Looks like Slim gotta pic of one the dudes what lives unner the I-264 bridge by downtown Pembroke.
Temp thing on the dash read 83° when I was leavin’ the shop in the asphalt jungle what is downtown Norfolk.
Crowd it the shop. Waitin’ ta open ‘n o’er hear two I don’t know talkin’ ta some I do ‘bout ranges. Hearin’ they’d just moved here from ‘out west’ ‘n they were lookin’ for 1,000 yard ranges. Where they were from all the outdoor ranges were a 1,000 yards. Tolt ‘em they were in the wrong place ‘n they might wanna think of goin’ back 'out west' - please.
Held back cuz I didn’t know some them folks ‘n didn’t know if they ought ta be handlin’ firearms. Twenty after, Barry scratched a ten o’clock reservation ‘n put me on four – beside the 1,000 yard twins from 'out west.' They were doin’ good, hittin’ the paper – all o’er the paper.
Only had two mags in the box. Turnt my back to the target ta charge one ‘n one the 1,000 yarders from ‘out west’ walked past me back ta five with his right thumb all wrapped up inna bloody paper towel. Why I let the crowd thin out ‘fore I go in. Mabbe next time they’ll go ta Lynnhaven or the new Colonial thing where they have greater distance ta suit their considerable skills ‘n leave us novices ta struggle w/ out ‘em at Bob’s.
If it comes up in casual conversation, four ‘n a half (4.5) grains of Unique unner a Berry’s 115 grain plated bullet ain’t ‘nuff to reliably cycle a stock springed G26. Shoot better’n I do but they’re too puny ‘n hang the action half the time. Hadda ‘nother dud Remington primer too. Got less than 4,000 left now.
Havin’ a goumet lunch of potted meat product, crackers ‘n fake beer, then the drudgery of house work. Got vegetable butcherin' ta do for salads this evenin'.