Re: Results Odessa FV200 F-Class May 1st
I am home today, recuperating, licking wounds. Not from the match but from the massive 'malling' that followed. My Wife had me empty the car of shooting stuff, reload it with her wheelchair, and we took our Granddaughter 'E' (for Elena Marie) shopping for a dress and shoes.
Granddaughter is 13 and adamantly opposed to wearing anything that looks even vaguely feminine. Had to buy her two pairs of jeans before we could even coax her in the general direction of the misses' dress department at Kohl's. There followed try-ons, cell photo exchanges with her Mom, oodles of Olympic class eye rolling and the repeated vocalizations sounding sorta like "Gaaack!". I don't know, I'm still not that fluent in Contemporary Conversational Thirteen...
No matter...
By 6:00PM, we were still precisely nowhere, in Target now, and determined to press onward to TJ Maxx. Mom was inbound, we were ingesting Franks and Pepsi, and my Wife turned to me and offered me an out. Mom would get them home.
True and confirmed coward that I am, I nodded once, beamed, and bolted.
My work there was DONE!
I'm now a chastened and better educated shopping stooge. ("But Grampy, you <span style="font-style: italic">know</span> I love you...!!!". There can be but one reply. Yipes!).
Oh yes, and back on topic; I'm generally pleased with our match despite what might appear a dismal performance on my part. I've been unable to do much practice lately due to the timely emergence of the 'Spring Honey-Do list'. This year, it's an out and out doozie. There's the repair of roofing and plumbing catastrophes that have been 'lick and a promise' patched and now need to be addressed in a more competent manner. There are literally weeks of labor facing me. It's daunting, and any edging toward the range is regarded with a baleful eye by 'She who must be obeyed'.
There's also a (now resolved) drought of .222 brass. The drought was shattered by the gradual acquisition of 5 boxes of Remington 50gr Core-Lokt Express ammo from 3 different Wall-Mart over the past two months. This was what ammo I employed yesterday. There were flyers. Of course. It's me, remember?
But I had simply abandoned any intentions related to scores in advance, and used the event yesterday as a shakedown and re tempering session. I worked on my position, my support, and my trigger work. While the score may say otherwise, I felt somewhat reassured by what I was able to glean from the experience. In point of fact, some relationships become clearer, and results began to correspond to efforts. The last two targets looked a bitty bit better than the first two.
Me Thinketh that Madam Accuracy may be grudgingly beginning to edge her gaze in my direction.
It's a dream, at least.
The auguries vaguely proclaim some hope that better ammunition may render better results.
Like I said..., a dream...
Greg
PS Odds are high that I will be absent next match, Mothers' day and all... It follows quick upon the heels of the prior day, which will contain both the (Gaaack!)64th anniversary of mine own nativity, and my littlest Granddaughter Kaycee's christening. If I stir at all, it will probably be to nurse a world class hangover.
