Lopsided Range Report
Tomorrow's Gonna Be A Stone Cold Bitch...
Took the day off today to decompress after my jaunt up to Dallas. More on that tomorrow.
Right now, I'm sitting here trying to type mostly one-handed, 'cause my right side's not quite up to the task. See, I went with my buddy Zibig to the shootin' range this afternoon, and my right shoulder is now mostly pureéd.
Remember that shotgun I just bought? Well, no time like the present to run it through the wringer and see how it handles. After doing a bit of target practice with the .357 Blackhawk & the .22 pistol, it was off to the shotgun area.
One hopes they allow snails and abalone.
It's been a while since I've done any shotgun shooting. We're talking years, mind you. Even then, it was using light skeet loads. I haven't shot anything heavier than #7 shot in longer than I can remember.
Heh. It all comes rushing back... straight into your shoulder bone! I launched a box of 00 Buck downrange, followed by most of a box of heavy game loads. Out of that 6 lb. shotgun, the recoil is fargin' BRUTAL!
Let me state for the record that it's quite probable that the next time I voluntarily shoot full-power buckshot loads outta that gun, giant mutant orangutans with radioactive hoo-hahs will be in the process of breaking into the house to administer Death By Boon-Dah!* upon the occupants. Otherwise, forget it.
The game loads weren't as bad, but it still bucks a mite. The bruise on my shoulder tomorrow will probably have 82 shades of red, purple and blue.
I will say this... once your shoulder numbs a bit, it's a hell of a rush!
*If you haven't heard the Death By Boon-Dah! joke, ask around. It's pretty ancient. Not quite as ancient as "Rectum? Damn near killed him!" but pretty ancient nonetheless.
Took the day off today to decompress after my jaunt up to Dallas. More on that tomorrow.
Right now, I'm sitting here trying to type mostly one-handed, 'cause my right side's not quite up to the task. See, I went with my buddy Zibig to the shootin' range this afternoon, and my right shoulder is now mostly pureéd.
Remember that shotgun I just bought? Well, no time like the present to run it through the wringer and see how it handles. After doing a bit of target practice with the .357 Blackhawk & the .22 pistol, it was off to the shotgun area.
One hopes they allow snails and abalone.
It's been a while since I've done any shotgun shooting. We're talking years, mind you. Even then, it was using light skeet loads. I haven't shot anything heavier than #7 shot in longer than I can remember.
Heh. It all comes rushing back... straight into your shoulder bone! I launched a box of 00 Buck downrange, followed by most of a box of heavy game loads. Out of that 6 lb. shotgun, the recoil is fargin' BRUTAL!
Let me state for the record that it's quite probable that the next time I voluntarily shoot full-power buckshot loads outta that gun, giant mutant orangutans with radioactive hoo-hahs will be in the process of breaking into the house to administer Death By Boon-Dah!* upon the occupants. Otherwise, forget it.
The game loads weren't as bad, but it still bucks a mite. The bruise on my shoulder tomorrow will probably have 82 shades of red, purple and blue.
I will say this... once your shoulder numbs a bit, it's a hell of a rush!
*If you haven't heard the Death By Boon-Dah! joke, ask around. It's pretty ancient. Not quite as ancient as "Rectum? Damn near killed him!" but pretty ancient nonetheless.
posted by El Capitan | 6:25 PM
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