Some days at the range I don’t feel like punishing myself with heavy recoil or trying to shoot the tightest possible groups with loads that have been tuned to perfection. Nope, shooting is fun, and sometimes blasting through a box of ammo is just what the doctor ordered.
A few years ago when we were organizing military surplus rifle fun matches, good buddy Paul showed up with a bunch of zombie targets. Paul called the zombie Boris and the hostage Betty, and the names stuck. We had targets left after the match, and yesterday I shot the very last one.
I had my trusty Model 60 Smith and Wesson and a box of 100 .38 Specials I had loaded on my Star progressive reloader. They were Gardner Cache powder-coated 148-grain wadcutters with 2.7 grains of Bullseye (the go to accuracy load in .38 Special). I set ol’ Boris and Betty up on the 7-yard line and proceeded to double-action my way through 20 cylinders’ worth of ammo (the cylinder in a Model 60 holds 5 rounds). There was not a single misfire in the entire 100 rounds, and more importantly, not a single one of them hit Betty. Boris…he didn’t fare so well.
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Dang, good shooting!… Boris is dead, and Betty lives to be captured again in another horror classic.
This reminds me of “Satan Lives! The Raise of The Illuminati Hotties”. A cinema classic, now available of Blue Ray and DVD. Great old horror movies with a real nasty villain or monster, with a dumb guy who is always going to the basement, dumb hot chick who gets killed right off and our heroine who gets captured and gets saved, our Betty!
I believe the medical term for what you described is “blowing off some steam”. One of life’s miracle cures, lol.
Now that sounds like my kind of fun!
Beautiful handgun!