December 29, 2005
I paid a visit to catfish today. The weather was nice and we figured that the only way to improve sunshine and blue sky was to generate a thick cloud of gunsmoke in the air. So, we did.
Cat has a shooting range in his back yard. Between us, we must have fired several hundred rounds, most of it from .22 target pistols. Of course, I had to throw some .38, 9mm and .45 short ammo into the mix, too. (The .45 shorts were for the double-barreled Leinad derringer I don't own. I can't hit shit outside 10 feet with that thing, but it's LOUD as hell.)
I got to shoot Cat's new toy, too: a Talon 9-shot .22 revolver. I'd never seen a 9-shot revolver before. We also had
If you are one of the lucky folks coming to Cat's oyster roast/low country boil/rib barbecue on January 3rd, you can shoot these very same guns for yourself. We'll have plenty of targets and ammunition.
Gun smoke will serve as an appetizer before we pig out on the food.
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