Finally Catching Up
Humph, I sure am busy anymore. This time of year is usually pretty intense as everyone (else) comes back from their long Christmas vacations just raring to go. But that usually ends in January. We've had some changes in direction that has caused me a lot of work, but like always, everything else doesn't go away...so I end up just getting stressed out. But, it DOES make the time fly.
I DID get out ice fishing a couple times. It was relatively uneventful, but I did catch fish! Small perch, no keepers...but still. Since then I haven't really trusted the ice (even though "they" say it's safe) because of our warm, rainy days.
I've continued to shoot like crap this year at the trap range. It's all me, I can feel it. Last week our squad had the work detail, and either the other guys on our squad didn't show up or were too hung over to manage, so it was Rod and I doing all the work for 24 squads! We were on a constant rotating scoring session, and had OUR names down to shoot on the last squad before wobbles. Well, let's just say we were both scoring when they called us over and over and OVER on the loudspeaker. The other guys we were shooting with were getting annoyed, but no one was stepping up to relieve us. FINALLY some guy helped us out and we RAN to get our guns and shoot. Both of us shot like hell because we were pissed off, I even thought about shooting from the hip I was so angry. Through the 16s and the handicap I was missing nearly every bird, and could feel the guy to my right staring at me (I was obviously not aiming.) So on my last station of the handicap, I went ahead and shot all five and could see his mouth drop out of the corner of my eye. I never said a word, those little victories are fun. But, then we dropped our guns and ran back into the house to start scoring again. We gained a lot of respect from the old timers though, so that was good.
Ooh, I picked up a new gun the other day! There was a friend in need of money and had too much respect to just accept a gift, so I made him a deal. I told him I'd buy his .17 HMR for $100 under the stipulation that he could buy it back for $100 whenever he wanted. Knowing him, he probably won't want it back. AND, he just moved back to Washington, so he's not even in the area. Haven't shot it recently, but shot it with him this past summer. We got it so dialed in that I can hit the primer out of an empty shotgun shell at 50 yards! Pretty fun little single shot.
Boy, I'm drawing a blank and need to get going. Gonna take our retired flag down to the American Legion.
OH, almost forgot. I went on my snowmobile field test recertification this past Wednesday. That was a WELCOME break from the office and I got to get into the woods during the winter. From Mullan down to the Silver Dollar bar, then up over the Dominion loop, past the Haiwatha trail 2-mile tunnel, back to Taft, then up over Lookout pass to Mullan. Six hours on a sled is a long day, but it sure made me comfortable on them!
Andy's quote there was, "I'm done catting."
The entrance gate to the first Haiwatha tunnel
Spooky
On top of the Dominion loop
The mullan pass warming hut
I DID get out ice fishing a couple times. It was relatively uneventful, but I did catch fish! Small perch, no keepers...but still. Since then I haven't really trusted the ice (even though "they" say it's safe) because of our warm, rainy days.
I've continued to shoot like crap this year at the trap range. It's all me, I can feel it. Last week our squad had the work detail, and either the other guys on our squad didn't show up or were too hung over to manage, so it was Rod and I doing all the work for 24 squads! We were on a constant rotating scoring session, and had OUR names down to shoot on the last squad before wobbles. Well, let's just say we were both scoring when they called us over and over and OVER on the loudspeaker. The other guys we were shooting with were getting annoyed, but no one was stepping up to relieve us. FINALLY some guy helped us out and we RAN to get our guns and shoot. Both of us shot like hell because we were pissed off, I even thought about shooting from the hip I was so angry. Through the 16s and the handicap I was missing nearly every bird, and could feel the guy to my right staring at me (I was obviously not aiming.) So on my last station of the handicap, I went ahead and shot all five and could see his mouth drop out of the corner of my eye. I never said a word, those little victories are fun. But, then we dropped our guns and ran back into the house to start scoring again. We gained a lot of respect from the old timers though, so that was good.
Ooh, I picked up a new gun the other day! There was a friend in need of money and had too much respect to just accept a gift, so I made him a deal. I told him I'd buy his .17 HMR for $100 under the stipulation that he could buy it back for $100 whenever he wanted. Knowing him, he probably won't want it back. AND, he just moved back to Washington, so he's not even in the area. Haven't shot it recently, but shot it with him this past summer. We got it so dialed in that I can hit the primer out of an empty shotgun shell at 50 yards! Pretty fun little single shot.
Boy, I'm drawing a blank and need to get going. Gonna take our retired flag down to the American Legion.
OH, almost forgot. I went on my snowmobile field test recertification this past Wednesday. That was a WELCOME break from the office and I got to get into the woods during the winter. From Mullan down to the Silver Dollar bar, then up over the Dominion loop, past the Haiwatha trail 2-mile tunnel, back to Taft, then up over Lookout pass to Mullan. Six hours on a sled is a long day, but it sure made me comfortable on them!
Andy's quote there was, "I'm done catting."
The entrance gate to the first Haiwatha tunnel
Spooky
On top of the Dominion loop
The mullan pass warming hut
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