Neanderpundit

Picked up the puppy today:

cute little bugger. A little confused by the car ride. A little freaked at being away from mom for the first time. But, all in all, a nice looking dog. Wish me luck, I don’t expect to sleep a lot for a while.

I didn’t post, not because I’m a good catholic, because I’m not- but because I chose to remember how the only perfect man who ever lived was treated like a criminal and hanged on a cross. I spent the time between noon and three in meditation, thinking about all of the decent people who are being crucified in the media daily. Standards of morality and decency are being assaulted on all sides, and the basest being held up as the golden calf.

Choose wisely. If you’re not being persecuted for your beliefs, if you’re not being assaulted because of your morals, you’ve probably gotten it wrong. Happy easter, everyone.

Not today, but yesterday, I spent time at the range. I blew some stuff up real good. I knew I wasn’t going to eat anything, so the onl7y way for me to keep my mind off food was to be shooting, because while I’m shooting I forget about everything else.

So I’m blasting away, the first (outdoor) range day of 06, and I come to an interesting realization:

I suck.

No, I mean I suck, and I suck bad. At the 100yard range, where I can usually keep a three shot group in a 2″ circle, I was throwing out flyers to 10″. I tried swapping to handloads from the factory stuff, to no avail. I tried using a different rifle; same same.

I switched to 25 yards, just to get some closer holes on the paper- and to my credit, I found that I could put reliably located holes in the paper with my Uberti 45.
I used to be able to hit what I was aiming at, I swear. I have no idea what happened. I can’t blame it on ammo, because I used great ammo. I can’t blame it on trigger pull, (though the pull is harsh on Ma Bell, my good rifle) because I USED to be able to hit what i was aiming at with her. No, I started to suck over the winter, and I suck now. I’m going to retighten the scope, get some big shoot&see dots, and go back, and see if I can get my skill back to a reasonable level.

Glad I didn’t go to the 275 yard range and make a total ass of myself.

Ah, well. More range time. Too bad so sad.