Even though Sundays can't officially be counted as vacation days, we decided to treat it like one anyway. We slept in, noodled around the house for a few hours and then went to the range.
I shot every gun in the arsenal except for the .38 snubby (I've decided I do not like that gun. We are not friends, and until it decides to apologize for hurting my hand every time I shoot it, we will continue to be on non-speaking terms.) We have another revolver, a stainless steel .357 magnum Ruger SP101 DAO that I use to shoot .38 specials. This gun I like (you know, for a revolver) The stainless steel is heavy enough to absorb a lot of the recoil and the sights are much better than the snubby. I shot 25 rounds and had a couple of "Ah-ha!" moments when I actually hit the target exactly where I was aiming.
From my new friend Neil, a Sunday regular at the range, I learned that there is a difference between target sights and combat sights, ammo quality matters, and that I am still using too much fingertip (argh). I'd like to always get a stall next to him...he is an encyclopedia of knowledge and as a bonus, he lets me shoot his guns. The People of the Gun are nice folks.
After the range we went to Gander Mountain because I just had to see if they had the pink shotgun...and they DID! (and a matching .22 rifle) It's seriously cute and makes that oh-so-satisfying "ChaCHUNK" sound. It's engraved with "Shoot like a girl...if you can!" on the stock and even comes with a matching pink ballcap. I really wanted a new digital camera for Christmas, but now I'm reconsidering. A shotgun in the house seems to be the thing for taking care of those pesky home invaders...plus, imagine their surprise when they find me there to meet them in the dark of night. A pissed off me, with fuzzy slippers and a pink shotgun, shouting, "Stay on the tile! Stay on the tile!" (much easier to mop up later.)