Saturday, August 07, 2004
Home On The Range
Had a pretty cool last couple of days. On Thursday, everyone was running around getting things ready for a get together complete with Denita, Eric and Ironbear of Who Tends The Fires and Misha. We had dinner of salad, roast beast, peas, mashed potatoes, bread and Yorkshire pudding, all prepared by the Mrs. I’ve never had Yorkshire pudding. It wasn’t bad. Unfortunately, the Irish in me reared its ugly head and devoured a mountain, roughly the size of Mt. Everest, of mashed potatoes so I didn’t have a lot of room for much else. There was also dessert of fruit salad and cream puffs. There were many in pain by the time we were finished. Had some beers and a few smokes and excellent conversation. Discussed a lot of politics as well as other things but the rest shall remain in the living room.
The next day we got up and went to the range. Can you believe the agony I must be going through? I went to the range twice in one week. Oh the horror! The absolute punishment! No, Mr. Fox, please don’t make me go to the range, whatever you do. Any place but the range!
Denita and Eric met us there and shot off some of Kim’s guns but I didn’t pay much attention to them. I did notice that Denita did a pretty darn good job considering it had been awhile since she had fired a weapon. I guess it’s like riding a bike.
Anyway, back to me! My blog!
The guys at the range let me shoot the Kahr PM9 the entire time and I went through 170 or so rounds before calling it a day. No, that’s not a typo. I said, 170 rounds. I love to shoot. Love it, love it, love it, love it. In case you didn’t feel that, I said I love it.
I went back and forth between 15 feet and 21 feet....difference of across the room and across a bigger room, intruder wise. Allow me to illustrate precisely what an intruder will face should the fool make the mistake of coming into my room:
The top three targets were at 21 feet and the bottom two targets plus center mass on the main target and the ol’....erm....breaking of the pelvis....yah....are at 15 feet. Because I do pretty well at 15 feet I worked on shooting at a faster pace and the 15 feet shots were mostly one to two seconds apart, max. The 21 feet, still need some work on so I slowed down a bit but again, maybe 3-4 seconds in between, occassionally longer when Kim’s Son & Heir was firing off his cannon. I’m not good enough not to let the concussion from that thing in the next stall distract me. I did eventually have to move 4 stalls away because if you’ll look closely at the very top target, you’ll see three shots at the very top; one to the left, one in the middle and one to the right. Those three shots were when my trigger pull was just about complete and Son & Heir fired at that exact same moment and I swear, this thing is so fricken loud and you can feel it when it fires even though you aren’t firing it, and so I’d be startled and my shot got thrown off. Like I said, I’m not good enough to block that thing out but let me tell ya, when you are standing in a stall next to this thing and you feel the hairs on your arms standing up...not out of fear....no, from the sheer power of this thing....it can take awhile to get used to.
Also, have two jobs now. Temporary jobs but jobs nonetheless and the best thing is I get to do both while sitting in my pajamas in the house! HA! One job should take me no longer than the end of this weekend and the other job should take maybe about 2 weeks and then I guess I’ll have to go find a “real” job which sucks! I’d rather have a job where I can work from home. Well, we’ll see. And don’t ask me what the jobs are because I’m not going to discuss them in the interest of protecting people’s privacy.
On Monday we are apparently going to get some fried pies. The duToit’s swear up and down they are good and I’ll wish to go back very often. You know I’ll be reporting on it. I’m also bringing the camera along just in case I come across more weird things along the way.
As it turns out, Denita and Eric saw that field of brown garbage cans on their way up and agreed it was rather odd. I’ll be taking a photo of that field in about a week or so. Of course I’m gonna share it with you. Ye of little faith.
<--- Here Endeth The Lesson
