I had 16 lbs of Clays delivered today and I'm headed out for some skeet shooting this afternoon.
I have been caught in those drenching cloudbursts, getting completely soaked, luckily I carry my iphone in a waterproof bag.Kannoncocker said:Plan for today is a recovery ride (which means start slow, taper off), then catch up on cleaning some guns. On Friday, I had spent the morning with some new additions to my Arsenal, the Stag AR and a LC Smith from 1947. It's a 26" barreled 12 that's in nice shape, maybe re-blued. Quick, sweet, very effective even in my hands. Makes me think Churchill knew what he was about, and I can't wait to try it with real birds. I feel guilty saying this, but I already like it even better than the 16 gauge Elsie.
The recovery ride will be the aftermath of yesterday's 50.78 mile slog through 93 degrees and thick humidity. The last 3 1/2 miles, though, were in a thunder bumper and cloudburst. In the heaviest rain, I descended a 38 mph hill and passed by a policeman who looked so concerned I thought he'd stop me before I dropped it. Fortunately, he'd have been required to get out in that, too.
haha - those are SO much fun! :wink:cdb1097 said:Family reunion on the wifes side today.
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Sorry to hear you have been diagnosed with diabetes. I was diagnosed 6 years ago and went onto insulin 3 years ago. Wish I'd have gone onto insulin sooner. Shooting up is no big deal these days. The needles are so fine you can barely feel a thing.jac63 said:Anyway apparently I am now a diabetic and have a new way of eating to learn. I am thankful that for now they are talking diet and oral meds to control it.
If they had Bodie and Rebel to keep up with they would be as young as you :!: :!: :!: :!:Riflemeister said:Went to a luncheon with 18 members of my high school class and their spouses today at a restaurant/gift shop called Maggie Mays in the big city of Miller, MO. It's something the class has been doing several times a year since graduation in 1959. They also have a weekend gathering at Branson every fall, but I generally can't make that because of my hunting schedule. My wife went to one of her school reunions and said "never again", and adopted my class as her own. Great group of guys and gals, but we're definitely the rowdy group of old farts you try to avoid in restaurants. I just can't figure out how everyone else got so old, and I haven't changed a bit.