I concentrated on my surprise break, as that seems to be the perishable skill for me. I'd show a picture here but my camera seems to be MIA at the moment... Oh wait, here it is:
Right side is me. Top target 1911's, bottom a mix of S&W 640 and 629. Left side is Trollop. Mostly that .44 and her XD40.
Sight alignment just works for me naturally, so I don't have to think about that. It's getting to be like pointing a finger or pulling an earlobe. It just happens more or less correctly every time. So, more cycles devote to concentrating on the surprise break. And I am getting better.
I tested the 1911's extractor tension as outlined in a previous post. The Springfield is fine; the Commander, however, stovepipes. Ah-HA! I might have the money now to go hit up a proper smith for that gun.
I took saucy trollop with me.
Saucy Trollop wasn't too shabby. After a long time away from the range she either picks it up right where she was last time or needs a few mags to really get warmed up and might not gel at all in the session. This was one of the 'picked it right up' times.
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