Yes, I have been able to milk this weekend’s activities for three days worth of posts! I’m quite proud of myself.
So, I’ve been getting emails at my new addy asking from some sick puppies asking me to prove the purple shoulder.
OK then, here’s the skinny: The shoulder itself is almost healed but the upper bicep is a nice shade of greenish purple.
I have warned thou previously and am doing so again. The Analog Wife refuses to look at the damage after taking the pic below the fold. In fact, she says that if I do that to myself again, she is going to punish me by putting everything she regularly needs on the upper shelves in the kitchen and afterwards asking for my assistance in retrieving the items for numerous days afterwards.
So now I know that I will need to buy a step stool on my home from the next Practical Shotgun Match.
Now here you go!
Ain’t it pretty?
That is what happens when you need to shoot around a corner and cannot lean over far enough to do so with the gun properly placed, so you roll it down your arm a bit to get the ‘good angle’ and then engage six to eight targets.
The shoulder itself is almost fully healed with just a decent little contusion in the armpit itself.
But like they say: “That which does not kill me makes me stranger”
Or did they say “Stronger”?
Oh, and do you want to see more punishment that I inflicted upon myself?
Here is what I spent 90 minutes doing on Monday afternoon: Post trip ammo sorting.
There’s a little bit of everything there; some #8, some # 6, some #4 AND some 0000 buck and some 00Buck and some slugs, with multiple brands of each.
It is all packed up for storage or until the next match.
By the by, cleaning that 1187 was a nightmare. first, I had to download and print out the gun manual, which my buddy didn’t provide. Then I disassembled the gun by the numbers and started in on the various parts, which were much sootier than I’ve come to expect. Finally, I had to resort to a power drill with a bronze brush and Gun Scrubber (half-can!) to get the plastic smear out of the barrel where all those plastic wads had each left an accumulating residue.
My wages amounted to about $6.50/hour for the job.
After seeing all that hassle, I think I would stick with my Ithaca.
Were your patterns deterioriating at the end?
You could always get one of those grabber-thingys that the road-cleaners use to pick up things from the roadside with.
Just don’t let the Analog Wife get her hands on it. Might be hard to defend a grab in the groin from one of those things.