armoredman
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The wife went to work, leaving me and Da Boy unsupervised and all...scary thought, but here we were, and guns and ammo available...so, lets go shooting!
Yeah, ha, ha, you funny. We forgot what weekend it was. See, with our weird schedules, the only reason I knew it was Thanksgiving was the meal my Sgt and I brought in for my staff AND no Administration running amok everywhere. Big bonus points there. Plus, we had a very short and almost painful "holiday feast" at the in-laws, MUCH noise, much shouting, kids wanting attention 24/7, and we bailed very fast. So, for us, the holiday might as well not exist.
UNTIL...we tried to go to the range. I have never SEEN so many people at the firing line, not to mention people literally waiting to get a bench. Holy Garbanzo Beans, Batman, on one hand this really bodes well for the shooting sports when you see some many families with youngsters learning gun use and safety on the line...dagnabbit, I got loads I worked no for a week I wanna shoot! *throws self on floor, flailing arms and legs yelling "WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"*
Oh well, at least I live somewhere where we can drop down to the range whenever we feel like it, we have the legal ability to carry multiple firearms with no interference from Aunt Sam, where we can make our own ammo legally, and where we live in the best, (subjective or not, I think so, former US serviceman here), country in the world.
On the other hand, on the way home from the aborted range trip, I picked up the last of the surprise for my loving wife, as she continues her fight against the Big C - supplies that will recreate the Thanksgiving feast as it SHOULD have gone, taters, ham, pie, stuffing, (we both hate turkey), fresh green beans, etc.
Maybe not going to the range wasn't so bad after all. Excuse me, gotta get that full ham in the oven.
Yeah, ha, ha, you funny. We forgot what weekend it was. See, with our weird schedules, the only reason I knew it was Thanksgiving was the meal my Sgt and I brought in for my staff AND no Administration running amok everywhere. Big bonus points there. Plus, we had a very short and almost painful "holiday feast" at the in-laws, MUCH noise, much shouting, kids wanting attention 24/7, and we bailed very fast. So, for us, the holiday might as well not exist.
UNTIL...we tried to go to the range. I have never SEEN so many people at the firing line, not to mention people literally waiting to get a bench. Holy Garbanzo Beans, Batman, on one hand this really bodes well for the shooting sports when you see some many families with youngsters learning gun use and safety on the line...dagnabbit, I got loads I worked no for a week I wanna shoot! *throws self on floor, flailing arms and legs yelling "WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"*
Oh well, at least I live somewhere where we can drop down to the range whenever we feel like it, we have the legal ability to carry multiple firearms with no interference from Aunt Sam, where we can make our own ammo legally, and where we live in the best, (subjective or not, I think so, former US serviceman here), country in the world.
On the other hand, on the way home from the aborted range trip, I picked up the last of the surprise for my loving wife, as she continues her fight against the Big C - supplies that will recreate the Thanksgiving feast as it SHOULD have gone, taters, ham, pie, stuffing, (we both hate turkey), fresh green beans, etc.
Maybe not going to the range wasn't so bad after all. Excuse me, gotta get that full ham in the oven.