...In the words of that old spiritual....
Ummm, somebody'll take that the wrong way, so let me start over: At some (dang) point in my (dang) chores today, I'm a-gonna get my (danged) self to the (dang) range and have happy-go-shooty fun. Paper targets will be endangered, at least potentially. Hooray!
I'm takin' the 22-cal-converted AR-15. Haven't shot it with the conversion in yet. Need to. (That's converted to rimfire, .22LR, with a drop-in bolt carrier and suitable magazines).
Update: So, off to Creaking Eagles we went, snagging two of the last three lanes available despite a pretty good rain. The firing line's under a roof; it's a staggered deflect-o-roof from there back, set so that stray shots are blocked but air and light -- and rain -- are not. It turns out that .22LR EBRs are so "unusual" that there were a couple more already on the line. I had my Ruger/PacLite Mk. II and the Sistema Colt, too. All three of 'em still shoot better than I do and I wasn't shootin' all that bad. The AR puts 'em a bit low at pistol distances, which is just what you'd expect.
Returned home after a couple of hours and cooked up a big skillet o' stuff: sausage (mostly "country" style sausage with some andouille for kick), the last two strips of bacon, purple cabbage, an Anaheim pepper, two kinds of mushrooms, a leek and eggs, topped with chopped uncooked sweet red pepper, radish, carrots and a little grated cheese. Condiments as desired (a little Cholula hot sauce for me) and it's as tasty as can be. Small wonder I napped after!
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