rifle scopes 2025-09-19T02:03:51Z
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Rain lashed my face like icy needles as I crouched in the Scottish Highlands peat bog, my knuckles white around the rifle stock. For three hours, I'd tracked that elusive red deer stag through horizontal sleet, only to have my Zeiss scope fog into a useless gray blob the moment I lined up the shot. Swearing into the gale, I fumbled with frozen leather gloves to wipe lenses already coated in freezing rain – a futile dance that left me trembling with rage. That’s when my fingers brushed against th