- It is not good for your concentration while shooting a practical pistol shoot to get a text that reads “No rush, but when you get home we need to take Boo to the emergency room.”
- He’s OK. Apparently he fell at school on Thursday and smacked his shoulder. On Saturday he was having muscle spasms in his neck. This caused him to have a headache and not want to turn his head. A thorough exam by the doctor, followed by a dose of ibuprofen, made him feel much better.
- Remember that issue I had with the 1911 magazine last month in which it would fall out the bottom of the gun during a shooting stage? Yeah, that happened again on Saturday. Twice.
- After considering what I was doing, looking at some books, and going back out to the range today to reshoot the stages, I believe I’ve found my issue.
- It would appear that rather than putting my right thumb on the safety lever, I’m tucking it under my non-firing hand. When I try to take a firm one-handed grip on the pistol, my thumb is coming up and forward a bit, and pushing in on the magazine release. That would explain why the problem tends to happen when I’m racking the slide.
- Yeah, my hands are a tad on the big side. I’m using Hogue grips already, and I can almost wrap my fingers around the trigger guard.
- I spent quite a bit of time practicing correct grip, including going to it when drawing from the holster. I’ll continue working on it over the next month, including malfunction drills, and see how I do at the April shoot.
- The mud at the range was about 6 inches deep and soupy on Saturday. Today, it was, for the most part, the consistency of modeling clay. I still wore my old boots.
- You would think it would be easy to find bright red dud cartridges against gray-brown mud, but I still managed to lose two of them today.
- Today was the first time I’ve shot an AR-15 with a reflex sight in a situation where I could switch back and forth between targets. It was a lot of fun and a new challenge.
- Today was also the first time I’ve shot my Mossberg 590A1. A box each of buckshot and slugs put a wonderful ache into my right shoulder and a grin on my face.
- Saturday night I saw a customized Benelli shotgun get auctioned off for $2800, which is a new experience for me.
- It probably would have stopped at around $2000, but the winner had his young grandson on his lap, and he let the kid keep upping the bid. Where do I get grandparents like that?
- I saw a new game at the Ducks Unlimited banquet: Duck Bingo. $20 gets you a number, which corresponds to a cell in a grid. The grid is the floor of a chicken wire cage. Once all of the tickets are sold, a duck is put into the cage, and the number of the cell where the duck poops wins. Prizes were a beautiful Howa .308 and a hunting print.
- Yes, I bought a ticket. No, I did not win.
- To the jackass who was too busy texting to notice all the cars around him were gone, I hope you were at least embarrassed when the nice policeman asked you to identify your major malfunction.
- I also hope he has to go to a gastroenterologist to retrieve his phone.
Posted by daddybear71 on March 10, 2014