So I'm in the gun room drilling the crap out of the darned Remington magazine tube crimps so I can put the BRILEY 10/shot tube on the Versa Max...so far, so good. Be Saturday before I find out if it works. If it doesn't, I'll be shooting the FNH with a light duct-taped to the tube next week in Portland.
At least I've got enuf ammo, I think. If I don't, I'll borrow it from Patrick Sweeney, who has never forgiven me for cribbing far too much of his match ammunition at the Single Stack Nationals a few years back. He makes great ammo, even if he works for InterMedia! Bring extra ammo, Patrick. And duct tape.
Anyhow, I'm as ready as I'm likely to get for the Crimson Trace Midnight 3-Gun, especially since I'm having dinner in Philadelphia tomorrow and Thursday. My ace in the hole is that I've drafted Alan Samuel, ace zombie killer and 3-gun shooter, to accompany me to the match. His role is to resuscitate me when I pass out...and convince Patrick to give me ammo.
BTW, got the readers' copy of the new Bob Lee Swagger novel, THE THIRD BULLET, today in the mail, just in time for my yo-yo'ing across the country! As always, I'll fill you guys in.