All work and no play
makes a dull, dull blog. Last week's business trip was Rather Stressful. And that's enough about that.
Happily, the MO and I spent a long Sunday morning at the range, he to break in his latest acquisition and I to, well, just to shoot. A lot. Chester and I had a wonderful time, and then I visited with Flora and Ivan as well.
I shot the .38 wadcutter ammo for the first time (can't shoot it at the indoor place) and doggone, that stuff makes a big ol' hole in the paper.... It's fun having two magazines for Flora, and I'm getting fairly accurate with her. (I guess--I can usually get all 20 shots in a 3" circle at whatever distance the closest pistol targets are at ASC, 5 yards maybe?) Ivan is more of a hit-or-miss proposition. Sometimes I can get all 6 in the circle, sometimes only half of them. My first shots tend to be high, and later low. Left and right doesn't seem to be so much of a problem, which is an improvement. Plus I can shoot all double-action now, so I'm getting stronger, too :-)
As we were packing up to go, the daily thunderstorm hit, and it was invigorating to be (sort of) out in the middle of it. The pistol and rifle ranges at ASC are outdoors--basically long tin-roofed pole barns. The wind was so strong that the rain blew clear through the structure. We stood at the front edge of the benches and still got quite damp. But it was a nice cool-down (it is August, ya know, and that means hot hot hot, almost as hot as Mike Prior (I miss the Mad Pony, but then I found Kalisah, how's that for a non sequitur?)) and exciting in that isn't-Mother-Nature-awesome-I'm-so-glad-I'm-under-a-roof" kind of way.