THE AGE OF PRECISION
I’ve always hated the word, “plinking.” Yes, I know I used it in great big letters on the cover of this very issue, but I did so because it’s a term familiar among shooters of all disciplines—though the term is generally connected with the rimfire world. For most, plinking equals a .22 LR, a Sunday aft ernoon and empty aluminum cans. I think the word sticks in my craw because, at least to me, it evokes a feeling randomness. And, because it’s associated so closely with shooting a .22 LR, it labels that timeless cartridge as a plinking-only option. And that simply ain’t so. As the Vudoo Three60 on this issue’s cover illustrates, putting together a 500-yard group with a .22 rimfire is no longer a daydream, and deforming a quarter at 200…