I went shooting on Monday, in celebration of the end of hunting season (I can go up into the hills and turn my money into noise without ticking off hunters). In the amount of time I was out (about 45 minutes), the temperature dropped from 17 to 9 degrees F. And the wind was blowing. I only stopped because I could no longer load magazines, my fingers were so numb. I was so happy, though--I finally got to try out the new magazine I got for the XD (worked fine) and the subsonic .22 LR (it's true, the clack of the 10/22 bolt is louder than the rest of it).
And then the sun went down and I got cold cold. And then I went to help butcher a deer.
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