For the last week or so Mother Nature has tried her best to increase the sales of Prozac and stimulate subscriptions to porn sites. HA! Little did she know who she was dealing with. With temperatures approaching 20 below at night and single digits in the day it was the perfect opportunity to stock the larder with modern day plunder. Firing up the old melting pot I turned many pounds of dingy wheel weights into glistening projectiles of varying calibers, weights and shapes. During one of my casting sessions my son-in-law stopped by and in appreciation of his hauling all those many pounds of WW around for me I gave him his first, of many to come, casting lesson. Started him off slow and easy with 90 grain RN... don't want to injure the daughter's little hubby. A couple days with the LNL's and the Dillons left me with boxes and boxes of semi-shiny, (lets not get that thread started again) loaded rounds just begging to travel down the barrels of various guns. Saturday's weather forecast promised a clear Sunday with temperatures in the forties. Perfect weather for shooting and football. Since the NASCAR season hasn't started and the Broncos season ended last week, (the bums), that left shooting. A phone call to my 72 year old shooting buddy, Deak, (you really don't want to shoot against him, either modern or black powder), and the time was set. We left at the crack of dawn, or within 3 1/2 hours of it. Myself, my SIL and my 9 year old grandson. To young to take him to a Mexican border town for his first... he is however old enough to shoot his first gun, if you don't count Nerf guns. After a nourishing and energy building breakfast at Perkins we stopped off at my buddy's house, loaded the truck with steel and other assorted targets, (plus another 5 gallon bucket of WW) and made our way to the range. If you will allow me a few moments of father-in-law and grandfatherly pride I shall post some pictures of our outing and after the frivolities are out of the way I shall relate, in all it's graphic and bloody detail the shooting range accident. Oh, because of picture limitations this may take several posts. Sorry. (Bob2223 and Cobra64 will like this. Even though they have problems with the written word they really get excited with pictures.) Our targets... set at 10 and 20 yards. The SIL whined when we wanted to set them from 30-50 yards. Big baby. My SIL shooting my 686 at 15 yards. He thought he was hot stuff when he kept knocking down the 8" steel. I fixed that. Notice the black electrical tape over the rear and front sights. If he's gonna learn to shoot, he's gonna learn right. Once he got over his, 'this can't be done attitude', and after I showed him how it could be done, very easily, he only had a couple of misses out of the next 50 or so. Same drill only one handed with a Walther PP .380. He also managed it with a Browning Hi-Power, a 2" Chief Model 60, a Star PD, a 6" Model 27 and a Glock 30. All one handed with the sights taped and the gun no higher than mid-chest. He has potential... if I let him stay married to my daughter. Continued... Wanna kill these ads? We can help!