It was good day at the range today. I had forgotten it was Saturday and I was amazed at the turnout at the range today. Dual rows of parked cars.
I started off at the pistol range as usual, burning through 1500 rounds of rimfire through a 1911 with rimfire conversion kit, and a Kuehl Precision dedicated rimfire upper on my M16. Occasionally I popped off some .45ACP to break the monotony.
I'm spotted/heard. A fellow ARFcom brother greets me. Says he was saving half a case of .223 but is looking at my M16 lower. The naughty bubbles forth - "be right back". Runs off to get the half case...
Now over to the rifle range. Brother comes back with friend, and another ARFcommer w/femme in tow. I finally get to meet another local ARFcom brother, been looking forward to that for a long while as had he. One ARFcommer is naughty, but more than one generates spontaneous evil. Ha ha! Bring it on!
We are surrounded by hunters sighting in their rifles and a trap shooter who is grinning when we pull out the ordnance. Dare we disturb the slow gentle serenity of the hunters? Of course!
I've got my blaster commando barrel, very basic stuff, the others have nice M4geries, one of them tricked out very nicely. The M16 lower gets passed around. Much ammo is gleefully wasted. Even I am plowing through a case of ammo I had intended on hording. First brother's friend decides he is really liking this (how could he not?). Second brother's female half records the mongering. Evil is beginning to rise, nearby shooter is jazzed, we draw scorn from an anal retentive type a little ways away (bonus). We have crossed the line so out comes the Tannerite.
Mayhem ensues, target stands are blown to smithereens drawing more interest from a few onlookers, jazzed dude is witnessing his own nirvana. I had a suppressor so we all had to try that in full auto of course. We smell and feel the burn, literaly, in our eyes. Sacrifices must be made on occasion. If we drew some dirty looks, no one noticed, we were having too much fun. How could this be legal?
Media recording devices full, ammo supply dented, starting to get late in the day. Evil subsiding. Time to pack up. I'm thinking my usual finish with a good meal. Weather was awesome, no mosquitoes.
Another damn fine day if I do say so myself.