We toddled over to West Virginia for our first range day since before Lance Criminal was born, and attended a Wounded Warrior Project fundraiser. I support them anyway, so that was this week's donation. It was pretty cool, although we had chores to do so we didn't stay for the lunch. I met some of my favorite gunbloggers, and three of my guns are in dire need of a thorough cleaning! I also know where I'll go for my concealed carry permit class and more training. WolfAlpha and I blasted away for about two hours before my back said, "Are you kidding me? What's with all this percussion?"
I even hit two perfect bulls-eyes, both with the .357 Magnum. Once with the hammer cocked, and once one handed. I have no idea how - 'cos that sucker is heavy!
I'm all ready for a shower now because I'm gritty and speckled with minuscule mild powder burns. Oh, and WolfAlpha got a bit of brass down his collar, a gift from the gal next to us. If I hadn't been there, I'd be demanding to know who gave him that hickie!
A bangity good day!