April 1, 2018
It’s probably been too long since I fired off a bunch of money — er, that is, rounds. For a birthday present, MBW arranged a range day for me with a couple of friends of mine who are members of a local gun club.
Many paper targets and several paper plates suffered at my hands. My groupings were tolerable, but I do need to work on adjusting my grip.
I feel more comfortable with my over-under 12 gauge shotgun. I littered the landscape with the remains of clay discs. Great fun. Now, if only quail would pop up in an orderly, predetermined manner.
I took mental note of the smells, the sounds, and the feel. In both civilian and uniformed life I’ve spent some time sending lead at targets. The memories remain. But there is nothing like fresh experience to draw upon when you are writing. Yesterday’s shooting day has already gone on to inform a combat scene in the current WIP.
Maybe I can write off the ammo on my taxes as a business expense. What do you think?