…to sign up for Gene Econ’s Precision Rifle Clinic. That means YOU Squeaky/ PackingRat/ LoneLibertarian/ Southparkpundit/ existingthing and anyone else I’ve forgotten. Best instruction and one-on-one coaching available for a ridiculously low price.
As for me and Phil and Dave the RNS Staff Photographer, we’re shooting Field Fire at the Clinic, which means we don’t get the coaching (we’ve had it before) but we get to sleep in. Hey, we’re old guys.
While Phil’s being mesmerized by the As-Yet-Unnamed-Kitty (would Heller Kitty be a cute name or what?) I’m starting on phase 2 of my exercise program, which is called Dig A 10-foot-by-20-foot Hole One Foot Deep in Hard Clay So I Can Put In A French Drain Before Building a Magnificent Shed Atop It All. That hard clay is a bitch. I’m doing it by hand with a shovel because it’s Good For Me. 100-degree heat down here, too. At least it’s a dry heat, yada yada.
I’m taking frequent breaks, both for water and to Just Dance, because that’s my mood nowadays. Life’s good. Join in, won’t you?
It would have to be Heller Kitteh, but you’re right, it would be a good name. Onto the list it goes.
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