I consider rather often these days the steady decline before me and figure I'd better have something with which to match it. So...it's come to this. Oh, it works. Yes, it does. But it sure does disturb that lovely ennui my body has been enjoying.
And then there is the acquisition of ammunition -sweet, tasty boxes...heavy, though. Ah, and should one be interested, these little things ROCK - and now adorn the stock of my Mossberg. Clearance, my friends...and it holds the wee Kahr 9mm quite nicely! We bought a few of those little pouches, confident they'll be useful for nearly anything. The shell holder on the front is Velcro - pulls off and you can add whatever else you like.
Time, I think, to start training, though. Too long between range visits - and the outdoor range we adore is bloody damned hot in the summer. Might be time for some Airsoft training guns. Stay inside and try to not put out an eye.
The rest? Hell, just trying to keep up...tracking the monster as it ravages everything in reach. Baffling, really, because I always assumed that people who suffered under such treatment did so because they didn't fight. Now? I see that it's the boiling frog thing...the water's just tepid and cozy right now. But my ass is getting warm.