On Thursday I felt perfectly lousy... dizzy, etc., the whole nine yards. I figured I'd feel lousy if I sat at home or if I got out and tried to do something useful. As I was not well, I could not visit church members, so I my G-22, S&W 625 and 18 and went shooting. I did not do well with my G-22. It wasn't the fault of the pistol... I just didn't feel good. I ended up firing only 25 rds. before putting it away. I only fired 14 rounds from my 625... excellent accuracy but again I just was so weak and dizzy. I drank a Dr. Pepper and then got out my M-18. In the area were many discarded aluminum drink cans discarded by farm laborers. I started throwing them out and bouncing them around with the 18 firing first single and then double-action. For the next two hours I just loaded and fired. When I'd get to dizzy, I'd sit down and wait till I felt better. There was a peanut wagon out in the edge of the field that later paced at 53 long steps (I'm 6'3" w/ 35" inseam). On the side of the trailer was a stenciled "G" in faded white paint. On a lark, I fired six rounds at it from a Weaver stance. Five of the six rounds went into 5 inches w/ the sixth round hitting out to the right by about 2 inches. I ended up firing an entire large box of Winchester Dynapoint .22 LR ammunition. I came home, cleaned all the handguns, ate supper around 8 PM and then crashed. All in all, it was a wonderful way to salvage the remains of a day that due to illness was basically a washout. Sincerely. brucev.