Ordinary levels of hurr-durr, as in taking magazine weapons to the range w/o magazines. Finally changed my ways the day I went to the range, paid the fee, set up on the line, set the ammo out, and had no magazines to load ammo into, Packed up all the rifle stuff and moved over to the pistol line. To repeat the previous performance.
Went out and got two bags with all sorts of accessory pockets. Put at least one magazine for each long arm (and garand clips) in one bag; and did all the pistol mags in the other. Got in the habit of grabbing both bags to prevent other uh-ohs.
Undersmart: Was up early and could have gone to range er-lie-in-the-morn'. Was feeling lazy, so I didn't. Headed out late in the afternoon (at least an hour later than I meant to). Start motoring to the range. Started getting a weird wobble ftom the steering. Which turned into a disturbing thumpeta. About halfway to the range, the became a whumpetawhumpetawhumpeta, which then resolved with a blarghhh-flappitaflappita. Right front has busted the sidewall-tread joint, and tossed steel.
Get pulled on the double-wide paved shoulder. Open all the doors on my ride ('89 Bronco II) since I have to get to the back of the rear seat for jack parts, and have to move all the shooting stuff out of the back to get to the side compartments. Discover that the rear liftgat really needs to be closed to latch the spare carrier to, to best remove the spare. Spare is about 10psi low, and it's near dark. So, head over to the tire store, and get in line (just barely). Only to realize that all the shooting stuff is piled on the floor behind the front seats. The Discount Tire staff noticed that I was paying a lot of attention to the ride, but made no comment. Sigh.
Different level of dumb. Buddy calls and is all keen to make a range trip. I had not really planned on going out, but had nothing better to do. Grabbed up stuff I had ammo for, and packed that all into the car. Collect Bud, and head off to the range. Pay the fee and have the place to ourselves. For good reason, it goes from 40-41º to 32º in the 30-40 minutes we are out there. I've not lubed the AR for freezing temps, so it decides it's too cold to play. Go over to the pistol line and the target .22 is moslty ok; but the Series 70 is not liking not being cold weather lubed, and starts running in slow motion. The reason I had not even thought about going out was that a cold front was forecast to roll in. Standing at the range with weapons that don't run is a fine time to remember this.
