Blogorado AAR and pics tomorrow, hopefully.

“Damn, that’s a big buck, AD!” they’ll exclaim.

“Oh yeah, that one,” I’ll shrug nonchalantly. “Yeah, he was pretty fair. Twenty-inch inside spread, about 300 pounds. Scored about 150 Boone and Crockett*.”

“Damn! Where’d ya bag him?”

“Hmm, let’s see,” I’ll muse. “That was Blogorado, 2009 or thereabouts, I reckon.”

“What didja bag him with?”

“Brought him down at a dead run, with a 318 Dakota,” I’ll say, without a hint of smugness, as if it were an everyday thing.

“318 Dakota? Is that anything like a .338 Lapua?”

“Sorta,” I’ll judge, “only a fair bit more powerful.”

“Wow! More powerful than a Lapua Magnum? What kinda ballistics does it have?”

“Varies quite a bit,” I’ll muse. “Depends upon the loading, but the best thing is, it’ll hold its velocity, like, forever*, dude. I took this one at 65, but get this, at 130, it hits, like, four friggin’ times as hard.“

“Sounds like a helluva wildcat cartridge!” they’ll say, impressed. “Lotsa knockdown power?”

“Yep,” I’ll nod sagely. “Hits like a fucking truck, dude.”

*If you set the cruise control.

Tomorrow we’ll have breakfast, spend the day swapping lies, solving the world’s problems, drinking more Atomic Beer, eating more FarmFamily cooking, and turning lots of money into smoke and noise. It oughta be fun.

At least one person had a good end to a long and tiring day:

And tomorrow she’ll get to shoot her pink .22, and I’m told that I will get my ass up on a horse for the first time in twenty years.

Oh well, the pictures should certainly be entertaining. Stay tuned!