Got to the range today and my buddy is trying out an ancient Mossberg .22 bolt, family gun. Raw cold rainy nasty New England late fall day, 45-50*F. Indoor shooting house, we open the firing window next to the woodstove. The rifle was erratic. Some light strikes, some no strikes, some go off fine. Worked last summer when it was hot. Stripped the bolt, 50+ yr old grease just about solid around the firing pin. That took a lot of scrubbing, pick and shovel work, dredging, but we got it degreased and then relubed and reassembled. Works like a charm now, but we spent the last of the good shooting light working on it. Too late to sight in the new scope he bought for it. It rained buckets outside anyway and neither of us felt like going out and setting up targets. You couldn't see the 100yd mark in the worst of it and it was windy up above the notches. It was nice, two grumpy old friends cleaning the grumpy old rifle by the woodstove, didn't drop a small part, or a big one, figuring how to take it apart and put it back together. Next week we'll zero the scope and shoot my .308 some more, and maybe the Contender too. It was a good day at the range.
When the rain is over in a few days and has knocked the last stubborn leaves down we ought to be able to shoot us a partridge or two before deer season rolls around. The dog would like that.