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).
Good shooting, cowgirl!
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Quite good.
ReplyDeleteI came in on Sunday afternoon and was able to confirm that the problem with my 1911 was the extractor not the ejector as I first thought.
I must say that is a rather nice range and well run.
It was either you or Tam that told me about it at a blogmeet, so thanks!