It never fails, or at least it didn’t in the old days: We’d tell law enforcement students, “You need to take care of your rifle,” on the Monday morning of a week-long class. Soon after lunch on Tuesday, we’d start to see rifles choking, dry as a bone. On Wednesday morning, some shooters would have groups start to open up, because the shooter had never so much as poked a cleaning rod down the bore. With 2,000 rounds after they first bought it or it was issued to them, the bore was so fouled that the bullet is struggling to get out pointed anywhere near the target.
Right now, I’m prepping to head off to the Pin Shoot, where ammunition consumption is measured by the cubic foot. It might be…