I did venture out briefly yesterday, though; I sat up against a fence and shot some pellets right across the whole 47-yard width of a field at a tiny target I'd stuck up on a post opposite.
Since I felt so ropey I only stuck around long enough to fire a very small group, but the results cheered me up a good deal.
These are the first four pellets that I fired on the day after staggering across a boggy field with a cold; a damn-near fifty-yard shot that resulted in a group a little more than one inch across. Not bad for the first few shots from a woozy bloke with an old springer, I thought.
Courtesy of Tony's workmanship my old .22 HW80K is now proudly sporting a spanking new barrel from an .177 HW95.
The barrel had previously been rather nattily inscribed in gold with the word "Mantis" and since I spend so much of my time in the fields asking the good Lord to help me shoot a bit better I wondered if I ought not risk a dodgy pun and dub it the Praying Mantis?
Well, no - that's pretty bad, isn't it? It's now a subtle amalgam of HW80 and HW95 so I reckon that has to make it an HW87-and-a-half. What do you think?