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SPR&PC are still in existence and, indeed, thriving with well over 100 active members and their own 100m range. That range will shortly be complimented by a second, rather larger and longer range, the lease on which has just been agreed.

Eskdale Hotel in Langholm gets a recommendation from us too. Excellent food and ales at fair prices and the staff are very helpful - in fact they helped us carry our guns up to our room and once started breakfast a little earlier than usual for us so we weren't late getting to the range. https://www.eskdalehotel.co.uk https://www.eskdalehotel.co.uk/media/pdfs/Eskdale-Hotel-Food-Menu-langholm.pdf https://www.eskdalehotel.co.uk/media/pdfs/Eskdale-Hotel-Drinks-Menu-Langholm.pdf We particularly recommend their Border Chicken – Char Grilled Chicken breast stuffed with Haggis, wrapped in crispy bacon & our special whisky cream sauce. Served with your choice of hand cut chips or Dauphinoise potato and seasonal vegetables

Err, it isn't. We think someone beat us to it...

Waves paw in air, scurries away to send a private message...

Forgive us our misunderstanding (it's a small brain issue), but is F Open an unlimited class regarding rifle weight? If so, recoil needn't be an issue if the rifle is heavy...

In 6.5 (x55)mm, .308" and .338". The first two calibres to 1200 mards using MME Wimbledon Match and the last using Mistral-T out to 2,000 mards.

We use Lapua D46 and MME bullets, both of which have rebated boat tails, and find them to maintain accuracy and grouping at longer ranges better than conventional bullets. The MME bullets are quite economical too !

We'd also vouch for Valkyrie rifles. Dave did some minor repair and fettling work on a Remington a while back for us and the quality of workmanship and service were superb. We got to see an AR he was building at the time and it was excellent.

* Waves paw in air * We're interested. Will pm you...

We found that relatively inexpensive S&B 140 grain 2905 FMJ-BT bullets propelled by 45.9 grains of Viht N160 ignited by a CCI large Rifle primer proved remarkably accurate in a 1:8 twist, 24" barrelled Tikka. It's a reasonably stout load of powder so work up to it slowly.

CM may, but cm doesn't. Strive to be as precise and accurate linguistically as one hopes your shooting is. 😀 ( humour )

Almost 30 different loads for 7mm Rem Mag, including one we use, published by Reload Swiss at https://www.reload-swiss.com/en/reload_swiss/service_2/rs_ladedaten_1/index.php?kaliber=7mm+Rem.Mag.&pulver=-&hersteller=-&gew_gesch=gr&gew_ladung=gr&geschw_mass=ft

*kicks the decimal point along another place" 6.5mm, ooman, unless it really is artillery...

Synthetic ?

All the MME bullets we've tried work very well: there is an example group of .338 Lapua we shot displayed on the MME web site. Peter, who makes them, is very helpful and can tweak them according to your needs in most cases. The Wimbledon Match and Chilcotin bullets are excellent value and our 'go to' bullets for every day use. The tipped bullets are superb for long range.

On our DTA, about 30 seconds. On our Schultz & Larsen, about 20 seconds. On Her Maj's LMG, which we used on 'er behalf, about 8 seconds.

We too would suggest trying the bullets on offer from MME - http://mmeriflebullets.co.uk The Wimbledon Match are awesome value for a 308, and the Mistral-T our preference in .338

We're banned from the supermarket after that ikkle incident that caused their computerised tills to crash when we waved our head back and forwards vigorously in front of the bar code scanner...

We're not sure about that, ooman. They try and shoot us if we go to get a pint of milk...

A few days later, whilst on a crusade to Britain... Greta planted her hands firmly on the tarmac and waited for the pine resin to set . It wasn’t quite as good as the isocyanate adhesives that she’d previously used but it was natural, from a sustainable resource, and would work well enough. She could already feel the terpene oils within it reacting with the tarmac and making it difficult to raise her hands. A job done well enough. “Oh dear,” said her fairy godmother, appearing in a puff of smoke. Greta scowled, she wasn’t wholly sure that the smoke didn’t contain lots of PM10s. “Do you think this is wise, Greta?” asked her fairy godmother. “Oh, I’m saving the planet,” said Greta, “What could be wiser than that?” Her fairy godmother decided not to re-start the debate about the planet’s potential longevity being far greater than humanity’s and decided to concentrate on only a more pressing concern. “I was thinking more of the immediate consequences of your actions, Greta. You see, those truckers have decided to break through the police cordon just down the motorway and are heading here at quite a speed. I think they have been promised a bonus for filling the shelves in time for Christmas.” “Oh, they’ll slow down when they see me glued to the road. They won’t want to run over a cute young girl saving the planet.” Her fairy godmother bit her lip and stepped smartly aside. “They may not want to run you over, Greta,” she said hopefully, ”but I’m not sure they can slow down in time in any case. Not since their asbestos and phenolic resin brake pads were phased out and replaced by compressed hemp and cannabis resin. Greta looked up as the first of the big 45 ton trucks thundered towards her. It didn’t seem to be slowing. In fact, she was sure it had just switched lanes to point directly at her. As the colour drained yet further from Greta’s Nordic complexion her fairy godmother sought to offer some comfort. “That pine resin does seem to be quite a successful isocyanate replacement. Maybe there is merit in some of your ideas after all…”

