Seen on the street in Kyiv.

Words of Advice:

"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne

“The Mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment?” -- The TOFF *

"Foreign Relations Boil Down to Two Things: Talking With People or Killing Them." -- Unknown

“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie

"Thou Shalt Get Sidetracked by Bullshit, Every Goddamned Time." -- The Ghoul

"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad

"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown

"Stay Strapped or Get Clapped." -- probably not Mr. Rogers

"The Dildo of Karma rarely comes lubed." -- Unknown

"Eck!" -- George the Cat

* "TOFF" = Treasonous Orange Fat Fuck,
"FOFF" = Felonious Old Fat Fuck,
"COFF" = Convicted Old Felonious Fool,
A/K/A Commandante (or Cadet) Bone Spurs,
A/K/A El Caudillo de Mar-a-Lago, A/K/A the Asset,
A/K/A P01135809, A/K/A Dementia Donnie, A/K/A Felon^34,
A/K/A Dolt-45, A/K/A Don Snoreleone

Sunday, October 6, 2013

3-Gun Match: Medium Speed & Drag

What I shot at a three-gun match earlier today:


Top to bottom: Ithaca (SKB) Model 600 in 20 gauge, a M-1 Garand, and a Smith & Wesson Model 19.

The course of five was at 4 swinging steel plates at 25 yards with a handgun, two steel silhouettes at 20 yards with a shotgun and two double-taps on two silhouettes with a rifle at 50 and 75 yards. I thought that I'd speed up my game a little over the last match by taking a semiautomatic rifle.

I didn't do badly, something like 30.5 seconds, including a fifth shot at the handgun plates. The silhouette targets were hard to see; they were black on black backers and there was a lot of sun glare. I did outshoot a fair number of the "high-speed, low drag" boys to come in around the middle of the pack. They mostly all shot .223, 9mm or .22 carbines. One shooter had an AR-15A2, another had a Henry .22 and yet another shot a M-1 carbine.

All fun.

I would have liked to have gone flying, but a front came though bringing strong winds behind it. 20+kt gusts that are blowing directly across the runway are not fun to deal with, especially in a taildragger.

On to gun cleaning and laundry. Jake's litter box is overdue for a scrub-down. At least he is nowhere near as particular about that as was George (peace be upon him).

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