I just got back from my parents place in OR. My dad and I went to Fort Rock for three days and shot Sage Rats in the Alfalfa fields.
It was my first time shooting these critters, I'm hooked
I got to try out my new .204, and when I ran out of rounds for it, I went to my dads .17 Fireball.
Only trouble was, my dad got some reloads from my uncle that gave him some trouble when they were in MT. Hard to open bolt, popped primers, etc.
He thought he had gotten rid of them all, but when I asked for a new box of .17, he handed me one and low and behold he missed a box of those loads. I touched the first one off and something hit me in the face, and I tried to extract the shell and it wouldn't extract. The spent shell came out easy enough with a cleaning rod, so I chambered another round from a known good batch and touched it off. Everything was fine except the shell wouldn't again extract.
We examined the bolt and noticed the extractor was bent and would not grasp the shell. So the .17 Fireball was retired. I then had to go to my .17HMR. It was fun, but I had to pass on the longer shots.
My dad felt terrible about missing that other box of shells. But everything turned out alright, and I had a great time.
By the way, the .17 Fireball is a Cooper, and they told my dad not to sweat it, that they would take care of it. That's customer service.
Hey, Rick, where about's do you live? And where do you do most of your shooting? Fort Rock and Christmas Valley look like the surface of the moon

compared to where your at.
Also, my dad has one of your benches you designed. I love it. He said I can't get one like it anymore though
