Monday, February 27, 2012

Hit the Ground Running!

...and sleep deprived! Alf the Wonder Beagle conspired with a big Mac Daddy raccoon to make sure my Sweetie and I woke up every couple of hours. To be fair, pickin's get a little slim this time of year up by the Secret Hidden Bunker, especially when the temperatures approach zero and even the skinny squirrels go to ground. So old Mac Daddy -- who is, I swear, the biggest raccoon I've ever seen -- starts checking everywhere for scraps.

All day in the studio today finishing up Season 12 of SHOOTING GALLERY, then on the range tomorrow (hoping it warms up enough so I don't stick to the guns!).

In the end, both my Sweetie and I improved our final match finish over last year's Winter Range...in my case especially, not bad for bombing an entire day! I barely made the 50% break, which was my minimum goal. I need to take a couple of cases of shotgun shells and go whack plates, over and over again!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Bane, glad you and Indiana had fun and are happy with how you did. Maybe next year I'll make it and bump you both up a notch seeing as how I'll be down at the bottom LOL.

Grizz

DamDoc said...

Dont pull a Jean Shepherd on us!.. keep the tongue OFF the receiver!..

nj_larry said...

This is a nice warm place, Arizona way, to visit and get away from the cold. I read this article this morning and can't stop laughing. It reminds me of the classic NY cop line "nothing happening here, move along"... A lovely NO GO part of the US. Military style armed escorts thru the park to go see the plants and turtles.

I don't know what is going on anymore....

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Anonymous said...

My good friend and fellow shooter lives out here in farm country. He got up one morning and saw a couple of 'coons rummaging around in the cut-over corn field out back of his house. "They were way out there", he says. He ran and got is '03 Springfield and went outside. Instantly, he realized that he had rare opportunity at hand, so he dove to the ground and waited. Just as he expected, one 'coon moved exactly in line with the other and my buddy sends one "ball" at'em. Bam, two 'coons, one shot! None of us have bettered him. He doesn't let us forget either.

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