Legend has it that many sailors have been hypnotized by the sweet song of the sirens, causing them to crash their boats into rocks and land. But first, sailors need to venture into siren territory before the sweet sound can grace their ears and their hearts, luring them into a fate with reckless abandonment. We are shooters, not sailors, but the song is still sung for our ears and our hearts. It's not a ship on the ocean, but a crack of the rifle that sends a bullet at breakneck speed with the hopes of the sender to land it home and hit his target. That moment in time and the magic it takes to somehow make what seems the impossible happen is the vessel we shooters ride on. Most people never get a chance to experience the excitement and magic of sending a bullet over a 1/2 mile down range and on their own hit a small target. For any chance to hear this song that is as beautiful as it is enchanting, you must set foot to sea (enter rifle range), put your hands on the rudder and let the winds blow your sail. For many of us, the hook is set too deep and we are forever sentenced to floundering on the line and in some weird way enjoying every minute of it. One round at a time, frozen in time as we wait to hear that sweet song of the siren and praying to Neptune that they will sing to us just one more time that sweet sound of lead colliding with steel. Wolf Precision Custom Rifles. www.wolfprecision.net Online Long Range Shooting School. https://www.wolfprecision.net/online-long-range-shooting-school.html

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