Six stages down, two to go. I stopped caring about the score on the third stage.
My fingers are numb.
I’ll stick to indoor ranges in freezing weather from now on.
UPDATE: YAY! I’m done.
Now I’m parked next to the grill, getting warm and waiting on the hot dogs.
(I’m not even gonna look at my score.)
UPDATE: Back home. Still cold. Never again.
Goooodddd Training! LOL. Betcha still had fun.
It stopped being fun during the third stage. After that it was just stubbornness and stupidity.
I will link back to this post if you similarly bitch about shooting in 100F heat and 90% humidity in August.
I’m reading Stephen Ambrose’s “Band of Brothers”, coincidentally the chapter on Bastogne. I’m guessing that you’re a bit closer to the cold/shooting thing than I am …
😉