I've had a series of different spotters working my spotting scope over the years, too many to remember, and most I want to forget. Some were ugly, but fair to good spotters...some were pretty, but not so good spotters, especially that chemical blond. She couldn't tell time and didn't know her right from her left. (It' a story for another day what happened after the match !)
So one day after lunch, I sat down to give this part of my shooting life some thought. It occurred to me as I sat there that I was missing something here, but could do better about it, which I did. As a matter of fact, he was laying right at my feet. So, I got up out of that comfortable overstuffed chair, went down and got my J. Stevens out of the safe, rubbed the cotton cloth over it to absorb the surface oil, put it in a sleeve, and went back up stairs. Located a couple of boxes of 32-40, the spotting scope, and the 200 yard German rings. (The stapler I keep behind the seat of the truck)
There he was, up off the rug, standing with his leash and collar in his mouth waiting for a ride in the truck. Sure enough, he sensed something exciting was up. We drove the 5 1/4 miles to the range and as we got out, I saw a special sign, both in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips.
We went over to the line, layed down our mats, set up the spotting scope, and as I focused up at 200 yards, he moved up closer, took a look, and the rest is history, as they say.
My old ugle buddy at the range, you know, the only fair spotter, couldn't believe he had been replaced. So he snapped a photo to show you all.
Take a look, that's my new range spotter...and low and behold, he's good at it and he's pretty too.
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