Photo above is my Great Great Grandfather, Civil War Veteran, Company C, First Kentucky Cavalry, U.S.
The Preacherman says, "My advice to you is to get yourself a gun and learn how to shoot." The Gunman says, "My advice to you is to get yourself a Bible and learn how to pray."
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Thursday, May 19, 2016
So far this year I have been to the shooting range once a month
I only made one New Year's resolution. Even with that modest goal, it is hard to get motivated; shooting just isn't as much fun as it used to be. It is nice to have a range within minutes of the house; other than cleaning the gun(s) afterwards, it does not take much work. Still, the thrill has turned shrill. This business of getting old is really getting old.
Maybe next month I'll take a couple of booming big bore revolvers out for some exercise; that usually plants a grin on my mug.