I had never been a rifle shooter. So last year during my birthday week I took the Precision Hunting Rifle Course up at the SigArms Academy (I know, just before it became the SigSauer Academy). Well needless to say what a fantastically fun course!!! But they left off the equipment list, the most important piece of equipment any novice rifle shooter should bring to his first hunting rifle course,

that's right a good shoulder padding system!!! So, anyway the only rifle I had ever shot was the military version of the AR-15,

and anyone who has will tell you not a lot of kick!! So there I am, happily stupid as George Harris puts me down behind the buttstock of a 308 R-93 Blaser Rifle. I'm sure all of you have figured out what was about to happen

I discovered why the 308 is such a good hunting cartridge.
Needless to stay my shoulder got it’s ass kicked that first day. So, day two I left my macho manlyness in the parking lot and got some padding (thank you George for the bag of swatches). Continued the course but the damage had been done.
On the last day I woke up with that funny feeling, you know, when you’re not really sure if your shoulder will fall off!! After reading all this, your probably saying um Mig214 this is a Ruger Story page, not ad space for Ben-Gay, so what’s your Ruger Story.
Well, throughout the course you can try whatever rifle you want and if the other shooters bring personal weapons and allow you to shoot them that’s allowed too. The guy that I had been shooting next to for the entire class had a special weapon. His father’s M77 in .30-06, something his father had wanted him to have. I had been eying that rifle all three days, but dared not ask to shoot it. Murphy’s Law being what it is, I didn’t want to be the one holding the rifle when the engine fell off the jet, or the cow that got picked up by the tornado fell to earth right on that beautiful weapon. But by the last few hours of the class, I was saying now or never so I asked and was allowed to shoot it.
From the walnut stock, to the machining of the action, to the placement of the Leupold scope that M77 was a piece of artwork, an incredible demonstration of functionality and creativity. Even though it was not My Father’s Ruger, holding it took me back to frequent father and son trips to the woods/beaches near our home. My father had taught me to be a man on those trips and holding that Ruger brought all that back.
Standing on that line holding that M77 I thought what a great way to end the course. So I steadied it, took aim and fired. Freaken thing nearly killed me!! Drove back to the B&B where I was staying, left handed the whole way. Buried my poor shoulder in a shallow grave by the Lamie Inn. But all in all, what a fun course, beautiful area, and great intro to the different types of rifles out there, including that M77!!!