Part of me wants to go to my bench and pry my precious and trusted friend (112 7 mag) from the still wet bedding compound. But I'm gonna man up and wait the obligatory 10 hours before touching it again. Can you believe a 51 year old, veteran grunt could be so anxious about his first bedding job? Feels akin to the anticipated arrival of one of my younguns.
Oh, please, Lord, don't let Maggie be locked up that Pro Varmint tomorrow! Please!?!