At long last, Bob H. and I were able to get together yesterday and go shooting! What a great day!
I’ve known Bob since he was my boss at Tom Ezell & Associates, Private Investigation. Later, he was the manager of my favorite gun store, where I worked part time for a while.
We’ve been friends for 32 years. He’s one of my newer friends.
We went up to an ubiquitous shooting spot, I-17 North to Table Mesa Road, then headed West. Unfortunately, much of the previous open range has become private property. Fenced desert with signs reading No Trespassing and No Shooting! So we doubled back and shot perhaps 10 miles from the freeway, instead of the usual 20+.
It was sad to see all the fencing and just as sad to see all the trash left behind by previous shooters, campers and 4-wheelers.
On the bright side, I was given some ammo to use and was able to shoot my carry 1911, the one Bob sold me in 1983, aka the Bob H. Signature Model or ‘Bobbie’.
After 20,000 rounds or so, she still shoots like a champ! We are both ammo-poor, so we each shot under 100 rounds, yesterday. Silhouettes righted up in brush, and various trash left by others were the targets of opportunity. Bob shot one of his Glock .40s, which I razzed him about. As stated before in these pages many times, plastic guns have no soul! Very accurate, though.
Weather was brisk. Cool breeze, no flying insects, in the mid 50s. This was probably 1100 until sometime after Noon.
I was proud of my shooting, as I’m pretty rusty, but did rather well (if I do say so myself).
Then, just up the road to Rock Springs Cafe, where we had lunch. I got lunch as Bob provided the transportation. While the meal wasn’t particularly adventuous – grilled hamburgers (which were delicious!) but I had to have a piece of their award-winning pie! Blueberry Crumb – excellent! As Jim R. would say, “Ala mode, with ice cream!”
Kinda glad Rock Springs is too far to visit regularly – too many tempting baked goodies! We returned safely, with plans to ‘do it again, soon’. Hope so.(FTC – I paid my own freight here. Bought lunch, was gifted ammo and transportation. Rock Springs Cafe gives me nothing! I always want to write Rock Ridge, of Blazing Saddles fame!) PS – Bob hates having his photo taken. He’s gonna kill me!