Bog Myrtle & Peat

I am now the proud owner of a bolt action CZ .222 rifle. After the paperwork had gone through, it was simply a matter of signing on the dotted line and passing over the cash. Up on the hill, I had my highest hopes confirmed after the first shot which was still devastatingly loud, but had hardly any kick whatsoever. I traded in the .243 because I didn’t like not being able to look down the barrel at my target in the split second after the shot was fired. The old Ruger bucked around in my shoulder too much for my liking, while the .222 jumps fractionally more than a .22 rimfire. Knowing that it packs enough punch to knock a fox over at two hundred and fifty yards means that it will still be able to do all I want it to do.

The difference between a .222 bullet and a .243 round is very obvious, but I don’t think I’ll miss the additional power. I have only ever shot a handful of roe deer, and given that the majority of my rifle shooting is at foxes and crows anyway, a lighter bullet tip won’t make much difference.

An additional bonus is the fact that the .222 is screw cut for a silencer. I can’t afford to buy one at the moment, but I’ll sort something out in the next few weeks so that the rifle will spit rather than bang, and then I think I’m on the right track.