So after being trapped in the house for most of a week, I got out for a few hours courtesy of Old NFO, who came up to spring me for a bit. We shot, we ate, we talked about Brigid. It was good times even though I had to make the best of it on crutches. (And my best sure wasn't much today.)
Oh, and he met Murphy. Murphy wasn't sure if he wanted to let the stranger in the house at first, and there was much growling and barking, but they quickly became best friends.
We went out to the range, and started shooting pistols. He's got this trick FN .45 with a Trijicon optic that just takes all the work out of actually aiming. I went Old School with my .40 Glock 23 and my Smith and Wesson Model 19 in .357. Of course as soon as we get set up to shoot, another member shows up with a whole posse of friends, all of whom want to use the pistol range. Figures.
So we moved down to the rifle line, where each of us proceeded to sight in a scoped rifle. I had my Savage .308 left-handed Tactical, and da NFO has a sweet Winchester Model 70 in .30-06.
Is there anything more frustrating than trying to zero a riflescope those last few inches? I'm thinking not.
Finally it got cold and the ammo ran low so we adjourned to Five Guys for lunch, then back to the Lair. da NFO is on his way home as I right this, and I pity the fool who tries to waylay him because he shoots pretty damned good for an old guy.
Come back for tomorrow's post: 15 things you probably didn't know about Brigid.