Grand Ol’ Day
So it’s 2145 in Texas, 2045 in New Mexico (where I am currently located), 1245 in Brisbane (where I would be if I weren’t in Texas or New Mexico) and I am completely pooped. Had some interesting things happen over the last couple of days so I thought I would post a brief update.
First off, thanks to everyone who gave me a holler about the back debacle. I had a lot of calls, emails, and a few carrier pigeons arrive asking what happened to require such a variety of spirit-uplifting, pain-deadening drugs. Even got to catch up with a few folks I hadn’t talked to in a while as a result of the back pain thing so it’s all good.
Ok, here’s the goings on of OMD.
As a few folks in Australia know, I’ve have fallen in love. Well, at the very least fallen into deep like with the Colt M1911: so much so that I was unable to resist temptation and I went out and bought one. So, I have my very own M1911. Here’s the poop:
It’s a Springfield, not a Colt. I was very close to purchasing the Colt (it was the same model I shot in Australia - the Mark IV/ Series 70), but it was $1,000. I really wasn’t keen on spending quite that much and the pistol sitting next to it in the case was the Springfield Government/ Military Spec Model - which is effectively the same thing, just not a Colt. It was only $650 so I shelled out the pesos for that one instead. After a checking out my new pistol I was eager to take it to the range. That was Wednesday.
After being drugged into submission for two days and staying on my back as much as possible I was excited to get out of the house and even more excited that the outing included a trip to the firing range. I wanted to say thank you to my buddy who kindly picked me up off the storage room floor a few days prior so I took him to the range that morning and taught him how to shoot. We had a blast, he enjoyed himself and after dropping him off at his apartment I went to meet my brother-in-law and his dad back at the range…for a second round of shooting excitement.
All in all I think I spent about 6 hours out at the range shooting my pistols and rifle as well as an old Ruger single action Army .357 revolver that my brother-in-law’s dad had. It was pretty sweet. All total, I think I shot about 300+ rounds across 4 different calibers and five different firearms.
At the start of the day I was feeling fantastic. The drugs had done their job and relaxed the muscles in my back. Unfortunately all the fun I had on Thursday came at a price. As I sit writing this I am realizing that I probably spent too much time out there as my back is aching again.
So what did I learn from all this?
Too much fun might not be a good thing, but it sure does make for some great memories.