Like Having a Private Range

I just got back from the range. Wednesdays RULE. There were like three people there, and I managed steal a pile of .45 brass. I take it right out of the dustpan things they use to sweep it up. They owe it to me. I pay their bills, and I’ve left lots of brass on previous outings.

I am too pooped to edit photos right now. Maybe I’ll write it up tomorrow.

The bipod was a great idea. I’m not in love with the gun’s stock, though. The pistol-grip part of it is too horizontal, so it’s hard to get a consistent position on it. I much prefer the weird PSL grip.

I had the humiliating experience of shooting my SW1911 next to a guy who shot nearly as well at 75 feet as I do at 50. Thank God he left.

Unfortunately, while I was shooting, our financial institutions all disintegrated. That was bad.