It isn't that there was too little to do last weekend. A whim became a compulsion, however, to toss a small and ancient .22 semi into the truck and go make noise at the range.To Hell with adjusting sights, saving brass, or taking care not to scratch the iron.
I can't recall a time there hasn't been at least one RST4 kicking around the place. This one is a veteran, here since the middle '90s and, curse me, shot too seldom.
We took care of that Saturday afternoon, doing about 250 rounds worth of damage to the bulk pack of Winchesters and, in the process, entertaining some youngish beginners. To wit:
Note the hole in the12 gauge hull. It is not posted as a brag, rather as a miss and a lead-in to one of the more entertaining facts in the world of shooting. Me and Roy Rogers know that if you want to make a bean can jump impressively, miss it. Hit the dirt just under it.
I shot some holes in paper, then made a sieve out of an energy drink can. Tossing it in the trash can I noticed the shotgun empties. Heh heh heh. Three of them were lined up on the ground at 50 feet, two of them popped high in first three shots, and I heard a sort of "wow" from the kids watching the presumptuous old guy. This molestation of AA empties entertains me and maybe them through about three more magazines.
The youths thought I was hitting the little things, and of course I am not the kind to diminish Faith. When I cleaned up after myself I took one of the shells that had been holed three or four times (misses,remember) and accidentally left it on the bench for their future amusement.
Then I just sort of I just nodded as I got into the truck.