Neanderpundit

Ouch.

Just realized my Indiana CCW expires TODAY. And even if I go resubmit wednesday, I won’t be able to get it for TWO WEEKS MINIMUM, which means no shortarms at the Og Shoot. I can SHOOT them, I just can’t BRING them.

Oh, well, guess I’ll just have to be content with some of my rifles. Crap.

So Partner and I head to the range this morning for some deeply needed stress relief.

We went loaded for bear.

Partner had a Ruger 357, a 22 revolver (JC Higgins, a sweet wheelgun) a Beretta 22 auto. And of course his new P1 Walther. I brought the 380, the 45, and my Stainless Model 65.

We threw enough lead downrange to blacken our hands and faces. We depleted the Big Box of 22 ammo by at least a thousand rounds. We shot ALL of the available 9mm, 380, and 45 ammo.

When we got done, drove to the ranger station to wash up. we both regretted that we had quit smoking, as that would have been a great time for a Pall Mall. Damn. I am having difficulty wiping the grin off my face.

Never is, I suppose, that whole TANSTAAFL thing. On the other hand, last night, on the way back from work, I started to get that shifting feeling in the tail, the back of the exploder yawing around more than I like, and I knew the right rear was low on air. So, a couple bucks in my pocket, I swing into the Lincoln Oasis, and pull up to the air pump.

And discover it’s free. Free? Free air? I know some stations hae an inside button that allows the attendant to turn on the stuff, but here was an air station, at a gas station that charges 30 cents more per gallon than the norm, without any coin slot, just a pushbutton.

So I filled the tires and drove on. You take what you can get when you can get it.