Inna moment of weakness I let ‘em talk me inta a flu shot last Wednesday. Felt like crap the whole time the kids were here. No shot last year, no flu.
Got some Remington primers when the goin’ was bad 'n any primer was hard ta come by. Broke outta box ‘n finished out the stuff I carried taday with ‘em.
First stage - BANG, BANG, pfffft, BANG, pfffffft, pffffft. Opened ‘n ejected the empty stuff to show clear ‘n there’s unburned powder in the barrel ‘n cylinder. Knockdowns were snickerin’. The pffffffts wouldn’t even take down the light stuff. Went ta the other box with unplated Winchester primed stuff; BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! Knockdowns flattened.
Too bad most of 'em weren't Winchesters. Fourteen misses. Friends ‘n neighbors, I MIGHT get fourteen misses in ten shoots, not six stages. Three is my usual bad day 'n that's rare.
Same bullets, same powder (WST) ‘n charge loaded with the same tools. Don’t even wanna tell y’all how many them things I got left. Maybe they’ll werk in the nines with Titegroup. They sure is hell ain't goin' ta West Point next shoot in .38 Specials.
But…………………………… It was still more fun than bein’ back inna office.