So - I was up in the Thompson-Okanagan for a family trip, and brought along my rifles in the hopes that I could meet up with a friend for some shooting. That turned out to be a wonderful time up in the hills shooting in a very beautiful piece of BC. I hadn't taken my Remington 700 out since sighting it in at a 50-100 yard distance, so I wasn't sure how good I would do. This was my first time ever, out shooting at this distance. We didn't have a range finder - so the estimates of how long we were shooting are all that, estimate. Probably horrible estimates actually
We estimate the farthest target to be 450-475 yards - so feel free to correct me if I am wrong 
The location:
The target I had set up was a 6" circular gong, on a wobbly sawhorse - if you look in this photo, and find the neon orange sign, then the white dot - the saw horse was setup and 1/2" up and 1/2" over, on the photo, in relation to the white dot.
Shooting while my buddy spots me:
Another view of the area:
Behind us was a beautiful vista, going down into a valley in between a some rocky cracks - absolutely stunning area and an amazing day. I guess I sighted in my rifle correctly, because I hit the gong on the 8th shot, and was able to hit pretty much any target we had up there, after that. Like I said - it was my first time shooting this sort of range, so I was very proud of myself. I really love this sort of shooting - taking my time to set up a shot and sending it where I wanted it to go. I can sort of see the appeal in plinking away at a crappy shooting spot, but this - this gave me absolute satisfaction with every round I put on target. I left feeling that the 50 rounds that I shot in about 2 hours time - was well worth the trip. I need to start working on the fundamentals of figuring out MOA and mils and mrad and all that - so that I can make decisions on where I want to shoot with authority rather than a good guesstimate. I was saying to my girlfriend on the way back - that I would be happy with only owning the two rifles I took up there, my 10/22 and Remington 700.
Now for the bad part of this excursion. 2 blown tires, 4 hours on the side of the road, flatbed tow into town, $650 in new tires and an additional 250 in fluid flushes in my differentials. All of that was absolutely coincidental as the road up was a-ok.
And as I am firm believer in leaving places as I found them - me and my buddies spent 20 minutes picking up all our brass - ALL of it. .22 included.
The location:

The target I had set up was a 6" circular gong, on a wobbly sawhorse - if you look in this photo, and find the neon orange sign, then the white dot - the saw horse was setup and 1/2" up and 1/2" over, on the photo, in relation to the white dot.

Shooting while my buddy spots me:

Another view of the area:

Behind us was a beautiful vista, going down into a valley in between a some rocky cracks - absolutely stunning area and an amazing day. I guess I sighted in my rifle correctly, because I hit the gong on the 8th shot, and was able to hit pretty much any target we had up there, after that. Like I said - it was my first time shooting this sort of range, so I was very proud of myself. I really love this sort of shooting - taking my time to set up a shot and sending it where I wanted it to go. I can sort of see the appeal in plinking away at a crappy shooting spot, but this - this gave me absolute satisfaction with every round I put on target. I left feeling that the 50 rounds that I shot in about 2 hours time - was well worth the trip. I need to start working on the fundamentals of figuring out MOA and mils and mrad and all that - so that I can make decisions on where I want to shoot with authority rather than a good guesstimate. I was saying to my girlfriend on the way back - that I would be happy with only owning the two rifles I took up there, my 10/22 and Remington 700.
Now for the bad part of this excursion. 2 blown tires, 4 hours on the side of the road, flatbed tow into town, $650 in new tires and an additional 250 in fluid flushes in my differentials. All of that was absolutely coincidental as the road up was a-ok.
And as I am firm believer in leaving places as I found them - me and my buddies spent 20 minutes picking up all our brass - ALL of it. .22 included.
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