Sixty. Four. Farging Degrees.
This morning, there was a good solid carpet of snow on the entire yard. Tonight, brown grass.
Today? Was Range Day.
Enough firepower and lead was loaded into the back of the Exploder that it caused it to squat like a lowrider. Enough lead was sent downrange that the exploder stood much taller at the end of the day.
We shot the K31. We shot partner’s Krag. His springfield. His m1d sniper Garand. His regular Garand. His new Sig 220. His 1911. My 380. My 45 colt. A whole passel of 22s, in auto, revolver, rifles. En bloc clips flew. 22 cases slipped up my shirt and burned my wrists. Damned nice people shared stories and looked at our guns, we looked a theirs, we shot theirs, they shot ours.
A good time was had by all. Reinforces the idea that gunnies are the nicest folks on earth. Ran into one of the guys who was in the utah Concealed Carry course. No nicer day has been had by anyone this week. Evar.
Damn, I feeel fine.
Sounds like a great day. I sent a few rounds (about sixty) downrange myself today out by the shop, but that was more like therapy after listening to too much news.
Oh, and it was a little north of 70 here in Fort Worth today :)
Funny thing about gunnies. I’ve never met a person while shooting at a gun range or gravel pit who I didn’t immediately take a shine to. I’ve also never been stiffed in a gun deal no matter which end I was on. Not once, not ever.
Looks like the Obamessiah and his minions will be, er, “gunnin'” for yo azz.
Damn, who is this doppelganger?? I need a Springfield then – I have a K-31, a Krag, a Garand, a P220 and a 1911(A1) – damn that’s all premium-Primo. Awesome on youse guys!!