This post reminds me of a fellow I once knew who owned a BEAT UP 8mm Mauser his Grandpop brought back from the war. The gun was corroded all over, had a bad bore, had the stock roughly sawn off at the forarm. It was an abortion of the lowest order, a real abomination, a cob, a turd, something best used to hold tomatoes or green beans up in the garden.

He cobbled together a scope mount for it, a mount that didn't even fit, so he used a couple pieces of brass shim stock that stuck out all cattywampus from under the mounts.

On the rifle he mounted a big Swarovski variable one of those 30mm jobs as I recall, a really superb piece of glass.

Every new hunter that hunted at his lodge was required to kill something with this pry bar, and the funny part is that everybody did!

I reckon it grouped maybe 6 inches, and the ammo used was always the pussywillow American stuff. Deer was on the menu, and the gun demonstrated that if you can't shoot what you can't see, you CAN shoot what you can. See, that is.

Even with a tent stake like that old gun.