As always, thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Double Trouble for
putting up with hosting the large group of whack jobs eclectic personalities that descend upon their home like a plague of in laws come to visit, shoot, talk, eat, shoot, disturb the wild life, etc. each year. It’s something that I look forward to greatly.
Thanks goes to JayG for putting this shindig together, which is about as easy as changing a tire on a moving car. Without his inspired madness and drive, we’d all be just yammering on about what a great idea a blog shoot would. And all kidding aside, he has turned into one of the premier gun bloggers around. I’m in awe.
Thanks to Wally for clarifying my AR 15 quandries and putting me on the path to my second EBR. No doubt Mrs. TOTWTYTR will thank you too if she ever meets you. Wally is just another guy that I’m in awe of. Obviously, he paid attention in shop class. I’ll bet he even finished his wooden lamp and metal dust pan!
I’d say that we had the usual suspects, but we didn’t because Borepatch and family and
Lissa wasn’t there. Only Lissa was there with Mike. I had just finished saying to someone how much I missed having them there when someone tapped me on the shoulder and when I turned around it was Lissa. Kind of like one of those cheesy reality shows, only it wasn’t cheesy at all. It made me smile like an idiot, give her a hug, and treat her like a long lost daughter. It was great to see her, Mike, and Future Shooter. Although Future Shooter is still hitch hiking in Mom’s belly.
The conversation was interesting, at least to us, although probably not to outsiders or casual listeners if there happened to be any.
Lot’s of shooty stuff to be seen, touched (always with permission) and shared. We were semi organized with JayG putting his Scout Master experience to good use herding the cats that are the Northeast Blog Shooter gang. Despite being only semi organized, we were well a well disciplined militia with everyone practicing safe handling techniques, and sharing the line. Even the firearms were well behaved with not one of them jumping up off of a table and “going off” which I’ve read in the media firearms tend to do. Not ours, they know their place.
Even the weather cooperated as the rain stopped right on time and held off until we had packed up, said our good byes, and started back to where ever.
The only downside is the same as always. There is just not enough time to shoot every firearm and talk to everyone for as long as I’d like. When I say it’s an eclectic group I really mean that. We had a doctor, at least one nurse, at least one nursing student, a couple of engineers, a paramedic, at least two machinists, but I think more, a politician who is also a school teacher, and other people whose occupations I didn’t catch. All sharing a common interest in firearms, personal responsibility, and civil rights. The conversations were as always wide ranging and interesting and were as much a part of the gathering as the shooting and gun ogling.
Except for hanging out watching my grandson, I can’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday.
I’m already counting the days.