A friend, Tim, let me know he was going to the range Friday afternoon. Did I want to go? Oh Heck Yes! Bring plenty of ammo, he said.
I made an emergency trip to see the guys and get more ammo from the gunny place. Something tells me I might be spending too much time/money at the gunny shop. The owner calls me by my first name, and his guard dog comes up and smooches my hand.
It was hotter than a two dollar pistol Friday afternoon, which is not unusual for here. The range was vacant when we got there. Too hot out for others, I guess.
Put a little over 150 rounds thru the little Sig and then shot Tim's AR-15. The little Sig was great, her owner not so much. I'm working on a group of drills that should help.
The AR was a dream to shoot. I like that ping, ping sound a bunch.
As much pruning and sawing that I do in the yard I never thought my hands would not be up to an afternoon of shooting. It appears I was wrong, as my ol scarred up hands are sore...
|on the way home from the range|