The range had sent an e-mail to all its members, warning that ice cleats on footwear is mandatory. When we arrived, we could see why: all the precip had melted and refrozen several times, so that the entire grounds - roads, walkways, and ranges - was covered under two inches of nearly-transparent ice.
|The view from the target line, back to the firing line shelter.|
It was 10° F. when we arrived at 08:40, and didn't get much warmer over the next two hours. Daughter had her new .357 Ruger revolver to try out, but I went old-school.
|There's no school like the old school. :)|
She had her Garand, too, and I brought along my 1911 to complete the "old school" theme, but that's getting ahead of myself.
The range has floodlights, since we have more hours of darkness than daylight for several months during winter. We set up our targets, laid our gear on the frost-covered benches, and turned on the other creature comfort.
|Infrared heaters are quite welcome.|
She started out prone, and since sitting on a hoarfrost-covered wooden stool didn't seem like much fun, I began off-hand, with a "hasty" sling. (You Appleseed shooters will know what I mean.)
My first group of eight is shown above. That's a 3.5" spread at 35 yards, which didn't seem too bad after not shooting since last summer. I know, I know: that's too long, but sometimes life gets in the way.
The pistol shooting didn't go nearly as well, and every month of my non-practice was right there on the target for all to see. Much work is needed.
By 10:30, the temperature had only warmed to 15°, and we noticed that cold-and-stiff feeling settling in, so we called it a good session and headed home.
But before wrapping this up, I'll share the scenery which surrounds the range.
Thanks for stopping by, friends. I'm going to get something warm to drink.