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Hey all,
Hope everyone's feeling good.
Today was one of those days that things just don't line up or don't make sense. I knew I had a short work day, only one appointment scheduled and my boss was off- so I was working alone. When I got to work my scheduled appointment wasn't there. Not terribly unusual but when you've only got one lined up for the day, it's frustrating . as usual a number of folks wandered in without appointments anyway.
Knowing I'd be done early I brought a few handguns with me and planned to hit the range before I headed home. I've got a buddy who is just now finally getting into guns and I told him I'd call on my way and he could shoot with me. When I was on my way I called to tell him, he's in a wheelchair and it takes him some time to get it all together and out the door .
I hit the worst traffic in recent memory trying to get to the range, instead of beating my friend to the range he beat me there by a half hour. I should have been there 10 minutes or more before him. Oh well, shootin' time!
My friend (who is an exceptional pool player but only been shooting 6 months) out shot me handily- with my own gun (6" gp100). Geez, some things gotta give. I pulled out my super redhawk and handed it to him along with a bag of 325 grain lfn bullets over a full case of h110. That'll teach him. Ha! All shots were low and left. I loaded it up and by gosh, all low and left for me too. What the heck?! Well, I adjusted the sights and it was back to normal. Then he out shot me with it too.
He's got a new sig 226 with a red dot, tried again and was out done again. Off day, I'm usually fairly decent and thought I should be able to best this newby. Not the case. So I owed the guy a beer. We loaded up and headed out. Well tried. My key wasn't on my key chain . no van key. No where. I went back into the range and picked through the trash, walked the store, parking lot, looked through my van and range bag. Checked my wallet or anywhere the dumb key could have ended up. Gone.
Oh well, one of those days. I called another guy I know who lives a block from the range for a ride- my other buddy was already down the road at the bar and didn't want him to have to do the whole thing again due to his disability. My other friend took 20 minutes to show up and he took me home to grab my spare key. My father in law who was watching my kids today got a good laugh at my expense and I headed out to get my van.
Finally get home and take my range bag out and underneath it was my key. How? I have no idea, slingshot action I guess. Bizarre . I figure today isn't my day, oh well, almost over. Just had to cook the kids dinner, a couple minutes later I hear my almost 2 year old crying from the living room, go to look. Not there. She was in the bathroom, she tried to sit on the toilet with all her clothes on and fell in. Soaked and upset. Shower time. Meanwhile I'm wrangling my 3 year old who likes to run wild too.
I'm good now, kids are in bed, I'm just sitting here and hoping nothing else crazy happens today. Wish me luck!
Oooooooof, rough one fellas.
Hope everyone's feeling good.
Today was one of those days that things just don't line up or don't make sense. I knew I had a short work day, only one appointment scheduled and my boss was off- so I was working alone. When I got to work my scheduled appointment wasn't there. Not terribly unusual but when you've only got one lined up for the day, it's frustrating . as usual a number of folks wandered in without appointments anyway.
Knowing I'd be done early I brought a few handguns with me and planned to hit the range before I headed home. I've got a buddy who is just now finally getting into guns and I told him I'd call on my way and he could shoot with me. When I was on my way I called to tell him, he's in a wheelchair and it takes him some time to get it all together and out the door .
I hit the worst traffic in recent memory trying to get to the range, instead of beating my friend to the range he beat me there by a half hour. I should have been there 10 minutes or more before him. Oh well, shootin' time!
My friend (who is an exceptional pool player but only been shooting 6 months) out shot me handily- with my own gun (6" gp100). Geez, some things gotta give. I pulled out my super redhawk and handed it to him along with a bag of 325 grain lfn bullets over a full case of h110. That'll teach him. Ha! All shots were low and left. I loaded it up and by gosh, all low and left for me too. What the heck?! Well, I adjusted the sights and it was back to normal. Then he out shot me with it too.
He's got a new sig 226 with a red dot, tried again and was out done again. Off day, I'm usually fairly decent and thought I should be able to best this newby. Not the case. So I owed the guy a beer. We loaded up and headed out. Well tried. My key wasn't on my key chain . no van key. No where. I went back into the range and picked through the trash, walked the store, parking lot, looked through my van and range bag. Checked my wallet or anywhere the dumb key could have ended up. Gone.
Oh well, one of those days. I called another guy I know who lives a block from the range for a ride- my other buddy was already down the road at the bar and didn't want him to have to do the whole thing again due to his disability. My other friend took 20 minutes to show up and he took me home to grab my spare key. My father in law who was watching my kids today got a good laugh at my expense and I headed out to get my van.
Finally get home and take my range bag out and underneath it was my key. How? I have no idea, slingshot action I guess. Bizarre . I figure today isn't my day, oh well, almost over. Just had to cook the kids dinner, a couple minutes later I hear my almost 2 year old crying from the living room, go to look. Not there. She was in the bathroom, she tried to sit on the toilet with all her clothes on and fell in. Soaked and upset. Shower time. Meanwhile I'm wrangling my 3 year old who likes to run wild too.
I'm good now, kids are in bed, I'm just sitting here and hoping nothing else crazy happens today. Wish me luck!
Oooooooof, rough one fellas.