Tallbald
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A friend and I go to the range a couple times or more a month. Outdoors and down deep in a holler outside Bowling Green. Arrived at 0900 hoping to beat the heat of the day, which later on did reach 101 heat index. No breeze stirring and just us and the insects on the groomed range under the tin roofed shelter.
We were shooting black powder which fascinates us both. Slow and contemplative. I took out my Pietta Remington wannabe copy (brass frame beautiful $100 second hand purchase several years ago) and in dismay watched as the gun's blued surfaces became immediately covered in condensation so heavy the barrel markings were illegible.
Friend fired off several cylinders from his Ruger Old Army and I decided to start with my Optima V2 pistol. Within less than 30 minutes he and I both were wearing soaking wet sweaty shirts and I was dripping on the bench while sweat poured into my eyes. We both decided simultaneously that we would call it a morning.
Oh well. Such is July in Kentucky. Bob we will try again next week(?) Don.
We were shooting black powder which fascinates us both. Slow and contemplative. I took out my Pietta Remington wannabe copy (brass frame beautiful $100 second hand purchase several years ago) and in dismay watched as the gun's blued surfaces became immediately covered in condensation so heavy the barrel markings were illegible.
Friend fired off several cylinders from his Ruger Old Army and I decided to start with my Optima V2 pistol. Within less than 30 minutes he and I both were wearing soaking wet sweaty shirts and I was dripping on the bench while sweat poured into my eyes. We both decided simultaneously that we would call it a morning.
Oh well. Such is July in Kentucky. Bob we will try again next week(?) Don.