Of Bread and Bullets…

With neighbors on both sides, whenever I want to go shooting I feel obligated to either travel way back in the boondocks to do it or get buy-in from the neighbors because of the noise. So – not that I don’t love them all – when I found out that both D&L and S&L were going to be out of pocket for a while…

…as soon as the dough started its second rise I grabbed a rifle and fixings and headed for the range.

Even though I carry a gun every day and use it for defense a lot more often than I did when I was a real person, I actually practice a lot less than I did when I was young, strong, and employed with a weekly ammo budget. Now I have the time, but I don’t have the ammo. Expending two 30-round mags is a rare pleasure – and an unsustainable expense.

But the older I get, the more I embrace the wisdom of Gun Jesus…


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3 Responses to Of Bread and Bullets…

  1. Jim Price says:

    I have the same problem. While I live out in the sticks, there are neighbors close enough that shooting from my porch would probably annoy them and make them uncomfortable. So I have an area about 4.5 miles away where it won’t bother anyone. But that makes it just inconvenient enough that I don’t go very often. And during July-Aug-Sept the fire danger here is extreme, so I have enough sense to postpone my shooting now until at least October, lest I start a forest fire.

    So here I sit, looking at cases of ammo I can’t shoot. Wish I lived closer, I’d come make noise on your range with you. I’d probably even share the ammo.

  2. Mike says:

    I am so envious of you Joel. I belong to a range in the middle of nowhere. It is nothing fancy but has all the goodies I want like a place to wash up after shooting. Nice as it is, there are some down sides. The thing that bugs me the most is, every so often there is a visit by the police to check that everything’s on the up an up. These, “your papers please” visits are disturbing and I suspect a sign of things to come.

  3. Joel says:

    Oh, that drove me crazy at this one range I sometimes visited in Socal. Only place around you could shoot rifles but it shared space with a police “training” range and when those assholes were done having fun with their taxpayer-supplied full-auto toys taxpayers aren’t allowed to go near, they enjoyed prancing around behind the “civilian” shooting benches all decked out in their “tactical” gear hassling people and just generally being assholes because they could. Mostly it was worth it to me to drive hours into the desert to shoot just so I didn’t have to risk putting up with that bullshit.

To the stake with the heretic!