I have a crescent shaped scar on my forehead from the rim of a red-hot 7.5 swiss cartridge. I made the mistake of lowering the rifle as I ejected the last round between stages. The swiss rifle does eject wiht some authority- and of course, accuracy. The whole 30 rounds from the 50 yard match ended up in a neat pile just behind me and to my left.
other than the one which hit me in the forehead, that is.
Still. healing nicely. Another little scar to add to the collection.
the hit counter rolled over a half million.
Not a hellofa lot, for a 6 year old blog, but not bad for a slightly demented fat man standing on an upturned bucket and yelling at the pitch of his lungs. Thanks to all of you who come by regular like. Give yourself a handjob and pretend it’s from me.
Or not, as the case may be.
The carpal/cubital tunnel is waking me up four or five times a night now. No, I don’t look for the pain to go away, I just expect to get used to it.
Have an appt on the 10th with a guy who must be good, because i made the appointment on the 26th of april. It’s taking that long to get in and see him. I expect him to say “You’re fucked. Deal.” But I’m kind of hoping he can do SOMETHING for me that doesn’t require extensive surgery or goat roping.
