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Nice looking gun for youOk well here she is. Went with a Willams setup keeping it light & handy.
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Super short scopes suffer from optical compromises, even expensive ones do. These are usually lighter weight and might be better suited for compact guns.
Those old Tasco's weren't too bad. Back when I used these I wasn't disappointed in them for the money.
Using lower magnifications, as well as setting the parallax focus near the approximate distances you expect to shoot, and making sure the diopter is set correctly for those lower magnifications, will help the visual experience.
Ha, a couple weeks ago I sold a Athlon Helos G2 2-12 to a friend and already regret it, then recently ran across a good deal on a rifle that this scope would have been decent on. So my only current option, without taking a scope off a another rifle, was a old Nikon 3-9x40 that was in retirement as well as some old rings. Pretty clear scope, lightweight, not overly compact, but 100Y fixed parallax. Might be ok on this 17hmr since it shoots so flat and that the rifle is a lightweight sporter. Most targets will be 50Y to 300Y, we'll see what's up next time out.
I feel your pain Brother.I am very slow to use the word "junk" to describe budget items as it may be another person's pride and joy and the VERY BEST he can afford and may take offence to that. I don't take offence but I am one of those who can only afford what you describe as junk. I am supposed to be retired but after I lost my business during lockdown still have to work just to have a half decent lifestyle and no matter how long I hold off and save, I will not be able to afford high end or even middle class PCPs. There are MANY people in the same situation like me who also want to enjoy the hobby.
lol, thank you.Really enjoying your videos. Better than Netflix any night!
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I don't know about India, but air guns are illegal in SingaporeNo FX will not honour their warranty if you live in India or Singapore.
Great story ! I thought I was reading an outdoor magazine . I get what you're saying , and with a family member or friend makes it even better . I no longer have that drive to chase after quarry hours away , mostly because buddies moved on , as did family . Life gets in the way ! Now I'm happy to have my dairy permission 5min.s away that gives me most of what I need & no long drives , reservations , weather differences , etc.Rockchuck Hunting on the Columbia River.
In a secluded part of the Columbia River, where basalt cliffs tower above, the river as it flows its way to the Pacific. leaving my truck, I embarked on a solitary adventure. Armed with my 105X 25 pellet rifle, I sought out elusive prey: the yellow-bellied marmots, known as rockchucks in this part of the world.
The sun was still low in the sky, casting long shadows across the canyon walls. The air smelled of sagebrush, and the distant flow of the river provided a soothing backdrop to my pursuit. Rockchucks are no ordinary critters, they inhabit desolate expanses, challenging even the most seasoned hunter. Unlike the hyper pace of ground squirrel or a rabbit rockchucks offered a different kind of thrill.
Why did I choose the rockchucks as my quarry? Perhaps it was the beauty of the country itself—the desolate beauty of eastern Washington foothills. The canyons with its solitude, the wind-swept canyon stretched as far as the eye could see. Rockchucks, with their yellow bellies and stout frames, blended perfectly into this rugged landscape.
As I crept along the basalt cliffs and rip rap, my eyes scanned for movement. Rockchucks are great at concealment, their fur blending with the rocky terrain. Spotting one was like finding a nugget of gold. My reward for patience and observation. And when I did spot him. I stopped motionless. The rifle nestled against my shoulder, I took aim.
The shots pop had a slight echo through the canyon, and the rockchuck tumbled. Its orange-brown fur contrasted sharply against the gray rocks. But this was not mere target practice; it was my communion with nature. Each successful shot this day felt like a tribute to the wilderness and appreciation to the forces that shaped this land over the eons.
I would sit on a warmed boulder, watching the river below. The current flowed relentlessly, carving its way through the basalt layers, heading its way to the Pacific ocean In those moments, I felt connected to the land, to the river, and to the animals that called this place home. I felt at peace.
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