Sighting through a scope or down the barrel is an interesting thing. My mind becomes completely at peace. I see only what I'm targetting, and hear only my breath. I see what's real, what's solid, unmoving, unchanging, only the true target. A bolt-action feels just like an extension of my arms, not just with a scope, but more with a pip sight. I love the smell of gunfire and to hear the crack like a whip. I've become a decent marksman, being able to hit tiny moving targets now. Fun fun! When I was up at my grandparents I got to play around and shoot things like old models and buckets. What can I say, I love fire-arms. I'm just cool like that though. Probably have fired easily 10000 rounds of .22 caliber shells over my life. Never gets boring, only tiresome when the rifle starts getting heavy when I hold it, lol. I love Nicole so much. The last entry was for her. I miss her so over the summer, and it hasn't been all that long yet...