Well I have officially experienced the .458 Lott. None of my teeth are missing. Nothing is bloodied. I'm firmly on the "these sights are poor" train. I took the hits. I rolled through the trigger, held the sight picture, and watched it lift. I'm out of elevation. I did not remember to bring a drift tool. She is not a lady. There are few good humors about her aside from her appearance, loading and ejection. She is a businesswoman and those beautiful lines are a siren's song to distract you from the impending fury that lies ¼" beyond the safety flicking off. When you unleash her there is a great clap of thunder as the rifle recoils rapidly. My first thought was, "Wow! I survived! I can't wait to do that again." After five rounds of focusing on form and follow through and still impacting left, I was ready to put things on hold. There are new sights in this businesswoman's future.
