Like, I’m sitting here, minding my own business, when I suddenly wonder what ever happened to Tip & Doris (Tipton?)? The couple that had wife-swapping “parties” with my folks way back in the day. Harsh part of all that was that they stuck us kids off in one of the other bedrooms while they did it. (Literally I guess: Did It.) Which, I suppose, really was better than us sitting and watching. I still remember walking in on each of them a couple of times. Of course, at 8 years old I had only a vague idea of what was going on. Thanks goodness.

I know. Not posting much. Honestly, by the time I even remember that I need to post it’s past my bedtime. Or I shrug my shoulders and start another episode of NCIS New Orleans and then go to bed when it’s finished.

SWMBO’s friend and his family came over for a couple of days last week. The above picture is from setting off both triggers with the shotgun loaded with “double-ought” (?) buckshot. Figured I could handle it because I had shot buckshot before: Not remembering it was from a 20-guage shotgun instead of this behemoth SWMBO’s friend has. Slapped my arm pretty good.

Otherwise, one of my last shots from the 1911 .45 he has completely cut down the tree we had our target nailed to.