An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
Nice Day With the Mr
It was a fairly pleasant morning out on the range, unless you consider red clay unpleasant. And after the rain last evening, there was a LOT of that red mud. I may never get it off my sneakers, or socks for that matter. 
But we didn’t expect to stay sterile, so I suppose it wasn’t too bad.
We picked up a few targets at the club house, chatted with the folks in charge, and headed over to the range. I had been wanting to try out the .32 for a while. So, I figured I’d start with that one. I’ve learned something. I don’t much care for my Barretta .32. At all. You wouldn’t think an itty bitty thing like that would kick the crap outta me. The Mr didn’t have a problem with it, but I sure did. I’ve got a bruise on that place between the thumb and trigger finger. Nope. Don’t like that at all. Two clips, and that was enough of that!
I tried out the Mr’s long barrel looking .22, and that was a WHOLE lot easier. I liked it! 
Then, I pulled out my Walther P.22 and I like that a WHOLE LOT BETTER! Let’s face it, I’m never going to be a sharp shooter, but for a novice, I suppose I did alright.
As you can probably tell, head shots are NOT my strong suit. sigh… That’s ok, I’ll keep practicing. I suppose I good whack to the neck will be quite effective, bleeding out and all that. Not that I seriously want to off anyone, but if the need arises, I’d like to get it right. The way it looks right now, all I’ll be able to do is seriously piss off the bad guy. 
It started getting amazingly humid, and I think we both came close to melting, so it was time to pack it up and go in search of food!
We decided to try someplace totally different, and headed into the little burg of Counce, not to far from the gun club. I’m seriously glad we did! We came across a BBQ place that was pretty doggone tasty. Either that, are we were so hungry, cardboard would have tasted good. Naw….it was pretty good. The beans were kind of strange, a little vinegary, but different strokes and all that. I gave mine a shot of the “hot” sauce. Uh….my lips were burning about 20 minutes later, but my goodness, that was good. Hey, at least my eyelashes weren’t sweating, right?
On our way home, we took a detour through Savannah. Needed gas, and that’s the closest place to get the NO CORN kind. (Corn is for food, NOT gas tanks!) We decided to take a run over to Wally World, since we were close by, and made a side trip to our local gun store. Now, when you walk into this place, expect to spend at least an hour there, chatting. It’s a great time, I can assure you. I was telling them how I wasn’t too crazy about the .32, so the lady says, “I LOVE my Glock!” and started talking about doing a little trading. Hey, I like the idea. So, we talk, we decide…..let’s do it! After filling out all the paper work, I run into the same dadburn wall I got the last time around. So, now I have to send the SAME papers up to the TBI in Nashville, so they can turn around and call the gun store and say “Ok, she’s cool! Give her the gun.” Jeeez! Don’t they keep track of this stuff?
It was really nice spending the day together, but I gotta tell ya, I am happy to be home. I’m pooped! 
@ those interested -
My “long barrel .22″ isn’t a buntline or anything – just a Ruger MarkII with a bull barrel – good shootin’ iron, goes where you point it. It’s a bit heavier than Kate might like – I’ve had it for years. Great plinkin’ gun.
And the food was good. We’ll be back there.
re .32 – too little – can’t hit a bull in the ass at 15 feet- maybe good for across the counter liquor store work, but we don’t do that. The 9mm Glock will be much better