A Friday Afternoon

Alright. What a week, what with the Va-Tech massacre and attendant gun-control lunacy in wake. Rather than another post about why there’s no guarantee attached to "gun free zone," I thought I’d just go out and reaffirm my own disposition.

Those shots were aimed at the head on the left. Not too bad, I’d say, since it’s been like 1988 since I shot one-handed (I’m holding the cam in the other hand and we’re shooting at 10 yards). Yea, you don’t need to let me know that it’s a hostage target and I’m not supposed to shoot the guy on the right. I didn’t want to buy another target, okay?

What you can’t see in this version (it’s reasonably clear in the native file) is the Colt .38 I show sitting on the bench. That was my grandmother’s "snub-nose," and it sat on her bedside table (loaded) for as long as I can remember as a kid. My grandfather had a .38 as well, but with a long barrel.

I’ll leave you with Ted.

Update: Oh, yea. It’s a Sig-Sauer P-229; .40 S&W.