"I'd rather go to the Bullet Stop."
"Sure. That's easy."
"I like The Bullet Stop, where people mind their own business."
"Okay, we'll go to the bullet stop."
"I see absolutely no reason to put up with some clown who thinks he's a range officer but who fails to enforce the rules of the range consistently and equitably."
"Well - "
"Why put up with the crap? I don't mind having a range officer, but he could see our groups and observe us shooting, and it isn't like we're going to shoot the target hangers or do something dangerous, like that guy with the revolver that he clearly saw and didn't do a damned thing about."
"Let's go to The Bullet Stop."
"The guy's a dick. I couldn't figure out what his problem was."
"You said it. We'll go to The Bullet Stop."
After another ten minutes Mike wound down and we made plans to go to The Bullet Stop. For those who may read this and be wondering just what got Big Mike all spun up, it's not because he's off his medication. I wrote about our experience at Cleland's Outdoor World here where we encountered a clerical worker who was as dense as he was unfriendly. Clearly Mike was more impressed with the man's incompetence than I was. So it was off to The Bullet Stop.
Shot With My Ruger Mark II Government |
Beretta Target |
Beretta Md. 101 in .22 |
I like shooting the Beretta. It's a good deal lighter than my Ruger and has the advantage of an open hammer, which I've always liked. If I had a couple extra clips for it I'd probably shoot it more often.
Llama .22 |
"Ah, I see you've brought your Saturday night at the whore house gun."
"No, this is my barbeque gun."
"Is it? Could have fooled me. Besides, it looks like it would go well with your double breasted pin striped purple suit. The one with the gold buttons."
Mike is kidding with me. Main Lady donated that suit to the Salvation Army years ago, and he knows it.
Anyway, my thought was that since neither of us had ever shot this pistol we could use it for a little contest. I produced two targets featuring multicolored balloons and told Mike to take his choice, left side or right side. Mike chose the left side. I then asked if he wanted to shoot first or second, and of course he allowed me to go first.
"After all, it's your pistol."
Here are the results.
Contest Target |
On the way out we stopped and talked to the owner for a while. He was glad to see us, probably more so when he learned just why we passed up Cleland's in favor of The Bullet Stop. Although the point that Big Mike made about Mister Customer Service of 2011 that 'serves' Cleland's customers is accurate and may well be the mitigating factor that prompts us to drive out to Graytown, there is something truly refreshing about the owner and the people there: They all mind there own damned business. I like that about The Bullet Stop.
2 comments:
He meant BBQ gun would go well in the fire. Start over. Glock. Smith and Wesson. That's what Big Mike meant. LOL.
Good shootin', Tex...or should I say...Pimp Daddy?
Pimp Daddy? Pimp Daddy? Remind me to post a photo of me while I'm stylin' at the range.
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