peppercorn
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I get to the range the other day and realize, as I am setting up, that there wasn't a single revolver on the line.
The 45s, 9s, and 40s were blazing away to my left and right rapid fire like as I methodically assembled my four revolvers, all that I brought this day.
As I glanced downrange I noticed that there were alot of holes all over the targets, the vast majority of them nowhere near the centers. Now I don't have anything against rapid fire practice, I do it myself with my Goldcup Series 70 as much as with my revolvers. Maybe I put too much pressure on myself, maybe it's just that I have been a bullseye shooter since I started shooting 40 years ago, I don't know. What I do know is I thouroghly get high when I carve out the center of my targets.
Back on topic.
As I am getting ready to shoot the woman next to me asks her male partner, 'What kind of gun is that'?, he replys, 'It's a Revolver'.
OMG, are you serious?!, I ask myself.
It gets better.
I figure I'll start slow, you know, 38 special, then 357 then 44 Mag. I usually progress this way as a rule but today I was thinking more about those next to me, the ones blasting the 9s and so forth. In other words I didn't want to rattle anybody.
Now I'm maybe 300 or so rounds into it, mostly 38s and 50 or so 357s, when I start loading my two 44s, both with 200 grain, full house Mags, my personal favorites.
KaBoom!!!
Girl to my left, to her partner...'OMG, what was that'?!
Man down four lanes to my right...'Jesus******,Who has the Hand Canon'?!
Guy down three to my left to one of his rapid fire buddies...'Damn, look at the recoil and flame coming outa that thing!' Buddy replys, 'I know, I have been watching it'!
Guy to my direct right during my reload, 'Man that thing puts out alot of pressure, I feel it on the side of my face, what is it?!'
'It's a 44 Magnum, sorry about that', I say.
'No problem, it's awesome!', he says with a huge smile on his face as he reloads his 9.
200 rounds of 200 grainers later my target centers are carved and I am not happy. It seems I have had three 'flyers'. Damn.
Close up inspection reveals I have in fact put those three 'flyers' nearly on top of three of the others. Cool, now I am really happy, well, the bullseye shooter in me is anyway.
Man I love shooting.
Here they are, minus the 19, she was bagged due to space constraints.
The 45s, 9s, and 40s were blazing away to my left and right rapid fire like as I methodically assembled my four revolvers, all that I brought this day.
As I glanced downrange I noticed that there were alot of holes all over the targets, the vast majority of them nowhere near the centers. Now I don't have anything against rapid fire practice, I do it myself with my Goldcup Series 70 as much as with my revolvers. Maybe I put too much pressure on myself, maybe it's just that I have been a bullseye shooter since I started shooting 40 years ago, I don't know. What I do know is I thouroghly get high when I carve out the center of my targets.
Back on topic.
As I am getting ready to shoot the woman next to me asks her male partner, 'What kind of gun is that'?, he replys, 'It's a Revolver'.
OMG, are you serious?!, I ask myself.
It gets better.
I figure I'll start slow, you know, 38 special, then 357 then 44 Mag. I usually progress this way as a rule but today I was thinking more about those next to me, the ones blasting the 9s and so forth. In other words I didn't want to rattle anybody.
Now I'm maybe 300 or so rounds into it, mostly 38s and 50 or so 357s, when I start loading my two 44s, both with 200 grain, full house Mags, my personal favorites.
KaBoom!!!
Girl to my left, to her partner...'OMG, what was that'?!
Man down four lanes to my right...'Jesus******,Who has the Hand Canon'?!
Guy down three to my left to one of his rapid fire buddies...'Damn, look at the recoil and flame coming outa that thing!' Buddy replys, 'I know, I have been watching it'!
Guy to my direct right during my reload, 'Man that thing puts out alot of pressure, I feel it on the side of my face, what is it?!'
'It's a 44 Magnum, sorry about that', I say.
'No problem, it's awesome!', he says with a huge smile on his face as he reloads his 9.
200 rounds of 200 grainers later my target centers are carved and I am not happy. It seems I have had three 'flyers'. Damn.
Close up inspection reveals I have in fact put those three 'flyers' nearly on top of three of the others. Cool, now I am really happy, well, the bullseye shooter in me is anyway.
Man I love shooting.
Here they are, minus the 19, she was bagged due to space constraints.
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