3-Gun = 2-Gun = No Gun

Well, on Saturday I agreed to go with Trooper to the monthly 3-Gun match and shoot it with him this time – Happy Anniversary, darlin’! Nothing like some 100 degree range time and mild heat stroke to celebrate…I was able to shoot the shotgun targets (most of them) with pistol. I’ve little time with the shotgun and didn’t want to risk any issues with it.

Trooper was RO’ing so it was hectic for him and the first test of the knee fix. There was little running on the courses and much more distance/accuracy than usual. (Perhaps this was kindness from Sheldon in deference to his surgery…) We were on the same team, though, and I was able to get guidance on the courses.

What I hadn’t planned on was my Springfield Champion completely disappointing me in performance! I’d shot it recently without issue so having it malf one mag after another was unexpected. Tap, rack, pull over and over again. I don’t think it was all from limp wristing it over and over! Haven’t taken it apart yet but I was sorry I didn’t bring the TRP. Damned sorry.

The day was long and the heat a real trial. But I kept pushing the fluids and did really well, generally, until the last stage when I realized I had too much water and not enough salts. I’ve always kept packets in the car but realized too late that the packets were in the car I sold. Too, I’d recently taken the foodstuffs out of my car bag to reorganize and refresh – looks like I didn’t put it back, damn it. Thus, nada….

No matter – it was a great day, anyway, with only one person completely acting an idiot because he didn’t like his DQ. Seems he was unclear that the DQ was a match – not a stage – violation. And he simply couldn’t take it like a sportsman. Sadly, it seems he is a LEO. If that kind of aggressive, rude, and almost over the top behavior is exhibited under the mild stress of a practice match, Lord help the guy on a serious callout. Jeez…

I have to say – the guys were impressed at the number of easy headshots I made on one course, and the long distance rifle shots I made on the other. 250’s, I think, and then moved to the next set – 325?? and hit one but timed out. Bloody red dot had turned off as I started the course and I had NO IDEA how to turn it on again. It isn’t something I use a lot on our shorter range.

At any rate, I lasted longer than a few guys who left before finishing but I was unable to finish most stages, being slowed down by those malfs. I just don’t know about future events – I am not competitive so there isn’t a lot of incentive…but it was fun and nice to spend the day together!

Taking Care of Business

It’s been busy, surgery, post-op recovery, and just dealing with the usual homelife issues. But the good news is that his surgery went very well, he has been on the knee since the day of the surgery, and has been bicycling 8 mls or so each day to start the recovery process. It keeps the knee in gentle motion, helps to move the air out of it from the surgery, and gives a general peace of mind when done as all exercise will. The washing machine died so it’s off to the laundromat Sunday – at least it is modern with superb, huge machines – not like the olden days at all.

But it has kept me from most online reading and writing with a long series of blog clickings to recapture what I’ve missed. At least we managed to get some non-shooters on the range and trained in some initial knowledge. A mother and son, she is adamant that they do what they can while they can while she refuses to comprehend the fullest extent of the troubles to come – assumes she can take the usual route to fetch kith and kin home. The son was a terrific student and took to each new weapon with ease. I suspect we have opened Pandora’s box with that one…

And now the Trooper is demanding (along with blasted Sheldon) that I run 3-gun matches with him. I am not that good, I keep saying. I am just proficient enough to pick it up, aim, and hit what I am aiming at in a general way. But rapid targeting, clearing, etc.? I don’t know. But it seems I shall have no say in the matter. Perhaps they simply need more women on-deck. I am not entirely happy with the pressure to perform. I have no competitive gene in me. But perhaps that will aid in it – if I don’t care the time it takes or the score it brings. No pressure on the line…

I am aching for some time away – a real vacation such as I haven’t known in nearly a decade. As kids, our family never did so – there were no annual trips, no summer camps. So when I was finally on my own and had the means, I ensured I always had a small break in the year. Usually near my beloved Flatirons. It was my refilling of the well, so to speak, and I feel parched at the long lack of it…I keep saying – we have to do things while we still can. And this one thing will be the hardest of all, perhaps – the safe and free travel across long distances.

I look at all those maps people have been posting, full of their travels. I haven’t crossed the rockies nor seen half of the states on this side of…nevermind overseas. A friends’ 12 yo daughter has been to France, damn it, and I can’t even get away for a week a few hundred miles away. Oh – this is Texas – it takes that to hit the border. Sigh…well, anyway, I need to let go all this hazard, and worry, and travail. I simply cannot stand it. But a part of me looks at the cost and says “you could have that gas in cans instead of burned across the state…” – and so I swallow that lump in my throat and dash away the tears before they hardly fall. Fuck it. Buy more food, more everything, and just fuck it.

It doesn’t make me happy but it is the only truth I know in these lie-encrusted days. It leaves me sad, angry, and feeling like a chump. Everyone else gets to do what they want, it seems. And I have to fight that adolescent bullshit back with the chiding of maturity. Lots have it much, much worse. Suck it up, hit the webcams for relief and get the hell over it. But I’m gonna pout. I’m damned well gonna pout for awhile. As a book notes, “I’ll light their bloody candle but they’ll damned well hear about the dark.”.

Training Time: CMMG .22 Upper

We spent much of Saturday at the range, shooting nearly everything we had. But the important task at hand was zeroing in the CMMG upper. Acquired to aid in training, I had to admit it was FUN to shoot and everyone there really enjoyed it. Hell, it put a grin on the face of all the fancy pants operator types.

A brief look at it here…

CMMG 22 Upper Demo from LauraB on Vimeo.

I can’t tell you how much fun it was to shoot THIS, loaned briefly…I’ve shot full auto twice before but only briefly. I think this was my absolute favorite. The MP5 just goes with such ease and without the climbing found in other rounds. I hit the small target with relative ease the first go, surprising myself.

And now…a pleasurable diversion during gun cleaning with Buckaroo Banzai. “Laugh-a while you can, monkey-boy.” (You really have to just let go and enjoy the movie – it is NOT serious cinema.)

Sadly, the rest of the weekend plans were ended with a family member’s ER visit for a broken foot. Ah, well – there was laundry to be washed and soup to be made, anyway.