So far the Kiwiland summer has been more like mid spring. This week the temps were in the mid teens C/low 60's F, on Tuesday, and it has been blowing heavily all week. Next week temps are predicted to reach the mid 30's C/high 90's-low 100's F.
Anyway after a full day yesterday with Karen at the local Vintage weekend (cars, bikes and clothing) I woke just after 6:15 this morning. A quick shower and dressed, make Karen her first coffee of the morning then out to the man cave where I retrieved the Norinco Custom .45 1911, the Winchester '94 30-30 and the Rossi '92 .45 Colt from their respective safes for the 45 minute drive to the range.
I arrived a little after 8 am hoping to be first on the range so I could spend some time shooting drills with the Norinco. No such luck. One of our CAS shooters was camping on the range with his wife. He comes from about the same distance in the opposite direction from me and had to be there Friday afternoon to set up for the monthly CAS shoot, yesterday for the CAS day and wanted to stay on for the lever action rifle event today. A contractor had turned up early for some earthworks on the bullet berm on the number 1 range and had cut into the side berm to gain access for his digger. As club president (for my past sins) I was faced with having to close that range and make arrangements to make it safe for my work colleagues to go through their qualification shoot in a few weeks time.
A quick cuppa for me then off to the rifle range (nominally 100 meters but actually closer to 95 in length) for the lever action rifle match. All shot seated from the bench.
First up the Rossi '92 .45 Colt with 26" barrel. Three targets each at 25, 50, 75 and "100" meters. I had fired less than 30 rounds through this rifle several months ago sighting it in, and then only to 50 meters. First shot I forgot to get the front bead right down in the rear V notch. Missed!
Remembering my sight picture the next two shots were hits on 8" round plates.
50 meters and 10" plates was a repeat performance. By the time I shot the club, diamond and spade steel cutouts at 75 meters I was sighted in. The 600 X 450 (24 X 18") plates at the end of the range were all hits too. 10/12.
When my time came to shoot the '94 I found I only had factory jacketted ammo, which meant I was shooting at 3 heavy steel discs 300, 200 and 150 mm (12, 10 and 6") at the far end of the range. Now I had not had a chance to test fire this rifle since I got it a few months ago (something that has been on my "to do" list for all that time). First shot at the 200mm disc, a hit. Same with the next shot on the 300 mm steel plate. I thought the 150 mm plate was a bit of a chance but no, another hit. Same with the fourth round back on the big centre plate.
Reload with four more rounds and repeat, only a miss on that pesky 6" disc. Final four shots were all hits. 11/12 for the score. Back to the clubrooms where I dealt with some more "presidents" work, this time in respect of an upcoming competition, then off to see a friend who plays in the bands of the two coutnry music clubs I visit, when I have Sunday's off work.
I am putting together a set of material for a competition in a little over 4 months time. First order of the day though was to have lunch, even though I had deliberately delayed my arrival untill after 1 pm. My friend is Maori and in his hospitality had delayed his meal waiting for me. His wife had been cooking that morning, Fresh date scones (okay buscuits to you guys in the southern U.S.), with a quiche to start with.
With lunch over it was off to the lounge where I broke out my guitar and music charts. I had four songs I wanted to do (gospel, western, country rock and male vocalist categories) plus a couple of backups in case the songs I had chosen were not right for the competition. All six songs my friend defined as "great songs" and with a few pointers over tempos and diction he predicted a clean sweep for me in the lower grade competiion (not having won before I get to compete with other non-winners this year).
I'm not taking his prediction too seriously at this stage but, well maybe
By 4 pm after another cuppa it was back home again. Another long day off work but I have two more to go. (Lawns and other work around the house awaitng my attention).
Here's to a few more down under summer Sunday's before winter arrives again.
Anyway after a full day yesterday with Karen at the local Vintage weekend (cars, bikes and clothing) I woke just after 6:15 this morning. A quick shower and dressed, make Karen her first coffee of the morning then out to the man cave where I retrieved the Norinco Custom .45 1911, the Winchester '94 30-30 and the Rossi '92 .45 Colt from their respective safes for the 45 minute drive to the range.
I arrived a little after 8 am hoping to be first on the range so I could spend some time shooting drills with the Norinco. No such luck. One of our CAS shooters was camping on the range with his wife. He comes from about the same distance in the opposite direction from me and had to be there Friday afternoon to set up for the monthly CAS shoot, yesterday for the CAS day and wanted to stay on for the lever action rifle event today. A contractor had turned up early for some earthworks on the bullet berm on the number 1 range and had cut into the side berm to gain access for his digger. As club president (for my past sins) I was faced with having to close that range and make arrangements to make it safe for my work colleagues to go through their qualification shoot in a few weeks time.
A quick cuppa for me then off to the rifle range (nominally 100 meters but actually closer to 95 in length) for the lever action rifle match. All shot seated from the bench.
First up the Rossi '92 .45 Colt with 26" barrel. Three targets each at 25, 50, 75 and "100" meters. I had fired less than 30 rounds through this rifle several months ago sighting it in, and then only to 50 meters. First shot I forgot to get the front bead right down in the rear V notch. Missed!
Remembering my sight picture the next two shots were hits on 8" round plates.
50 meters and 10" plates was a repeat performance. By the time I shot the club, diamond and spade steel cutouts at 75 meters I was sighted in. The 600 X 450 (24 X 18") plates at the end of the range were all hits too. 10/12.
When my time came to shoot the '94 I found I only had factory jacketted ammo, which meant I was shooting at 3 heavy steel discs 300, 200 and 150 mm (12, 10 and 6") at the far end of the range. Now I had not had a chance to test fire this rifle since I got it a few months ago (something that has been on my "to do" list for all that time). First shot at the 200mm disc, a hit. Same with the next shot on the 300 mm steel plate. I thought the 150 mm plate was a bit of a chance but no, another hit. Same with the fourth round back on the big centre plate.
Reload with four more rounds and repeat, only a miss on that pesky 6" disc. Final four shots were all hits. 11/12 for the score. Back to the clubrooms where I dealt with some more "presidents" work, this time in respect of an upcoming competition, then off to see a friend who plays in the bands of the two coutnry music clubs I visit, when I have Sunday's off work.
I am putting together a set of material for a competition in a little over 4 months time. First order of the day though was to have lunch, even though I had deliberately delayed my arrival untill after 1 pm. My friend is Maori and in his hospitality had delayed his meal waiting for me. His wife had been cooking that morning, Fresh date scones (okay buscuits to you guys in the southern U.S.), with a quiche to start with.
With lunch over it was off to the lounge where I broke out my guitar and music charts. I had four songs I wanted to do (gospel, western, country rock and male vocalist categories) plus a couple of backups in case the songs I had chosen were not right for the competition. All six songs my friend defined as "great songs" and with a few pointers over tempos and diction he predicted a clean sweep for me in the lower grade competiion (not having won before I get to compete with other non-winners this year).
I'm not taking his prediction too seriously at this stage but, well maybe
By 4 pm after another cuppa it was back home again. Another long day off work but I have two more to go. (Lawns and other work around the house awaitng my attention).
Here's to a few more down under summer Sunday's before winter arrives again.
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