Today was one of those days.
My son and the Gooch (my faux son) picked me up around 1:00 pm to go to the range. We had to make a quick stop at the gun shop as my son had his 1940's era Soviet 1891/30 Mosin Nagant 7.62 (which may have been used against the Nazi's durring WWII) in to get the sight calibrated with a laser. We also brought a few other rifles, a couple of .22's, something else that was stupid loud (and turned your shoulder in to hamburger), and a repeater of some kind or another. The gun range was booked solid, so we ended up going to my son's brother-in-law's property up in Deer Park where firing rifles is a daily part of life.
The .22 was horribly inaccurate, and I didn't fire my daughter-in-laws arm tenderizer, but I did send a few rounds from the Mauser downrange.
The range: there's a couple of targets (and a teen who was trying to insert himself into my photo). One (on the right side of the road) is 50 yards, the other (on the left side... way the hell down the road) is 100 yards. I shot the Mosin at the bottom of 3 targets at the 100 yard position.
My grouping: I fired 4 rounds from 100 yards and those are the 4 inside the circle. Not bad for a guy who wears trifocals. The one above and to the right was from the hamburger shoulder rifle and I think Gooch fired it.
I think I fired a total of 8 rounds the whole time we were there (4 rounds at each position), but it was a lot of fun and I had a great time hanging out with my eldest and the Gooch. Oh... my eldest and his wife fed me afterward (home made pulled pork sandwiches and OMFG AMAZING!!! potato salad), so I had dinner with them and all 5 of my grandchildren too, so that was awesome!
