…just to recover from the weekend. Its been a while since I’ve had a weekend this good. Tiring but good.
Saturday was another wedding; this time my” niece” Samantha and her new hubby Jason. Great ceremony and good times but made for another long day.
Then up on Sunday for church and –prepare yourselves — a few hours of actual shooting goodness !
Yes, your humble scribe remembered that he can actually use the range for target practice. My buddy Cliff was in town for Sam’s wedding and we spent about 3 hours running a pistols and our .22 rifles through their paces. Good news is both of us can still shoot even though some rust shows on the skills.
I would have taken pictures, prepared reviews (shot his Ruger 10/22 for example) but was having too much fun just shooting. Maybe next time.
In the mean times, here is a pic of the bride and groom.
Not sure what is going on with the blog right now; I at least keep getting database communication errors.
I’ll try to get some help resolving the issue (probably related to the web hosting service I use) soon.
Just not sure when “soon” will be — I’m working crazy hours still and my niece is getting married tomorrow. Have a house full of guests for the wedding and club board meeting was last night.
For Some reason, I’m feeling a little stretched.
But speaking of marriage; did I share a picture of my daughter and son in law?
Sunday we celebrated Brad’s birthday; days after he actually turned 50. Wished I had seen this before the weekend, I would have gotten him a cake.
Brad is one my friends that go way back. We were friends in high school and have kept in touch all these years. Happy Birthday Brad — incredible that any of us survived this long.
Would have a full range report (what doesn’t everyone celebrate birthdays at the range?) but I didn’t take my camera nor did I really stop having fun to make notes. There were 12 of us out at the club, we shot for about 4.5 hours with a wide variety of firearms. Most of the arsenal came from myself and Bradley, Brad’s son, who set up the party. After tiring ourselves out turning lots of money into smoke and noise; we hit Springcreek BBQ for dinner. YUM!
Been there, several times in the past. So if anyone knows of a job lead, drop a note to Serenity or RabidAlien.
I think they have the right focus; Trust in the Lord.
Not always easy to do but He Delivers.
In the summer of 2003, just months after marrying and gaining a family, I was informed our plant was to be closed. I was fortunate to be offered a position with the company as long as I wanted — doing corporate projects, assisting other plants, etc. While that tided me over well past the official plant closing, I knew it was a dead end job.
When I first heard the news, I prayed. I prayed that I would find a new job before the end of the year. Then I started trying to find a job; the Lord provides but expects us to do our part.
Months went by. Still employed but doing lots of traveling. I got a call and interviewed just before Thanksgiving with “The Kids Division of a Big Name Retailer”. On December 1st, they offered me a position. I really wanted to take a little break, just unwind a bit after traveling 50 to 75% of the time for months.
So I told them I needed to give 2 weeks notice; truthfully knew I could wrap up sooner but figured that would put it mid month just before the holidays. I was hoping that they would say start after New Years. Of course, God remembered every word of my prayers even if I didn’t.
They asked me to start on Dec. 15th. I did.
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you
Hang in there RabidAlien and Serenity; He has plans for you two I’m sure.
Spent a large chunk of the day sleeping in and lazing around the house; Life can be good even if it isn’t all spent at the range.
Later that day, I met up with a friend and reader Cormac (didn’t ask if I could use his name, so for now he is Nameless) and headed out to the Super Secret Shooting Range aka The Club.
Nameless Cormac isn’t a member of the club so I did the usual nickel tour then headed to the pistol and rifle range. Oh boy, was my timing off. I thought that going later in the day made sense; hoping that most people showed up earlier then went to lunch.
Apparently many folks thought like I did — late lunch then show up to the range.
There was a large group of people taking up all the stations at the 200 yard range, a group of folks plinking away (with very high dollar firearms) on the 25 yard Rimfire only range, and a hand full of folks on the 50- and 100-yard ranges. The 25-yard range was plum full of folks. It was probably as busy it had ever been. Of course, Nameless Cormac was a little shocked by that opinion. He pointed out there was no waiting line and it did have a couple of open spaces. I just smiled and pointed out the advantages of being a member of a private range.
We decided to start out on the plate rack on another 25-yard range. Unfortunately it was almost as if we were doing a nature television show “No plates were actually harmed in the process of filming or shooting at them”.
It wasn’t quite that bad but the steel industry won’t be running on high due to our shooting. We did manage to start knocking a few down consistently later though.
We took the time to punch some holes in paper targets at 25 yards also. Did better there and it was fun to shoot at that range; normally I practice at 7 or 15 yards. It was also humbling for me, I can see how much work I have to do.
Updated to include name and mention Cormac’s shooting with his Mosin — 3 shots in the bullseye that could have been covered with a quarter at 25 yards. He can stick around if there is a Zombie Apocolypse
Guests, Guests and more guests.
It was also very interesting to see how many people brought out guests to the club. I would say easily 1/3 of the people shooting Saturday afternoon were visitors to the club. I was glad to see them. I made sure to introduce myself and thank them for coming out.