Failure
The coyotes are getting awful brave. Mostly because I’ve not shot one in a while. The past few weeks, I’ve heard their yips at night and, yesterday, the dogs were going nuts and I looked out to see a coyote traipsing through the field without a care in the world. In broad daylight. By the time I could retrieve a rifle, it was gone. I remedied that by putting the rifle in a more accessible place.
Today, the dogs were going nuts again. I grabbed the 10/22 and the magazine for it. Tried to pop the magazine in and it was a no go. The first two rounds were hanging out of the mag and the mag had lost its spring. Easily fixed with the turn of an allen wrench. But, still, a lost shot.
When you need it, it can fail.
Now, I have three magazines beside the rifle.