Guns aren't pets to be looked at, stroked and patted on the head, even if you do love them. No, they're tools, machines built with a purpose and made to be used. With that in mind, a friend came over from Dallas and we drove out to the range with a truckload of guns.
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| A Pet |
First things first, see if my pal's Remington semi .22 was dialed in. It wasn't but the scope was soon put to rights. The Ruger American was right on and the more I shoot it the more I like it. Handy little bolter.
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| Some Guns |
An old Winchester pump .22 did just fine too, handily taking down some steel plates and a small silhouette at 100 yards. I like that gun, and there was nothing wrong with an AR, either. Well done, Spikes Tactical, Fortis, Ballistic Advantage and Primary Arms. Put the dot on the target and off you go.
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| Dial it In |
And then there's Glock. Some people scorn them, "they're rubbish." I disagree, a right workhorse of a pistol and all business. Breathe, squeeze the trigger, take down the plate, or whatever. For some reason I shot better at 30 yards than I did at 15. Weird, but true.
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| Some Old Guy With a Gun(s) |
We finished off by blasting a plastic water container down the range with a single shot Boita (?) .20 gauge. Big fun.
So now you know. Happy Presidents Day.
LSP
4 comments:
Your president and leader would not approve of you doing this on President's Day or any day.
Blue Left-Behind is plotting revenge. I can see it in his eyes.
Blue Heelers have such expressive eyes. Good shoot'n Padre.
I'm afraid he felt very marginalized when we got raptured and he had to stay behind, LL. But we came back.
So did our "Commander in Chief." How did that happen?
He's a smart dog, Brighid.
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