Neanderpundit

Friday night at the DuToits, I was subjected to an overwhelming group of people who were all… well, nuts. My kind of nuts.

Good food, good company, good conversation, good companionship. Damn. We could use more of these people in Gummint.

Well let me tell a story
bout a guy named Og
had a stupid orange cat
and a furniture eating dog

he was up one day
just a reading of his blog
and he saw him a pic
of an overgrowed hog.

Wait, that didn’t go anywhere I wanted it to go.

I had spent friday evening as the guest of the DuToits, so Saturday Morning I got up and helped pack, loaded as much stuff into the Exploder as it would hold, and headed off for Ferris Texas.

Once there, I realized that I was going to get muddy. Perhaps very muddy. So standing on the shingletab in the parking lot, I changed into my “truck clothes” a change of clothes i keep in the truck specific to the purpose of getting filthy.

And filthy I got.

Who cares? I was shooting, and I was loving it. I went through several courses of fire, and while my shooting may not have been the best, I at least made it all the way through. And I think I didn’t do so badly. One thing I was happy to see, was that (other than having to snug up a rear sight) the 45 shot perfectly the whole day.

I enjoyed it well enough that I found a local place that does IDPA shoots. I will be checking it out next month.

Anyway, there was good food, good company, good shooting, and all in all, more fun than I should ever have had. I think I sprained my fun glands. I’m hoping next time I remember to stretch first.

If you stand, and see the crapper full of blood red liquid, try to remember that the Crystal Light you drank last night has red dye number whatever, before you start freaking out.