The last Sunday of each of the winter months, one of the local rifle clubs holds a 200 yd, rapid-fire service rifle competition. April's match fell on Easter Sunday. Of all the shooters who voted to hold an April match, only two of us showed up, so it was very relaxed and informal. Just as well: I put the iron sights back on my rifle, and the ( Read more... )

Pick things up, and put them down. My pecs are sore this morning. Not a good sign. It's only been 24 hours.

On the good news side, I shot a personal best 475-11x (out of a possible 500), Sunday morning at a 200 yard,  rifle match. I fired thirty-eight out of sixty shots from the prone position: body weight resting on my elbows. To the pecs, that ( Read more... )

Only three of our usual shooting competition group showed up on Sunday: me, one other competitor, and the match director ( Read more... )

The 2? 3? Horsepower, two-stroke paddle blower was just enough to clear the 5 inches of snowman snow on the ground as of yesterday afternoon. Weather.com's hourly forecast predicted a change-over to rain about 10 PM, with near certain continuous rain for about 11 hours.

I convinced the woman to bundle up, click into her boards and ski around "our" ( Read more... )