Call the shot, tell yourself the truth...

Step six in shooting well, Follow Through and Call the Shot. Every real shooter knows that, and with that information you begin the Rifleman's Dance, you called it 'good' and it was six inches low - so something changed and you have to change your sight picture for the next shot (as you check to see if your sights are still tight). So holding higher on the target your next shot should be on, or you will have to continue to adjust until it is.

Three stories have really disturbed me: Pennsylvania Football players and coach caught in rape trial and stupidity scandal, no, I am not happy with the drunken female victim (who was not dragged off the street and drugged to that helplessness) - that Violence Against Women program ought to help her.

Then there were the two tough teenage punks with guns holding up mothers pushing baby strollers. Something all those high speed Gangsta films promote. When they couldn't get tons of money from the mother without a hovering husband (stealing from women that can't defend themselves goes right after raping them to make the trophy babies in certain subcultures in America). So they shot the baby five times in the head. You will not see their trial on television - they are protected by being stupid, young, and raced.

And the last story, the crowning glory of so modern, scientific and progressive America, they are finally going to charge a doctor with murder for killing living babies in failed abortions. What happened to doctors that would do no harm?

Not enough love in the country, not enough adult behavior and responsibility. There is no value in other human life? I guess I will have to be very ashamed that I am part of the problem, I haven't demanded that the country change, what difference is there between the those stories and the culture of Sodom and Gamorrah? None. I don't expect the media, the government nor the law to have any answer to the problem, since it is individual and human. We aren't teaching our children well, we allow stupidity to be more present in their daily lives as wonderful choices than serious solutions to bad decisions. My fault, may the LORD forgive me.

Now to adjust my aiming point.

Sign of better health, strange dreams...

Woke from a dream about losing my credit and debit cards during some transactions. What I had been carrying around weren't my cards. I checked my wallet immediately.

I also decided that if it warms up just a bit I will go shooting, that I didn't do last weekend. Being rainy and chilly.


So, conversation at the range is about ammunition shortages, not hitting well today, and that is a neat rifle. I was getting my rifle sighted back in, and have it close.

I am reminded of the Provincials and the British Regulars - the Regulars had some training, thought in volley fire and charge with the bayonet. The provincials had some training but thought in individual shots to hit real targets, like game and predators, they also paid for their ammunition and equipment. So every time a provincial shot it was for a purpose and would be talked about.

I think I need to get one of those jobs where they buy my ammunition for work and practice, had one once. Is there a chance Homeland Security would be looking for old undercover fatmen?  
 
At home I find another email from the White House, keeping me informed of all that the President has done to stop gun violence, which by my count isn't as good as the drift adjustment I have just made to my front sight nor the fine Riflecraft RS-1 sling I have put on my favorite,  Shucks, I will have to return to the range and improve and finalize my sight adjustments next weekend. When it is warmer.
 

Almost time for Men's Bible Study, I get to bring the brownies.  

I am not worried about my perception of the government...

Nope, I am pretty certain that they mostly fools committing folly.

I am concerned in what the government's perception of me is... You see, I haven't up gunned, stockpiled tons of ammunition and SWAT equipment for normally beneficial agencies.  Nope, not I.

Nope, I am concerned that Medicare hasn't cured my cough and cold and stuffy feeling, my wife makes Lemon tea faster than I can awake back up to drink it.

I am looking forward again for resting another night away, picture is of my manly sleep wear. Sweating every night, so it get washed daily, sheets, pjs and Earl.

Nice to be under drone watch, to monitor my assault rifles and equipment. Just think my hacking uncontrollable cough is going to give my hide position away.

Although, I took a quick trip to stock up on necessary food stuffs this morning, the Sun was shining and the shelves were full -- I am passing the gun show in Puyallup this weekend and probably not shooting that target rifle either.

Back to reading and falling asleep as needed, The Forgotten Man.

Spring! so I may as well be ill...

