I haven't been down to visit Big Mike lately, so when he proposed a weekend of shooting, drinking and other enjoyable pursuits I accepted his offer with enthusiasm. As usual, Big Mike's hospitality is first rate.
The drive South to Columbus, Ohio was nothing if not boring for most of the trip, then exciting as soon as I hit I-270 and the Columbus traffic. Let me be perfectly clear about this. Any Columbus police officer who feels like writing a few traffic citations for such minor infractions as speeding, failure to maintain a safe distance (tailgating) and driving without due regard for safety need only spend five minutes patrolling I-270. I don't know how long it takes to write a traffic citation, but I'm certain that an entire eight hour shift could be dedicated to pulling over the cretinous, inconsiderate, maladriot drivers that are making I-270 hazardous to everyone's health, including their own.
By Divine grace I arrived without incident Friday afternoon, and we took off for
Black Wing intent on breaking a few clays. I haven't been to Black Wing in a while, and they've changed their sporting clays course around a little.
Big Mike and I played 50 birds, and I finally discovered just what was wrong with my game.