Aaron left this morning, the last of the blogshooters to head home. He stayed a couple of extra days to drink whiskey and binge-watch Breaking Bad with me and the dogs. Keads left yesterday after stopping by the visit the hounds, who, upon figuring out that he had some peanut-butter dog cookies in his pocket that Nancy made for them, promptly bum-rushed him, which Belle actually going into his pocket and taking them as he worked to fend Murphy off from the front.
Yesterday, Aaron and I got a bit more range time in, and then we went to see the movie Fury dwn at the Alamo drafthouse, a place where while you watch the movie, they bring you dinner and drinks to your seat.
At the range, we shot pistols a bit, including two that I'd brought to the shoot but not fired.
I started out with the S&W Model 1917 .45acp revolver that I had fired at the blogshoot, although this time I had decent ammo for it and no squib loads interrupted my pin-shooting.
At the shoot, I'd also been carrying a back-up to that .45 in the form of a Glock 21, a slightly more modern .45 pistol. It didn't get shot at the blogshoot but it sure got shot yesterday.
Then there was the black-powder underhammer, a .44 caliber single-shot percussion pistol that was made for Numerich Arms back in the 1960's. And yes, that's the hammer on the bottom. I'd brought it to the shoot to show Nancy but mistakenly brought .50 lead balls instead of .44 ones, so it didn't get shot.
Here's Aaron with it.
Now everyone's gone, and it's just me and the dogs again. So I'm spending the rest of this morning drinking the few beers that we had left and cleaning a ton of guns...while watching Tim McCoy in good old American westerns. Ask your grandparents who he was, kids...or ask Old NFO. (I heard that they roomed together in college before the war.)