The day started the way they all start in the dark months, thick withfog.
For months the landscape soaked up every bit of rain, waiting for some fools to stir it up. We were those fools and we came ready tostir.
The ranch is a vast 3,200 acres of gruff topography, the range tucked away in a rock filled valley a long ways from asphalt. To get there we rode Honda quads and Arctic Cat side-by-sides, traversing boggy meadows, pine forests, icy streams and steep canyonwalls.
We arrived forty minutesmuddier.
Surrounded by woods, it stretches across a rocky natural bowl where we scattered steel targets across the landscape, dropping the farthest on the opposite rim 200 yards away. Then it was safety: caution, do’s, don’ts, definitely don’ts, earplugs andeyewear.
The Colt Marksman CRX-16 competition rifle is a precision beast.
With the power of a canon but the kick of a nudge, it made pinging the 200 spot almost easy. For some of us. Firing off clips is an exhilarating intensity — the emitting pulses of energy, the burning smell of gunpowder, the thwomp beating into your in yourchest.
We were also fortunate to test drive an FN SCAR 16S, courtesy of board member slash gold miner slash all-around good guy Jim Thurber. A head-turner amongst range hounds, it’s the semi-auto civilian version of the U.S. Special Operations Command’s newest service rifle. We took the opportunity to fill the earth with smoking shells and we can personally attest to its badassery.