Ow, Ow, Ow

Again with the shotgun, and again with the ow, ow, ow!

This time sucked mostly because I was using slugs, and again, it wasn’t quite seated right (now I’m too far into my center of body mass) but it is a very, very satisfying feeling to send two slugs downrange and be the loudest firearm on the range (at that given moment in time).

Also, grown men strolling along behind the firing line tend to pause and look twice when I pick up the shotgun.

I had to stop at two, though, as I knew I already had a bruise forming. I’ll try again next week. Blarg.

I did okay with the Springfield XD standard and sub-compact. Last week, I am very ashamed to admit that I did not hit my target _at all_ and instead laid out a nice pattern in the cardboard beneath it. It was at something like 30′.

This week, however, I started out at 9′ and did decently, and then went to 12′ and buckled down and picked up the shotgun (which last week was just a thing I did not really want to fire at all) and well, it was almost fun.