no time to pity the weak, we have an appointment to keep with the desert. Supplies in hand, we coordinate with Larry aka Lurch aka 392heminut, and make our ingress into the primary AO at ~1630 hours mission time.

Well, as usual you are correct. However, I am a working man and some concessions are going to have to be made in order to supply the detail this report deserves.

How much wiggle, in terms of total travel distance at the bottom of the mag from side to side? Half inch, a quarter, less?

Hold up there Hemingway, you of all people know you can't rush a good story!

Yeah, WTF gives man? We shot in the desert together bro, why is this the first I'm hearing about this? You got some 'splainin to do!

Really? You were there for all the rest... Well.... Except for the return flight, that is...!!! *dramatic music*

He had nerves of steel, I gotta give him that. Wasn't bothered at all by the noise and whatnot. Ballsy little feathered freak for sure.

~1300 hours mission time (10:00 MST) I land in Phoenix, none the worse for wear, text Tom and let him know I'm on the ground. He replies with the exfiltration plan once my gear is recovered. 1330 hours - After switching baggage reclaim carousels without the airline informing us, I retrieve my suitcase from the carousel and await the arrival of my Pelican case. It doesn't show. I text Tom. 1345 hours - I locate the AA baggage claim office, they have my case. I am informed that declared firearms usually are marked for pickup at the airline baggage claim office. Would've been nice to know that ahead of time, but I've got my gear now and it's all there. 1350 hours - Having arranged with Tom to be picked up near the originally indicated baggage claim, there is a comical exchange of frantic texts and phone calls as I try to determine which door in the terminal Tom should pick me up at. I end up running down the sidewalk chasing him as he heads to the door I have incorrectly directed him to. 1400 hours - Tom and I depart Phoenix Sky Harbor International and head towards Casa de Tacticat to commence logistical operations. Desert Tempest is rapidly becoming a viable undertaking, despite minor setbacks. 1430 hours - We are greeted at Casa de Tacticat by no other than the proprietor himself, Mr. Tacticat! He gets a rub from Tom, gives me an evil stare and a hiss. I laugh and offer him my hand to smell, he swats it disdainfully and walks away. 1445 hours - Tom and myself roll out to the RV storage unit to retrieve the Mobile Operations Command Center. It's hooked up and rolling in record time. 1530 (12:30 MST) - Mike, Matt (Justice Brothers Rep) and friend John, Tom, and myself commence loading the MOCC with the requisite supplies and gear for the imminent critical phase of Operation Desert Tempest. Gear is checked, and double checked. The all clear is given, and the crew goes mobile. The AO awaits!

I don't know what your twist is, but if it's 1:10 it'll really like both 168 and 175. Heavier stabilizes better in a 1:10 twist, 1:11.25 is much more forgiving with mil-surp, which is usually 147 - 155.

Welcome to the forums, we're glad to have you!

Match ammo really is that much better. It is consistent enough to eliminate ammo as the accuracy factor.

*clears throat and looks at script* *nervously* No... Unlike other commercial products, Rat-a-Tat doesn't cause irritation or personal discomfort. It's enduring lubricative quality will leave you feeling soothed and comfortable for far longer than competing products. *hesitates uncomfortably* None of that unpleasant..... warming... ...and... dripping. *glances up nervously and swallows* *looks at script again* Please see your nearest Justice Brothers representative for more information on this and other quality lubricants today. *looks up and smiles nervously as shot fades*

Friday, March 31st - 0500 Charlotte International Airport I arrived at the airport and encountered my first logistical challenge of the trip. I located a parking space in the extremely packed long term parking, but there were cars closely parked on either side, and my big-ass pelican case is in the rear seat of my truck cab. How to remove my case becomes the first challenge. I resolve it by removing the case first, and then pulling into my parking spot. Problem solved, so far so good. The airport shuttle shows up and I embark, ignoring stares from sheeple types alarmed by the presence of luggage that clearly indicates that the owner isn't a common desk jockey. Walking into the airport, I was immediately greeted as I approached the American Airlines ticket counter by a very nice smiling black lady who very loudly asked for all the sheeple in line to hear, "DO YOU HAVE FIREARMS?" as she points at the Pelican case. Hot diggity, a fellow enthusiast! I grinned ear to ear and replied equally loudly, "YES MAAM!". She then adopted an indoor appropriate voice and kindly pointed me to a specific service desk and said helpfully, "Over there.", virtually eliminating any chance of error on my part. Things progressed smoothly at the ticket counter, the agent actually thanked me very politely for having an itemized list of declared firearms. She had me sign to confirm that they were unloaded, printed my claim receipts, and called the TSA Inspector over to be escorted to the TSA examination area. I followed the TSA guy to an Employee Access Only area, feeling smugly rebellious that I'm not TSA. I was asked to unlock the Pelican case and not touch any of the firearms. I helped the TSA agent remove the upper layers of foam, and when he had verified all the declared items, he casually asked me about my occupation as we replaced the upper layers of foam and restored the case to it's prior condition. I told him I was a civilian headed to a training event and he seemed satisfied. Reflecting on these events, I wish I had informed him that information is classified, and asked him how far his security clearance went. Anyways, I escorted the TSA agent back to the ticket counter, where I witnessed as he loaded the case onto the luggage belt. I shook his hand and thanked him for explaining what I could expect in the future, this being my first time flying with firearms, and headed towards the TSA Pre-Check line, which is a massive time saver BTW. 0530 hours - I arrive at the gate, only have to wait two more hours to takeoff. 0700 hours - Boarding begins. Flight shows on time to depart at 0730. 0730 hours - The pilot comes over the intercom, thankfully he sounds nothing like Ron. I'm so relieved I don't even sweat an hour delay for shifting weather patterns. 0820 hours - The plane pushes away from the gate, takeoff is executed at 0830. Operation Desert Tempest has begun!

Until such time as I can figure out how to fly with it, the Tannerite will be Tom's purview.