A Big Saturday Sigh...

...was shooting a pretty good cowboy match today until the last stage, when one of my pistols tanked. Well, more correctly, the ammo tanked...had a high primer that sank my match. Yes, I check my match ammo after I reload it, but I pulled an old round off my belt to finish up a cylinder-full. Yep, dat's the one!

It was also about a thousand degrees hotter than it was predicted to be...was a scorcher on the range.

Meanwhile, this is what's really on my mind...from Drudge:

Swedish men warned of crotch-chomping fish

I'm afraid to go near my bathtub! This is worse than the damned beavers. Here's the rest of the story:

"They bite because they're hungry, and testicles sit nicely in their mouth," he explained.

Well, that answers all my questions! Except for the ball noshing-fish, which have not yet been sighted in Oregon, I'm pretty much as ready as I'm likely to get for the CT Midnight 3-Gun. Maybe I should bring a harpoon, just in case.

I have to say that my knees aren't holding up as well as I hoped since I picked up my hiking schedule in anticipation of Africa. Every 14 months they get injected with some kind of genetically engineered sludge to keep them working, sort of like temporarily chrome-plating them. I'm 10 months into the last injection (which is delivered through a needle the size of a glue gun, BTW), but hiking with weights is stressing them quite a bit. Have I mentioned that getting old sucks? Oh well...I never thought all those triathlons and marathons and other stupid stuff was going to be free. I suppose a couple of pounds of Celebrex will get me through.