Early Morning Rain

This blog began as a challenge from my friends at the North Idaho IDPA, just to see how easy/difficult it would be to set one up.  Turns out it is not so hard; besides, its something I have wanted to do for a while now.

Yesterday was one of those once or twice a year days where the little engine just seemed to fire on all cylinders.  Morning started out with indoor range time with my oldest daughter, who I've been teaching how to shoot.  Turns out she is actually a very good shot, even shooting the little Beretta Tomcat .32 ACP that I gave her.

At 7 yards she was shooting a group of about 10", which is great for a gun with such a short barrell.  I had stepped back to watch her and make sure all of the basics were good (stance, grip, sight alignment, and trigger press), when I noticed that the three bays next to us were filled with great big macho guys, two of which were shooting the little Ruger .380.   I noticed right off that each of these guys were shooting targets that were only 7 feet away from them with a grouping of about 21" (which is a very Generous estimate, without the need to say they sucked).  I also noticed them watching the shooting prowess of my daughter.

After she picked up my Khar CW9 and started shooting it, now at about 30 feet and still producing 10" groups,  I noticed these three macho men slowly slink out of the range, throwing their targets into the garbage can as they sulked.  Sucks to be shown up by a very petite girly girl, especially when she announced that she didn't think she was shooting all that well.

We then decided to head to Cabela's Sporting Goods for something of a weekly pilgrimage.  Once there I ogled firearms, drooled over the used rifles for sale, and reconnoitered the bargain cave.  I even picked up a  new knife, allowing me to give an old one to my daughter.   Sweet huh?  Maybe since I gave that little Tomcat to her I can get a new gun?  Gotta find a way to sneak this past the wife.

After that it was home to the shop, where I hand rolled some target loads for my .308.  Something about crafting loads for my guns that I find very satisfying.

It was then off to my good friend Phil's house for our annual Man Day.  Which consists of the guys and I sitting around a fire, telling stories, and eating tasty animals.  Even my good friend Chris drove all the way from Boise just for this event!

To assist in this ritual, my son in law provided us with his first attempt at home brewing which turned out FANTASTIC.  I think he missed his calling, and all present agreed that he is a keeper.

So you can see why this was such a great day.  Shooting with my daughter, a trip to Cabela's, reloading, and home brew with the guys around a fire.  It doesn't get much better than that.

Oh yes, one other thing:  I woke up this morning with the crisp cool air carrying the scent of wet pine and the sound of light morning rain.  I think that just topped off the last 24 hours.