First, we set him up on my uber-tacticool Plainfield carbine.
The red dot scope seemed to work out pretty well for him.
Two out, three right in there. He was pleased, and thus, so was I.
Being a good adult, I did manage to let him shoot first before breaking out the new (old) carbine.
I know, I know. The sling is in the mail, since the one I had on hand is on the Inland. Obviously, I found the trigger spring.
A little high at 50, but I was pleased with the grouping, and the rifle ran like a clock. I am a very happy camper.
And, finally, one more. Because I am just so darn proud.
That is the young man, adjusting his firing position with my AR. And yes - that is his finger - straight and off the trigger.
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