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.