Bust

The rifle range was a bust. Crowded and I didn't get there soon enough. Never go to the range and have plans for something in the early afternoon. New rule. I had to bail (bale?) before I got a turn. So that makes me kinda salty.

What did I have to do that afternoon? The crotchety neighbor Archie was expecting his grandsons, and they wanted to a little show and tell with the firearms. Me with mine, and the eight year old with his. The boy is 8 and makes relatively realistic replica firearms out of paper. He's shooting for something like this, and it was pretty neato! Made up for missing out on the shooty shooty a little bit. He may have used this tutorial: