John W
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Wednesday, April 08, 2026, 16:21

Here is an ode to the 6.5 mm Creedmore:
“Creedmoor Steel”

Verse 1
Out past the treeline, cold morning air,
Breath like smoke and a steady stare,
Dialed it in, wind’s whisper low,
Finger on the trigger, let it go.

Pre-Chorus
Flat and fast, it cuts the sky,
Miles away where the steel will cry—

Chorus
6.5 Creedmoor, sing it true,
Long-range thunder, cutting through,
From ridge to valley, calm and sure,
Nothing flies like Creedmoor.

Verse 2
Brass in the chamber, powder burns,
Every shot is a lesson learned,
Minimal kick but the reach is far,
Precision riding on a shooting star.

Pre-Chorus
Wind calls out but I hold the line,
Send it clean—perfect time—

Chorus
6.5 Creedmoor, sing it true,
Long-range thunder, cutting through,
From ridge to valley, calm and sure,
Nothing flies like Creedmoor.

Bridge
Numbers and angles, breath held tight,
Ballistic dreams in morning light,
A thousand yards feels close today,
When skill and steel align your way.

Final Chorus
6.5 Creedmoor, legend born,
Sharp as dusk and bright as dawn,
From hunter’s aim to marksman’s lore,
All hail the Creedmoor.