… it’ll cure what ails you.
Took an impromptu shooting trip yesterday with the Husband In Law, who wanted to get some practice in before weapons qualification with his employer next week. He was itching to fling some lead from his new Springfield XDM, and me, well…
… I had a handful of guns what wanted shooting.
So, I drug out the Mosin and the Bushmaster, zeroed the scope on KatyBeth’s pink Cricket .22, and brought along the yin and yang of sidearms; my Glock 17 and the High Standard Crusader 1911, because like Donny and Marie, I am simultaneously a little bit country and a little bit rock ‘n roll.
They say even a bad day shooting is better than a good at work, and by that measure, yesterday was a very good day:
One of my ten yard targets. I was grouping like that all day long. Still a little high, though. Gonna have to work on that.
At 25 yards, I was able to keep just about every round on the paper. Most of my groups could be covered by my hand, fingers held together. That won’t win any contests, but it’s definitely minute-of-bad-guy, and I’ll get better with more practice.
Even got a few good photos of the day:
Me burping my Tupperware.
The Husband In Law With his XDM. That blur you see just behind his head is the ejected brass.
Me with the Crusader, brass in the air at the top of the photo.
Husband In Law putting the Bushmaster through its paces. Afterwards, his grin met in the back. He stopped just short of offering me the Ex Wife back in exchange for it, but only because I suspect he’s hoping she’ll buy him one just like it for Christmas.
Nex trip, I think I’m taking KatyBeth out to try out her Crickett.
