At least one commenter noticed Tam and I missed the morning events at the Indy Air Show. (Next, year, we'll do better -- and wear better sunblock). Alas, we did; but we had a reason.
Some skills are perishable. Shooting, for instance; if your sidearm is to be more than decoration, you've got to practice. Frequently.
Me, I'm no great shot, but I try. (Plus, the .38 Super 1911 was just back from the gunsmith's after a $2.98 repair: main cause of wobbularity, the old barrel link!) Seven-yard paper, no great respecter of "try:" Yes, that's what it looks like, the hangiest of hanging chads, despite a mix of .38 and .45 hits, not to mention Flyers of Frustration. Grrr. Success!
Tam's target already had the center neatly chewed out by the time I arrived at the range. Hey, head start. --Years, not minutes.
My thanks to Indy Parks and the hard-working volunteers who keep it running -- yes, Eagle Creek Park Pistol Range is a city park (when it's not a police range).
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