After Work, At The Range

Summer is a much better time to shoot, but hey, can’t control the weather so I gotta shoot inside.

J.R. Shooting Sports” is on my way home, so this is where I ended up.

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My Beretta M9 22.

I now have 4 15 round magazines which is both good and bad.

Good that I can shoot more before having to reload, bad that I can shoot more before having to reload.  Range time here is $20 an hour but if you buy $20 of ammo, you can shoot until you fall asleep.  I brought 400 rounds from home and bought another 525 to get the unlimited time.  I spent about 90 minutes there and if I had not had to leave for dinner, I might have stayed longer.  As it was, I went through just the 400 rounds I brought with me but could have easily gone through much more.

 

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Pretty nice range and setup.

I shoot mostly at 20-25 feet.

The person to my right was shooting a pretty sweet 357 with a 7-8″ barrel. (He was about average)

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Good, but not great.  That’s why it’s called practice.

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And dinner, a nice bacon Cheeseburger at Red Robin.

Obamacare: “Repeal/Replace”

There is currently a lot of teeth gnashing, high pitched wailing and panty bunching going on from liberals about the possibility of Obamacare being repealed. Personally, I highly doubt the GOPe will actually do it.

But most of the complaints from the above panty bunching wailers are that they claim the Republicans don’t have a plan to replace Obamacare.

To that, I say, “GREAT!!”

99% of American citizens neither want nor need Obamacare.  For the 1% that does, Medicare/Medicaid can be expanded to include them at a much lower cost and burden to the other 99%.

Any Republican that supports repealing Obamacare should use this food analogy:

Obamacare is a shit sandwich that was delivered to your dining table without being ordered.  Only a few desperate people would eat a shit sandwich.

You didn’t order the shit sandwich

You don’t want to eat the shit sandwich

Why would you send the shit sandwich back to the kitchen and have them send another shit sandwich out?

Time to order a new entrée off menu.

Sunday Afternoon In The Park

I spent Sunday afternoon at the gun range, also known as “my brother’s backyard.”

My brother lives out in the country and one advantage is that your neighbors can have some distance.

In a couple of days when the rest of the beans are harvested, he is going to dump a few logs 200 yards out so we shoot the .223.

I started shooting before my brother set up.

This would be my first 120 rounds:

targets

 

Good, but not great.

That’s why it’s called practice.

I do believe though had this been an actual shooting situation, I would be alive or cooking whatever I shot for dinner.

And after all the practice, we get to have the real fun.  Old style shoot out:

Next time we are going to cheat and shoot from the 2o’ line