It is an ill wind that blows no good. Last week Australia Post managed to snap my new stock in half. I ended up buying just the floor plate from that seller and another seller appeared with the same stock, sans floor plate, for a good price. So, I actually ended up saving a few bucks!
The other advantage is that I can test my paint on the broken stock before committing to a paint job the new one. The only reason I am painting the rifle is that the new barrel will be stainless steel. Over the last few years my hunting buddies and I have re-discovered something that US predator hunters have known for decades. That is, camouflage pays off, especially in regard to eliminating any reflections.
Some years back I had another custom-built light sporter in 223 Rem which had a cracker of a camo paint job that was done using GunKote (TM), a baked on ultra-thin coating which actually lubricates working surfaces. But, I ended up selling that rifle to an acquaintance who developed a deep desire to own it.
My paint job on the new rifle will not approach the standard of work on that rifle. The new Remington 700 rebuild will be as a hard-working field rifle, so a rough and ready camo job at my hands will do it no harm. My wife did make me a slip-on camo cover for my little Browning 1885 in 223 Rem, which worked a treat for dog hunting.
For many years I avoided camo clothes, but have reluctantly come around to them. For most hunting situations it does not matter, but when chasing wild dogs you need every advantage you can muster. My impression is that for stalking situations a break-up pattern works much better than full camo. Full 3D type camo is great for stand shooting though.
Last night I noted my 124th species of bird at our place. I did not sight the bird, but there was no mistaking the “more-pork” call of the Southern Boobook (owl). A few months ago I built a nesting box to the exact specifications designed to attract Boobooks. The nesting box is ready to mount high in one of the pine trees, but still sits on my workshop bench. I have been waiting for my neighbour to set up his crane and man-basket.
Plan B is to take advantage of the imminent visit of the youngest son, Ryan, and see if I can cajole him into climbing up the tree and mounting the nest box for me. He is a rock climber and has scaled peaks here in Australia plus New Zealand, Canada and the USA, so hopefully one of my pine trees will not present too much of a challenge.