Well, dangit. I haven’t had a good range day in a bit, but wow, today rocked on ice.

My “father’s day present”, a Ruger MKII in blue with a heavy barrel 5-1/2″ long, saw a range for the very first time today.

This was a new range, an indoor place I’ve never been to before, and I went with the intention of writing a range report for my local sporting paper.

Little did I know the horror that awaited!!!

Rangemaster Outfitters in Chesterton Indiana has become my new favorite candy store. Not only did they indulge me in my personal passion (they had not one but FIVE double rifles on the shelf!!) but there were a plethora of fine used guns, one of which, a converted 1917 Enfield in the VERY manly 416 Rigby caliber, made me physically drool.

Now, a day at the range is ALWAYS a good thing, but in addition to the range decompression there was a counter stocked with all the prettiness one could possibly imagine, from fine Taurus gallery guns to the classic lines of Merkel double rifles (one of which cost more than my first ten cars. Put together.)

Add to this a pile of Swarovsky and Leupold scopes and any afficionado is in heaven. When I win the lottery, I’m gonna come here and spend it all in one place.

A floor display contains relics of multiple Africa hunts, and it’s one of the only places you might get to see, firsthand, tusks from an elephant taken by someone sitting in the next room.

Dang. I need to make more money.