Went to the range yesterday. I've been a weekly range kinda guy for a long time, but I haven't been in over three months because I've been seduced by the evil temptress that is Golf, and that's been eating all my free time.
No more, I decided. I scheduled a good range day and took along a crony from work who is also an avid shooter and hasn't been able to make it in a long time because of a recent move. We loaded up my car thursday morning after work with all manner of firearms, enough ammo to cause the suspension in my Honda to complain, and headed up the canyon to my local (BCSP for you locals) for a long day of loud noises and guy stuff.
A good time was had by all. We shot my Sigs, the big wheelies, we tried out his new D.E. in .44 Mag (which won't cycle worth a damn and is getting returned). We sighted in my re-stocked SKS, which was a hoot, and in general cut a swath of destruction through the bowling pins. Then I introduced my friend to the magic that is the M44 carbine.
Now usually, the M44 is reserved for a few rounds of "Ha, I told you so" and everyone shoots it a few times and it gets put up again. Not so yesterday. For some reason, maybe because we hadn't been shooting in ages, or an alignment of the planets, or a secret plot by the marketers of surplus ammo, we found ourselves entirely too amused by the effect of the 54 Russian on bowling pins. So we shot it some more. One could say we shot it alot. In fact, we burned over a hundred rounds through the old beasty. A good time was had by all, and this morning I have a giant pile of guns to clean. Or so I thought.
See, I got up this morning, and I can't move my neck.
Well, I can, a little, but it's quite painful. I'm used to the M44 beating the hell out of shoulder. Maybe it's the time off letting the big muscles in the back of my neck go slack. Maybe I'm just getting older, I dunno, but when I turn my head every muscle in the back of my neck screams uncle. I know I didn't pop anything out, there's no shooting nerve pains or "snap crackle pop", but I have a definite urge to load up on Alleve and Robaxin and spend the day in bed.
I'm curious, anyone else ever over stress the heck out of their neck shooting a rifle? It's a new injury to me, and I'd like to not repeat it. I wonder if I'm just doing something wrong in anticipating the recoil on the M44.
Anyway, good times. I'm off to buy a lot of brake cleaner and some Eezox.
No more, I decided. I scheduled a good range day and took along a crony from work who is also an avid shooter and hasn't been able to make it in a long time because of a recent move. We loaded up my car thursday morning after work with all manner of firearms, enough ammo to cause the suspension in my Honda to complain, and headed up the canyon to my local (BCSP for you locals) for a long day of loud noises and guy stuff.
A good time was had by all. We shot my Sigs, the big wheelies, we tried out his new D.E. in .44 Mag (which won't cycle worth a damn and is getting returned). We sighted in my re-stocked SKS, which was a hoot, and in general cut a swath of destruction through the bowling pins. Then I introduced my friend to the magic that is the M44 carbine.
Now usually, the M44 is reserved for a few rounds of "Ha, I told you so" and everyone shoots it a few times and it gets put up again. Not so yesterday. For some reason, maybe because we hadn't been shooting in ages, or an alignment of the planets, or a secret plot by the marketers of surplus ammo, we found ourselves entirely too amused by the effect of the 54 Russian on bowling pins. So we shot it some more. One could say we shot it alot. In fact, we burned over a hundred rounds through the old beasty. A good time was had by all, and this morning I have a giant pile of guns to clean. Or so I thought.
See, I got up this morning, and I can't move my neck.
Well, I can, a little, but it's quite painful. I'm used to the M44 beating the hell out of shoulder. Maybe it's the time off letting the big muscles in the back of my neck go slack. Maybe I'm just getting older, I dunno, but when I turn my head every muscle in the back of my neck screams uncle. I know I didn't pop anything out, there's no shooting nerve pains or "snap crackle pop", but I have a definite urge to load up on Alleve and Robaxin and spend the day in bed.
I'm curious, anyone else ever over stress the heck out of their neck shooting a rifle? It's a new injury to me, and I'd like to not repeat it. I wonder if I'm just doing something wrong in anticipating the recoil on the M44.
Anyway, good times. I'm off to buy a lot of brake cleaner and some Eezox.