It’s been three months since I’ve been shooting. Three. Long. Months.
The nearest public range is about an hour away from me & let’s face it, not only was I spoiled by how close the range was before I moved (1 mile) I took it for granted and did not go nearly as much as I should have.
To make matters worse, I was SO spoiled that I was able to take out that groundhog from my 2nd floor dining room window. Only once did I take advantage of that.
So much has changed these past few months. Shooting has gone on the back burner. Hell, I’m not even fully unpacked yet. My guns get their revenge by cracking my new cell phone screen (since replaced).
I walk by my empty shotgun every morning. I could almost feel it watching me get ready for work. My CZ just lies there on top of my jewelry armoire, collecting dust. It comes with me when I leave the house but that’s about as much action that it’s gonna get.
Don’t get me started on how much I miss the AK. To feel that cold barrel in my hands, debate on whether or not to use the pistol grip…that distinct sound in my ears – you can always hear an AK rise above the rest of the rifles at the range. No matter what I’m shooting, once I hear an AK at the range I immediately regret my decision of leaving it home.
I need a week at the range.