Sounds like the introduction to a support group, doesn’t it?
We see it all around us.
Women who love their shoes, shopping; men who love their guns, boats, cars, trucks. (Sorry about invoking the stereotypes).
I’ve written before about my lust for the Smith Model 24, and my firearms addiction.
As recounted earlier in this blog, I was able to go shooting this week for the first time in over three years! Illness and financial condition made doing so otherwise prohibited.
Talk about harboring a Jones!
While I really missed shooting my snubbie and my 1911 (God Bless John Moses Browning!), I discovered something else, as well.
I really missed shooting.
AND, I’m out-of-practice.
Not enough out to stop carrying ( and I am my own worst critic). But, obviously, I need to dry-practice more and with more regularity. Can you say schedule?
My next goal is to do more physically, to be able to conquer the big, pre-Christmas Gun Show in early December.
Tiny steps, Grasshopper. The Jones will wait.