Originally Posted By: Don FischerGot a PM from a guy I know of that has some friends in the right places. I'm gonna be looking for one!
"I haven't seen the new Leupold-Redfields, but my buddy
Chub Eastman called the other day and he's been working with a few. His comments were as follows:
1. The new Redfields are 100% built in-house at the Leupold plant in Beaverton, Oregon.
2. The new Redfields must pass every test, as far as waterproofness and impact resistance, as the regular Leupold product.
3. Same "Forever" warranty
4. Price points are $125 to $225. Fantastic value that will absolutely KILL Bushnell and Nikon.
I figure that they want to have two shelves at the gunshop rather than one. And WE WIN."
Don,
Chub and I were big game hunting partners for many, many years. We took so many trips to Alberta together that we still feel the cold.
Chub called me a week or so ago and he was really delighted with the new Redfields (made by Leupold). And he made the same comments to me as he did to you.
A few days after Chub called, he called me again and said that he'd been shooting some "boxes" with the new Redfield/Leupold scopes and the clicks were wonderfully repeatable. Again, very good news.
I should make the comment here that our buddy Chub is enormously experienced in all things gunny. I've shot many tens of thousands of rounds with him at my side and he is difficult to top as a rifleman (I've done it a few times and he's done it to me a few times
) Basically, Chub knows his stuff; gunny and optics.
Now when it comes to gutting critters, I cannot tell you how many Leupold and Nosler caps he has paid me, with the appropriate writing inside, for gutting his whitetail, mulie, moose or elk. The man is not a gutter. AND I AM A GUTTER, so we make perfect hunting partners.
Steve Timm
PS. Don, the next time you're talking to Chub, please mention that you are a cyber-buddy of mine. Without a doubt, Chub will tell you that I am a pirate and a rapscallion of the worst order, and that we all deserve each other totally
He might even tell you about a fella in Alberta, named Charlie, who has a backhoe. And Charlie would bring his backhoe over to Philip's any time that Chub or I murdered a moose. It is a wonderful thing to both skin and gut a moose while Charlie kept the moose in the air at just the right height so that neither of us had to stoop or strain. Mooses and backhoes surely go together