I'd mentioned a few weeks back that I'd thrown a new scope on the ol' Marlin .22, but I'd been draggin' ass on gettin' her dialed back in. I finally took a few minutes to tend to that after the mornin' milkin' the other day.
I'd just gotten my zero at 25 yards when an ol' fly decided it was a good time to hang out on the target.
I won't lie... I let myself feel a little smug after that one.