Good piece in this month’s American Rifleman on choosing scopes for long-range shooting. It’s excerpted from a longer article by Ross Seyfried on building .22 centerfires for half-mile target work.
I’d like to try that kind of shooting someday, but in my part of the country it’s not easy to find 300-yard target ranges, let alone 1,000 yards.
Since New Year’s resolutions are for people who have flaws, you won’t find any here. Instead, here’s a little rundown of shooty-related goals for ’08:
Those are the biggies. There’s a few other oddball ideas rattling around (A 3″ Smith & Wesson Model 66? Perish the thought!) that may or may not come to pass. Oh, and I really should set an appointment for a fitting at Holland & Holland so I can order that double rifle…
Got an IM from my sister last night, not to wish me a happy New Year but to berate me because her friend thinks I’m feeding my cat too much. I’m not making this up. This is why I’m glad to have over 2,000 miles between us most of the year.
Anyways, I decided to do a little research on feeding kittens. The general consensus is to let him eat as much as he wants at this stage (Clancy’s about 8 weeks old) because he’s growing so fast and running around so much. Also, he was skin and bones when I found him so he has some catching up to do.
So far so good, that’s what I’ve been doing. Clancy’s putting away 2 3-oz cans of kitten food a day, divided into 4 or 5 little meals. I just recently started transitioning him to a mixed wet/dry diet.
Now, here’s the thing. Seems there are two conflicting schools of thought:
Uh-huh. And needless to say, both camps are 100% certain that theirs is the One True Way.
So I’m once more turning to my wonderful, all-knowing readers. What the hell should I be feeding this thing?
I regretfully bailed on my planned New Years party last night (Sorry J, I really did want to be there) because all the weathermen were predicting Snowpocalypse ’08 (upwards of 9″ expected), the party was way the hell on the other side of town, and I knew my stick-boy muscles would be called upon to clear a path to Grandmother’s House this morning.
You can, of course, guess what happened: I woke up to about a half-inch of slushy, already-melting snow. Thanks, Mr. Weatherman.
On the other hand, spending New Years Eve drinking by myself at home is probably an accurate forecast of the year to come.
Why the hell didn’t anyone tell me you can get new semi-auto Skorpion pistols?!?!
And does anyone have an extra $750 they’re not using?
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