Good grief! I spent most of the whole freakin' day assembling grill! How can this happen? I was going to the range today and do a little shooting. I was going to write a chapter on SURVIVAL GUNS. Instead, it's me, a Brinkman grill and a screwdriver. I lost control and bought this monster, with a charcoal side and a propane side, because nothing beats charcoal for searing fish, but I like to finish the fish in the oven. So my idea was to replace my ancient Weber (10+ years) with something that wasn't composting itself. In a staggering moment of weakness, I decided to assemble it myself...what was I thinking? Clearly, I wasn't.
Anyway, I got the damn thing done in time to grill some mahi on it. I made a pineapple/red onion relish I wasn't crazy about, but my Sweetie liked it. That's what mattered. When I wasn't trapped in some hellish episode of HOME IMPROVEMENT, I ordered a .223 suppressor from Surefire. I'm waiting for paper to clear on 2 .22 suppressors.
Tomorrow I'm off to the Shooting Industry Masters at the Rockcastle Shooting Center north of Nashville. I'm not signed up to shoot, but I'm hopeful to get in the side matches. Also hoping for some fried okra and Kentucky bourbon, but I'll play it as it lays.
Got my new cowboy shotgun today, a pristine Browning BSS side-by-side now cut down for CAS shooting by "Johnny Meadows," one of the living masters of the cowboy shotgun. Be a few weeks before I get it into a match, though. Time for me to go to work.