|Just finished with the pistol, waiting to put up the shotgun target.|
Shotgun ran without a hitch, other than clumsy loads. Need to do a lot more dry work with these. One of the things that hurt my shotgunning out in Orygun was the fact that most of the stages were predicated toward eight-shot gauges, while my rather pedestrian 870 holds six-plus-one. Shotgun runs that should have ended with a smooth single load through the waiting ejection port to polish off the remaining target frequently ended with "rack-click-curse-fumbleoneintothetube-rack-bang!"
Went to the brewpub and picked up a couple half growlers of beer. Bobbi asked if I could stop by the grocery store on the way home. I allowed as to how I might could swing by the mini-Kroger, why? Turns out we were out of breakfast meat.
"I don't know if the little Kroger has bacon or not; their meat department is so small..."And so I did. Neighborhood is crawling with tourists even worse than usual for a sunny late-summer weekend because of the painfully-backronymed WARMfest.
"Sure they do!"
"No, I mean bacon bacon. Look, I live in Broad Ripple; my bacon comes wrapped in butcher paper, not vacuum-packed. I'll stop at Fresh Market."
It's hot out there. Thinking about a nap.