Zeroing

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I decided to mount the scope from my crossbow onto Peach to see if that would make a difference. I headed back up to the Whitewater WMA Game Management Area that had such nice open fields and hiked out to zero the rifle.


Zeroing a rifle is the process of firing rounds at a target of known distance and adjusting the sights to bring the bullet strike onto the bullseye. I've done it with open sights on my M-16 A2 a long, long time ago, but never with a scope. The process isn't much different.

It was a perfect day for it. No wind to push the bullet around. Overcast, so no shadows to confuse the shooter. I set up a 50 yard target and got the scope adjusted so that I could pretty regularly hit the little orange dot in the middle of the black target. 
It's there. You just have to reeeeally want to see it. 

Having a scope definitely helped my old wonky eyes line up my shots better. I fired about 60 rounds total from between 25 and 50 yards, and even loaded up the shotgun to get a feel for that with a couple of shots. I need more practice with that. But at least the kick isn't bad enough to knock the scope out of alignment.

I figured all of my blazing away was probably not conducive to an actual hunt. So I packed up and headed home for the day. I'd forgotten how fun it is to just put rounds down range. 

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