Range notes...

In the process of getting older I have mellowed, sorta like a fine range pie...

Things that might have troubled me in the past, don't any more.

Yesterday was a good example.  The Wed. Gal Shooters invited me to the range with them. (T my regular instructor, is busy getting ready for a summer of flying, cruising & fishing with his lady in Alaska...sigh)
  
It was a beautiful day to be on the range, which was nearly empty.

Except, for a couple of the guys that are nice, and one other fellow, who trash talked about us big time to the other guys.  The other guys just ignored him, and shook their heads.  When he came down to our end of the area, he started in directly on us for stuff that had nothing to do with us.  And to inform us that He was an Executive Director of the range...  I kept my mouth shut, I'm not a member, but the other two ladies are!  Finally he drove off. (I would bet that his wife runs that show.) By this time I could see sparks coming out of Tina the Terror's ears, and a curl of smoke from the top of Boom Boom Bet's head.  After a discussion on ways to alter his attitude, we went back to shooting. 

 In the past I might have been in the middle of this,  now I just smile and let them sort it out. It will be interesting to see what happens to the Executive Director though, because not many are fool hardy enough to mess with Boom Boom Bet, and Tina the Terror...

Remember...

 

 

Kick'n it up...

You remember the pic of Daniel taking Lauren (my granddaughter) soaring to invite her to the prom... well here are some pics from prom:

Aren't they the cutest couple!

As for granny: new IWB holster...

 and the boots are back, & ready to do some high country kick'n it up...

old hand...

I can't begin to tell you how beautiful the weather has been here.  Cool nights, warm sunny days, slight South breeze, thunder boomers in the distance.  It makes it doubly hard for me to stay inside, so I don't.  

Still working on down sizing the landscaping jungle, and putting in a small veggie garden. Home grown always tastes better.

I used to go through garden gloves really fast, I quit buying the cutesie girly ones long ago. Went on to plastic, leather, canvas, you name it, I burned right through them all. And then I found The gloves, they are the best all around gloves for me, and have held up through it all: rocks, rope lava rocks, gravel, clay soil, rough hoe handles, loppers, chain saws, brush... well you get the idea. 

They are tough, lessen hand fatigue and are inexpensive.   So far, I can only find them (Mad Grip Pro Palm Knuckler Performance Work Glove w/grip injection tech) online through Amazon or sometimes HD. The only downside that I have found is after a few hours they make your hands smell like old gym shoes, really nasty gym shoes... But you were going to wash your hands when you came in anyway, right.

re-soled...

 While my laptop was in the hospital and I was washing windows, I did some wondering:

I wonder if a person's bedroom says more about a person than any of their other living spaces.

If so, I'm in danger of being boring as all get out!  I still can't leave my bedroom without making the bed...

Watch out for white haired grannies... The only damn thing keeping this one from hitting the road to see a cowman... 

is that the favorite boots are in the shop being re-soled.

Water therapy...

As I was slaving away in the brush Saturday, one set of my BIL & SILs (P and Dar) were kayaking on the river.  The first kayaking run of the season; checking the location of snags, exploring, and doing a little fishing. 

I asked Dar if this was the catch or the bait. He didn't answer, just The Look.

 The river is really low as we are in drought mode.

P at the entrance to what I think is Ink Creek.


  

P is the Admin Assistant to an attorney, and Dar is a Marine (Ret.), and a retired LEO.  They are really good people, and have stuck with me through thick and thin.

 They have assured me that I will be taken along on the next go round.  YeeHaw, it's time for water therapy.

Out of country...

It's Kentucky Derby time, and since I don't have a horse in this race I will be out back pruning & clearing brush, keeping an eye out for jingle worms, and assorted other critters...

If I did have a horse in this race I would wear this hat in a heart beat. 

 Most of the time, Charlie 1 Horse hats are a little too much for me, but this one done up by Jennifer Smith of stsranch.com for the Derby is exhilarating (is that even a cowgirl word).

Not likely to be going to a Derby anytime soon, as I would rather spend the price of A (as in (1)ONE) Woodford Reserve mint julip ($2,000) on other things. 

There is a country saying that goes something like: You can take the ol girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the ol girl...