Now I'm gonna have to shoot all of you for messing up my shooting thread. Boom.
Sunday morning . . . . . waffles, with Jiff chunky peanut butter and maple syrup. And a tall super cold glass of milk. White milk, not chocolate.
Pouring down rain. And cold. No going to the range today. A day without shooting, is a day without sunshine. Maybe I'll polish my bullets, again.
Shoot