Osama bin Zombie

We firearm enthusiasts of Missouri's rugged Jefferson and Franklin counties are a fun-loving group that likes to get together, talk about and try out firearms, and practice shooting, and later sit in rockers on the porch as the sun sets trying to figure out how to gig frogs without a boat, but mostly we shoot at bulls-eye targets, and now and then we do stacks of cans, license plates, and plastic bottles, and shotgunners shoot at skeets. But I had left over from the days when the gun club met at my place, this one last zombie poster, at one time hilariously funny and now just tasteless and outmoded. So this was our belated good riddance to our country's old enemy. In the photo my friend Morris sets up a juice jug for more target shooting. Morris has a .22 rifle with a mag that holds 25 rounds. Big fun!

Carmel and The Shooting Berm

Carmel promised the gun club could practice shooting on her land, but to do it some earth had to be moved into a pile to absorb our projectiles and keep everyone safe. She hired a guy with an earth mover to build what is called a shooting berm and invited me to be the first to blow some bullets at it with my Colt .38. Some trees were cut down to make room, and the stumps help to brace the pile of earth, eventually to be covered with nice grass. Cost $900. Benefits: Fun, socializing, and firearm practice! Carmel has also ordered target stands and other desirable range accessories. Who first put a firearm in Carmel's hand? I did! Now she's a great shot, using her ex's Hallmark cards and valentines as targets.

Cabin Fever

You know how spring gets you thinking about home-improvement projects? How about this rec room makeover for family fun?  Beats a ping-pong table. From The Pistol Shooters Treasury, 2nd edition, 1973. Ahh, the olden days....that looks like a Ruger Mark II in his hand. He can't be shooting larger caliber than a .22 if he's doing it at such short range, one-handed...I can't think of anything more ludicrous or dangerous than a home basement firing range. A figment of somebody's cabin fever.