So I hate you all, why you say, well I'll tell you why. Because you can go and get in your car, drive down past the diner, left at the Walmart and on past the gas station and there you are at your local range, where you can get out the pistol of your choice and enjoy a lazy afternoons practice, swap stories with the old guy next to you who is having trouble pulling a bullet from his muzzleloader, try a few strings, doubles and singles on pins set optimistically out on the rifle racks at 125 yards. That's why I hate you guys.
The wife promised me that I could shoot my love of pistol shooting out of my system for a whole 2 weeks, and believe me I tried. We took a pistol course with a qualified NRA instructor and I just KNOW I could have made a better job of it than he did. I shot everything on my wish list that I could lay my hands on, the Cougar in .40, the P239 in 9mm, the USPc in .357 sig, the .454 Casull, the P99, the P232, the P245 etc etc etc. Heck I even bought a S&W 22A so I could fondle a gun (any gun)in those sleepless hours in our cabin when the bears were trying the door handle to see if it really was a fast food joint. That puppy was mine for just 10 days and I very nearly cried like a baby when we sold it, that's MY gun so give it back J&L Sporting Goods of Shippenville, I wanted to put it in a safety deposit box, or even bury it in the woods where it could be recovered at some later date. All sorts of desperate and completely stupid ideas ran through my mind, but ultimately I knew I had to let it go. Before we caught the plane home, I shook spent cartridges of every caliber from .22 upto .45 out of every shirt and jacket pocket I owned so as not to set off the "now you're in for it buster" alarms at the airport, never mind the prospect of being caught with a spent .22LR casing in England which would no doubt have lost me my job and got me some hard time at Her Majesty's pleasure. So spare me a thought, or even laugh at my misfortune if you prefer, when you next load a mag, clean a bore or get to put 50 rounds through the new Sig Pxxx, because here I'll be, wishing I was there doing just that. So much for shooting it out of my system Mrs. H, don't bother taking that course in Psychology.
There are people here I call friend, but I still hate you all, I really do. Envy is indeed a pitiful emotion.
Mike H
The wife promised me that I could shoot my love of pistol shooting out of my system for a whole 2 weeks, and believe me I tried. We took a pistol course with a qualified NRA instructor and I just KNOW I could have made a better job of it than he did. I shot everything on my wish list that I could lay my hands on, the Cougar in .40, the P239 in 9mm, the USPc in .357 sig, the .454 Casull, the P99, the P232, the P245 etc etc etc. Heck I even bought a S&W 22A so I could fondle a gun (any gun)in those sleepless hours in our cabin when the bears were trying the door handle to see if it really was a fast food joint. That puppy was mine for just 10 days and I very nearly cried like a baby when we sold it, that's MY gun so give it back J&L Sporting Goods of Shippenville, I wanted to put it in a safety deposit box, or even bury it in the woods where it could be recovered at some later date. All sorts of desperate and completely stupid ideas ran through my mind, but ultimately I knew I had to let it go. Before we caught the plane home, I shook spent cartridges of every caliber from .22 upto .45 out of every shirt and jacket pocket I owned so as not to set off the "now you're in for it buster" alarms at the airport, never mind the prospect of being caught with a spent .22LR casing in England which would no doubt have lost me my job and got me some hard time at Her Majesty's pleasure. So spare me a thought, or even laugh at my misfortune if you prefer, when you next load a mag, clean a bore or get to put 50 rounds through the new Sig Pxxx, because here I'll be, wishing I was there doing just that. So much for shooting it out of my system Mrs. H, don't bother taking that course in Psychology.
There are people here I call friend, but I still hate you all, I really do. Envy is indeed a pitiful emotion.
Mike H