I was propping-up the counter in the local on opening day; lotsa' guys in registering kills. One guy came in with a long frown and a clearly-new, clearly high-dollar rifle with matching SS scope and a sob story. He'd been out that morning, spotted his buck, drew down on it, pulled the trigger - the gun went 'click', the deer went " 'Bye!!!" and was in the next county before he could get a reload; he wanted the rifle troubleshot, hopefully by a professional gunsmith who was also a factory rep'. The guy behind the counter said almost exactly what I was thinking - "What's your ammo?"
"Winchester."
"Well there's yer problem, right there!" The guy left with a box of Hornady and a box of Federal. Somebody else at the counter passed-on his own Winchester horror story; he'd bought a box and three of them didn't have primers, the whole box was full of powder grains that'd spilled out of the flash holes.
You'd think they'd learn...




















































