A yes man.

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I had not planned on leaving the cave today. Beside it being Sunday, I simply had not planned on going out the door other than to discuss issues of importance and high relevance with my neighbor. We would take over the world, control all details of life for our fellows, and trick them into doing the right things, we have so much power and all. Thankfully, for you probably, we are both a little on the lazy side. As well, we cannot exactly agree on the details. That, I suspect, is why we continue to talk. Sometimes the other guy has a few more details or a novel plan that we might be able to patent first.

However, my neighbor rang the doorbell at about 14:30. Could we go shooting? Well, I cannot find a reason not to do so, so, yes. Fine, lets go. No time for a morning shower. Something I so rarely go without that it is generally irrelevant statistically. I suppose there is a black moon somewhere, as no shower mornings are rarer than even blue moons (which happen to be real events, as are black moons if they call them something else). I did have to dress, grab my rifle, and grab a few other things. But most things are in the Xterra now. And it was time.

As usual, we had to stop at the hardware store. I seem to have lost the pvc glue. Another $4.00 but it was worth it. The last just must simply have rolled out of the vehicle or I hid it well when I brought it in. He always buys soda, though I do not think he keeps any at his place. It is a dessert for when he goes out. He also wanted to look at vices. He does his own gun smithing and a few other things.

After that, it was a short ride to the range. He has been working on his .45 a piece or two at a time. It is coming together nicely. So for, no boom! He has one more piece coming. One of the new pieces does not fit well. He had to buy a piece to make that piece fit rightly. It is fun to shoot, it is becoming more accurate, and he is getting other desired results. One piece at a time.

My .22 rifle is getting better too. I started off quite a bit off the target. With the target stand now standing more often than not, I am able to see. I had to adjust the scope quite a bit, up and to the left, several times. I was doing this at 70 yards and shooting at a 25 yard pistol target. But it the 70 yard mark was in the shade and I was already getting a bit to hot to search for the 100 yard small rifle targets and then make even another trip to the target stand. In any case, I was getting the rifle to shoot just about on, maybe a little high, by the time it came to go. I emptied several magazines at the stand at 25 yards, where obviously it will shoot a little high. We have to shoot 15 of 30 rounds into a 2 to 3 inch target to qualify for our hunter's permit. This rifle will do it, probably quite well once I finish sighting it in, but it is so heavy. I bet the thing weighs 10 to 12 pounds, even with the short barrel.

I am not sure, at this point, whether to get another .22 rifle. I would like a bolt action, but no place seems to have what I want in that. And, I cannot seem to find my purchase permit and I do not want a three week wait, or even to have them just neither accept nor reject and have to refile in a month. I will have to look through my boxes again, and see if I can find it. Perhaps it would be different here, but I just do not trust the federals anymore. They stick their paws in everything they think they can gum up.

On the way back, we had thought about fishing. I stopped and got the live bait. Everywhere we stopped there were dozens of cars, and more people than cars, all fishing. We did find a quieter place, but the fish were inactive anyway. So, after a brief look around and a short valley drive, we headed back. I bought some chicken tonight, then headed home. I was able to eat 4 pieces of chicken! But I had to fudge a bit. Two of the pieces were wings. I have lost my appetite. I am still full to bursting. I suppose it is a good thing, though once in a while I would like to eat a big steak.

Tomorrow, it seems, we will be going fishing. He has limits as to where he can go, so we will have to work around him. If I am still up later tonight, I may end up going to that little place we went to today. Fishing twice a day would bother me not in the least. Other than some more straightening of the cave, I think tonight will probably be a quiet one. We were out quite a while and I was rather active, walking to the target a dozen times, setting it up in the first place, and then not being ready for a long day. I am tired. Maybe no fishing tonight, unless I get an hour of nap or two hours of rest time in first. Maybe not then. But I want to go fishing. Reality trumps want all too often.