Got to the range and started off by running Dot Torture with my Glock 19. I don't like shooting Glocks much, but this one gets 50 rounds every range trip because it's being used to T&E something.
|Glock 19 and M&P 9 FS.|
I hadn't shot the gun without the light or laser on it in a long time, as can be evinced by the pull to the right on the first dots. Then I settled down and was doing okay until I threw one of the strong-hand-only shots, followed by a week-hand-only one, and then it was time to egregiously drop a pair of shots on #9 and #10 so I could finish up shooting a 46, down two to my performance with the Glock. I'm cleaning the Smith and putting the beams back on it tonight.
|"Hey, little buckaroo! Get your dad to take you down to the Ace Hardware so you can spend your lawn-mowing money on the same gun Cowboy Sam used to defend the stagecoach from Black Bart!"|
|If this picture were to be any cuter, it would need a slow loris in there somehow.|
Single-loading a round in the SR-22's magazines for her, he would then guide her hands through each step. But as you can see, the actual shot was all her. Because 'Merica. (This was obviously not her first rodeo.)
After we left the range we went to Bradis to check on the ammo situation and pick up this 'n' that, and from there it was back to Broad Ripple for a yummy lunch at Thr3e Wise Men, where I got a half-growler of their "Breaking Barn" Milk Stout to go.
As Sundays go, this one's been pretty tough to top...