Short range day.
Yesterday afternoon, Dad and I went out to the range in the height of the heat of the day, to shoot a brand new Colt .45 Model O, to test Winchester Silvertips out of his Super .38, and to sight in an old Marlin .22 semi-auto with a scope.
Usually, we can't help ourselves, and end up shooting much, much more. But as the heat approached 100 degrees, and it had been 6 weeks since I had mowed out there, we reached a point where we realized that we would have more fun if we got a cold drink, instead. We were done in 2 hours, which, without either of us having ANYplace that we had to be, is just about a record.
I must be getting old.
Labels: shooting, speaking of the weather
posted by Matt G @ 11:30 AM
3 Comments:
Oh good... I'm shooting tomorrow in East Texas and I know I'm gonna roast, but at least the humidity is down! You're not getting old, just rational :-)
You're mostly getting smarter. Heat like this , coupled with the humidity and poor air quality will take a toll on a healthy person. These decrepit lungs of mine let me know very early in my day just how miserable I'll be as soon as I hit the door, even from inside the house.
I saw several (suspicious and uncalibrated) thermometers yesterday registering in the 104 range. Couple that with a 'level orange' alert and even a healthy person notices. When it goes to 'red', I know I'm spending the bare minimum of time moving between air conditioned environments.
When it goes to 'purple' (or plaid, for that matter) I reach for an N-100 mask and hope for the best. I'm seeing my pulmonologist again next Thursday morning. I figure it'll be a couple of years yet before he decides I'll need to go to supplemental oxygen, but there are some days where it would be a godsend. I don't know how some folks ever manage.
Regards,
Rabbit.
Yeah, it was like that down here in Florida this weekend too. Daddy and I usually show up when the range opens at 8:00am and generally stay until 1:00pm or a little later.
This weekend we barely made 2 hours both days. It was 96 in the shade by 10:30am with nary a breeze blowing and the humidity was 100%.
We'd shoot a few rounds of trap or skeet, put about 50 rounds down range on the pistol range and about the same on the rifle range and that was it.
We'd sit in the air-conditioned truck and down a couple of bottles of water, relax for 20 minutes or so and head on home.
At $600 a year for membership, 2 hours a day on the weekend is nowhere near getting my money's worth but if one of us drops dead from heat exhaustion, that $600 ain't going to matter much now is it.
I started teaching my grand daughter to shoot this weekend. I got her one of those little pink Crickett single shot .22 rifles. She put 300 rounds down range and at 25 yards all but about 10 rounds were inside the 9 ring. I'm darn proud of her. She is only 9 years old.
I've been teaching here the four rules, gun safety, sight picture and dry firing for about 3 months. This was her first time with live ammo. It looks like our training and patience paid off. She cleaned her own rifle when we got home too.
She was ready to stay all day. Us old farts couldn't take the heat though.
Molon Labe,
Joe
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