Pellet Predicament: A Caliber Conundrum at Crackshot It was a drizzly Tuesday afternoon at Crackshot, our little slice of firearms heaven nestled in the rolling hills of Devon. The shop was quiet, save for the gentle pitter-patter of rain on the roof…
Trigger's Tales: The Great Pellet Pile-Up Ah, another day at Crackshot, where the air is thick with the scent of gun oil and the sound of misfires. You'd think after years of running this place, I'd have seen it all. But just…
It was a drizzly Tuesday morning at Crackshot, our little slice of firearms heaven nestled in the rolling hills of Devon. I'd just finished my third cuppa, bracing myself for whatever the day might bring, when the bell above the door chimed. In…
