"What's up, Breda? You haven't been here in forever. Are you shooting somewhere else, don't you like us anymore?"
I mentioned how money had been a little tight lately. "Yay, economy," I said.
That got a sage nod in response - it seems everyone has been feeling it lately. Still, I was excited. All range trips are fun, but this one really felt like a treat somehow - eating cheeseburgers with a new friend and my first time shooting since getting hurt in the car accident.
After a frustrating period of fiddling around with the Ruger Mk II (failure to feed properly) I decided to put it away and shoot my Bersa. I didn't do too poorly, considering my recent lack of practice.
But, of course, there's always one that gets away...
(@ about 25 feet)THOT brought his own Bersa, which he didn't shoot. (".380 is like gold!") But the two pistols sure look cute together, like kissing cousins. I just wonder why the trigger guards are different shapes.
I shot THOT's Springfield Champion that he brought along because he knows I'm a M1911 fan. (thank you!) It's a wonderful pistol.
I had to quit shooting before I really wanted to because my neck had started to hurt, but I had a great time anyway. I had missed shooting more than I realized.