Went to the range in the afternoon, but it was windy so I mostly shot indoors. (I ate pasta with pesto and shrimp for lunch.)
Before leaving, I passed my wife at the top of the stairs and said to her, "I'm going out to shoot guns." Nobody knew those would be the last words I'd say to her for 2 hours.
Anyhow, I shot guns then picked up all my brass (9mm and 308) and put the steel in the bucket. A manic Russian guy was picking through the spent shell buckets - yup, a reloader - said he was looking to buy "powder" too. WTF buddy...Chechnya is in Russia. I turned quick and caught him looking at my brass.
Out in the parking lot, I unsheathed and locked "Odin's Hammer" in the glove compartment...very deliberate action. When I got my daughter from daycare, I entered unarmed except for a folding knife. She didn't see a thing.
She likes turtles.
Before leaving, I passed my wife at the top of the stairs and said to her, "I'm going out to shoot guns." Nobody knew those would be the last words I'd say to her for 2 hours.
Anyhow, I shot guns then picked up all my brass (9mm and 308) and put the steel in the bucket. A manic Russian guy was picking through the spent shell buckets - yup, a reloader - said he was looking to buy "powder" too. WTF buddy...Chechnya is in Russia. I turned quick and caught him looking at my brass.
Out in the parking lot, I unsheathed and locked "Odin's Hammer" in the glove compartment...very deliberate action. When I got my daughter from daycare, I entered unarmed except for a folding knife. She didn't see a thing.
She likes turtles.