Been going through quite a few guns lately - buying, testing, reselling. Reason is, I've had eye surgeries which have required me to get rid of my heavy kickers (12 gauge, .30-06's) since my doc and I felt direct recoil to the cheek area might not be a good thing. So, I like springers (wouldn't you know it) but it's hard to find some that don't come with recoil. (If it will break a scope, it can rattle the old eyeball.) Bought myself a nice 54 but also like other styles. Some, like my Diana 24 or CFX Royal, don't have a lot of recoil to speak of. Others, it's a crap shoot.
I picked up a nice tuned 34 here from Howie and gave it a good test, even with a cheek weld, to see how she felt. Seemed ok. Today, I received a tuned BAM B40 and, while checking it out, thought I would compare it to the 34. The B40 is surprisingly smooth. While there is some recoil, there is no jump in the shot cycle and it will be perfect for me once it's scoped. Well, I put five through the B40, then five through the 34. Suddenly, I'm noticing more recoil in the 34. A penetration test between the two gave the 34 the nod, so I would guess it's running hotter. Still, I'm now a bit bummed since I thought the 34 was ok. Might a change in the weather here, too, since I'm also pretty sensitive in that cheekbone due to a rather unpleasant session with a wrongly-stocked shotgun (cast-on, sharp toe, thin comb - great if you're left handed which I'm not). Anywho, I also ran some through the CFX, 24 and another gun, no problem. Now I'm wondering if the 34 is too much? Nothing worse than shooting a gun you're kind of leery of.
Sorry if this is a bit of a ramble but I'm trying to get my head straight. It's hard when you know something isn't right for you but you kind of convince yourself it can be made to work, etc. Worst thing is, I've got a nice FWB124 which I recently acquired and was considering a Paul Watts tune for it, but now I'm wondering if it will just come back like the 34? And I don't like PCP's, so that's not really an option. Such is life. Sheesh. I feel like Charlie Brown. What's a mother to do?