Exactly, oomans, who needs petrol? One crisp winter morning in Sweden, a cute little girl named Greta woke up to a perfect world, one where there were no petroleum products ruining the earth. She tossed aside her cotton sheet and wool blanket and stepped out onto a dirt floor covered with willow bark that had been pulverized with rocks. “What’s this?” she asked. “Pulverized willow bark,” replied her fairy godmother. “What happened to the carpet?” she asked. “The carpet was nylon, which is made from butadiene and hydrogen cyanide, both made from petroleum,” came the response. Greta smiled, acknowledging that adjustments are necessary to save the planet, and moved to the sink to brush her teeth where instead of a toothbrush, she found a willow, mangled on one end to expose wood fibre bristles. “Your old toothbrush?” noted her godmother, “Also nylon.” “Where’s the water?” asked Greta. “Down the road in the canal,” replied her godmother, ‘Just make sure you avoid water with cholera in it” “Why’s there no running water?” Greta asked, becoming a little peevish. “Well,” said her godmother, who happened to teach engineering, “Where do we begin?” There followed a long monologue about how sink valves need elastomer seats and how copper pipes contain copper, which has to be mined and how it’s impossible to make all-electric earth-moving equipment with no gear lubrication or tires and how ore has to be smelted to a make metal, and that’s tough to do with only electricity as a source of heat, and even if you use only electricity, the wires need insulation, which is petroleum-based, and though most of Sweden’s energy is produced in an environmentally friendly way because of hydro and nuclear, if you do a mass and energy balance around the whole system, you still need lots of petroleum products like lubricants and nylon and rubber for tires and asphalt for filling potholes and wax and iPhone plastic and elastic to hold your underwear up while operating a copper smelting furnace and . . . “What’s for breakfast?” interjected Greta, whose head was hurting. "Fresh, range-fed chicken eggs,” replied her godmother. “Raw.” “How so, raw?” inquired Greta. “Well, . . .” And once again, Greta was told about the need for petroleum products like transformer oil and scores of petroleum products essential for producing metals for frying pans and in the end was educated about how you can’t have a petroleum-free world and then cook eggs. Unless you rip your front fence up and start a fire and carefully cook your egg in an orange peel like you do in Boy Scouts. Not that you can find oranges in Sweden anymore. “But I want poached eggs like my Aunt Tilda makes,” lamented Greta. “Tilda died this morning,” the godmother explained. “Bacterial pneumonia.” “What?!” interjected Greta. “No one dies of bacterial pneumonia! We have penicillin.” “Not anymore,” explained godmother “The production of penicillin requires chemical extraction using isobutyl acetate, which, if you know your organic chemistry, is petroleum-based. Lots of people are dying, which is problematic because there’s not any easy way of disposing of the bodies since backhoes need hydraulic oil and crematoriums can’t really burn many bodies using Swedish fences and furniture as fuel, which are rapidly disappearing - being used on the black market for roasting eggs and staying warm.” This represents only a fraction of Greta’s day, a day without microphones to exclaim into and a day without much food, and a day without carbon-fibre boats to sail in, but a day that will save the planet. Tune in to the Badger Broadcasting Corporation tomorrow when Greta needs a root canal and learns how Novocain is synthesized.

Big Al, We're a subterranean creature, so we compete at the lower levels...

We accept a whole system accuracy of 0.5 MoA at 600 mards, and 1 MoA at 1,000 yards. At 2,000 + we find hitting the target satisfactory. Our skill at reading wind is far more of a problem than variations due to temperature. For coping with the latter, if it ever becomes a problem, we'll walk shots onto target. We're a recreational shooter, not a one shot / one kill intergalactic range sniper...

We don't look too closely: we're satisfied that our loads do go off, reliably, and that they are repeatable. We're the link in this percussive train, not our components nor guns...

We've converted almost wholly to RS powders and rather like them. The ones we use most are 50, 52 , 62 and 76, and we can't say that we have noticed a difference between batches though we tend not to be running any of our loads at the upper limits of the recipe books where such things might matter more...