After three previous abortive attempts, Bob and I made it to the desert, yesterday. It was unseasonably warm (81*- sorry Rev. Paul and Gloria!). There was enough breeze to keep the sand flies at bay, but not enough to knock over targets.
That was in part because Bob brought his recently acquired steel targets! That 3″ wide roll of masking tape in my range bag was unnecessary!
And the best part of the trip (as my car – the 2000 Olds Intrigue – is not running very well), Bob took it upon himself to pick me up, drive us to the shooting location, then lunch, then back home. Just one trip one direction was at least an hour, mostly freeway! :-P
I, of course, shot my National Match 1911 and S&W 442 (electroless nickel). Bob shot his Glock 19, 21, and his 10″ bbl SIG 556 SBR! Both with and w/o the can! (He let me shoot them, as well!)
Then, we went up the road to Rock
Ridge* Springs – a famous desert freeway pit stop – for lunch and homemade pie! All-in-all a good day…
EXCEPT, due to my not shooting very often, my skills have deteriorated. I sense more dry practice in my future.
*a Blazing Saddles reference. I always wanna call Rock Springs Rock Ridge!
attn FTC – we bought our own pie. Get your own!