It's the ergonomics on this one that I love. It just fits me right.
Close eyes, lift it up, tuck it into the shoulder, open eyes and I'm looking right down the sights.
So it's worth spending some time and effort on.
More time and effort, apparently, because on the third try it failed to extract again.
I'll need to spend some time looking over the fired shells, but up to now every night has been spend skinning/boning/carving/grinding meat.
The dog thinks he's died and gone to heaven. I am envious of how his tiny brain offers him a short and simple path to happiness.