Today (Sunday) went out to the Rifle Club for for a Hunter class benchrest match -- looked like I'd been using 00-buckshot on my target, but still enoyed it.
What was even better was a prospective new shooter we had at the club. The man is disabled (one leg amputee), so we sat him down at the bench just like the rest of us -- and he shot
very well with a standard Brno (CZ) and high-velocity hunting .22RF ammo.
But it was afterwards on the Club veranda that I felt
really good about it -- that man's face was absolutely
alive and there was a light in his eyes. He kept saying to me and anyone else who'd listen -- Oh, that was
fun!! Think we have a new member there
Came home, and it's getting cold now (our winter, remember). Grey and overcast, but not yet raining.
I'm now making some soup with lamb shanks, vegies, garlic, red wine and pearl barley. The smell is wafting through the house. Reminds me of when I was a kid and would come home and Mum had been cooking.
Soup for dinner, with a crusty Italian loaf warmed in the oven, and a coupla glasses of "rough red", and Diane and I won't care two hoots if it
does rain!
Sometimes, life is good (and I'm happy to be able to say that!).
B
[This message has been edited by Bruce from West Oz (edited August 08, 1999).]