I am cutting off the internet, much more, and if there weren't competing viewers in this home, I would dump the cable - have you seen how little good content is on? They do advertise all the medications, all the investments, all the bloopers, all the funniest home video, and just more than I want to tickle my fancy with - I certainly don't want to pay for any of it. See, my cell phone? No, you don't. I had one then after my cross country trip on the Trusty Triumph, I realized that I didn't NEED it, and never liked paying for it. So it is gone.

Seems I picked up my wife's cough and congestion, and I must rest and recover, I think Longest Day, Bridge too Far and we will see from there. Take care out there, I may not be monitoring, but I care. Your government is monitoring, but will never care - you are just a people of one. Yes, it is still raining, I have to clean out the gutters soon.

Looking at the YMCA

And I do look, really. There are all kinds of interesting people there doing the best they can to become mobile. It isn't like the Greeks with their body perfection, but there are some young ladies that must be pole dancers in some of the clubs - since that is such a small group to consider I can stop writing about them. The remainder are mostly old, fat, feeble and faint of heart. Like me.

Now in the weight room, and they have a great weight room, which I don't use, the body builders and weight lifters train up, there are some tattooed ladies in there also, like steel bands are their muscles in tone. I only play at the rope trainer off to the side, or Jacob's Ladder (which makes me light headed).

No, I use the boring machines, repetitiously. BORING! I normally start with the Rowing machine, I dream of sculling with Banacek in Boston, but am sure I would tip the craft and return to swimming for my life. Earl's coordination stops when using anything beyond the body. So sad. Still I try to do 10,000 meters, or if in a hurry 5,000 meters. That is my warm up. Good for legs and upper body - seems to do nothing for the core, but I could never tell, that belly fat is in the weigh (way). I walk a lap then go to the bicycle machine, an Expresso.com linked computer deal, and adjust the seat height, sit and open my account, to get credit and establish my ghost on which trail I ride.

Then I start pedaling, and Sweat, so that it drips off of my arms and face, soaking the floor mat and my gym outfit. Short route is five miles, but six is better and I like to adventure to ten and beyond, no hurry, when my wife is well, she is doing water resistance stuff. The video panel has interesting terrain to bike through, virtual competitors and cliffs to feel like you could drive right off into and die on the way down - the machine won't allow it, the bike stops off the road. Just not an All Terrain Vehicle.

I have to mop up after using the machine and recording my fine times, there are some real animals pumping pedals elsewhere that have produced many watts of power - could we supply the power grid? Not I, but they could link your machine. After clean up I hit the Eliptical trainer or the one called the Open Strider - they are similar but not the same, but I only do a mile or a little more on each.

Every other day or so I do weight machines, but lightly and none on legs, all core and upper body.

In the end, I am tired and desiring that hot shower and black coffee. So I am done, the YMCA has people sitting and watching, talking and always using some machine or exercise program, lots of classes that move the body, hard to soft. 

When I get young and beautiful I will come back and revisit this theme, but it will take much longer although with better weather I will be going outside to take care of the yard, too. The kilt fit well this morning - got to keep moving or that death by recliner will sneak upon me.

Rest Day

Sure Sunday is a day of rest, and worship. Time to regroup before hitting the life hard again. I do hope you all took advantage of it. My time at church was shorter than normal, my wife is still feverish and stayed at home resting. Or as much as she is able to, being her.

I was working hard on resting, even thought that writing a blog entry would be a bit much. I had thought to go shooting, but then the chill and wet turned that idea into less than joy - so I rested that idea on the procrastination pile. I watched Shaka Zulu instead. I really know how to enjoy a rainy Sunday afternoon, don't I?

To add a bit of different to my rest day, two war games played and won - the computer genius is always turned down at my home. Why is anyone watching an interrogation video on the news? I guess because I turned the silly electronic noise on. Fool that I am, time to make the gruel, looks good for a quick jog after. I am so old, so old, and so old.

I went off to Bremerton to speak about the Appleseed Project with the Kitsap Region Rifle Club.  There were about twenty-five members in attendence, well received and it only took me thirty minutes to present answer questions and leave materials so they could get back to important business.

Before the meeting, I had walked around campus, visited the library and took a couple of shots of flowers, it is going to be Spring soon enough.