So here it is, 12 hours behind schedule. And we didn’t get the Matinee or TW3 up yet, either (although we’re grinding on both).
On the plus side, we did get some things done. We went to the range and continued our battle with the Glock. The Glock remains miles ahead, but we will beat it or die trying. Still don’t have a good supply of 9mm ball so we emptied out the weeks-old warshots in the mags. It was 100% reliable (that’s typical, innit?) which is more than we can say for one of the backups we also function-fired. The PPK worked perfectly, as it has done since its birth in 1930-something, but the Bauer .25 didn’t feed from a full mag. Glad to find that out here at the range and not in a social situation with the Glock and Walther both locked back.
Kid, meanwhile, took the long gun equivalent of Glock, a Chinese folding stock AK, and blasted away. When he was tired of groups resembling a cylinder-bore shotgun at 100m, he allowed as how he might be open to some marksmanship pointers. We worked him through the 8 Steady Hold factors and he began shooting his zombie rat and zombie hog targets in the eye.
He discovered that, while any kind of shooting is fun, accurate shooting is way more fun, and now he thinks maybe old guys actually are useful for something besides the keys to the gun room and a drive to the range. We think he is reconsidering any plans he might have had to go all Menendez Brothers as soon as he gets his license.
Unfortunately, between mag-loading, Glock-wrangling, backup-testing, and marksmanship-coaching, no pictures were taken.
Kid then got his first visit, ever, to a Five Guys. We explained that, while we have many points of difference with the President, we do: respect his office; agree that he is a natural born American; and think he has excellent taste in burger joints. Kid is now a die-hard Obamaphile, at least, in the narrow domain of burger restaurant selection.
We’ll see how he does tonight when all the hardware needs to be cleaned. This is seldom as much fun as shooting, but with his youth and the novelty of it all, it’s still fun for him, which makes it fun for all of us. Kid had excellent situational awareness and safety sense on the range, which is comforting.
Several new and old members at the range today; one had a bolt-action Mossberg, the kind with a fold-down foregrip, on which he’d had a gunsmith mount full-on target sights — a very small-aperture peep rear and a hooded globe front sight. He was shooting excellent groups, and told us he’d selected the gun for its character. Another fellow had a Ruger .480 revolver. “That’s my bear gun,” he explained. Kid is envious. The Ruger was nearly as long-barreled and heavy as his AK.