I hawked up a greenie yesterday that probably could have walked away had I not immediately washed it down the shower drain.
Santa Me picked up a Vortex Strikefire red dot on Sunday. Between gift cards and returns to the sacred store of testosterone and last stronghold of manliness known as Mills Fleet Farm, I had $175 in store credit to pick something out.
Now I just have to figure out how to get it sighted in. I've never used a scope of any kind before, so this should be interesting.