I loaded enough M2 Ball to practice a couple times, and shoot next months match. The next club CMP match is themed 'Any rifle, any period', so I expect the relays to be mostly full of AR's. Being a Contrarian, that means I must shoot Liberty, the Garand.
Tomorrow I have a range date with a lifelong friend I just met a couple years ago. He's bringing along a 45-70 High Wall single shot, that I may OHH and AHH over it, and I'm looking forward to that. We are making a day of it, shooting both rifle and pistol, with lots of Old Fart BS'ing to make it sing.
I can see myself owning a long barrel single shot in some ancient caliber, casting my own bullets and loading black powder cartridges with same. I have time for that silliness now.
In just a couple weeks, we'll be attending the Celtic Fling at Faire. For the first time, I'll be in something of garb. A kilt, this snazzy tunic Herself had made for me, my first-ever pair of actual sandals, and a brass knobbed walking stick to lean on.Ya know something? I'm beginning to feel retired.
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