Bad Day At The Range

This Saturday, my dad and I went to the shooting range, which we often do when he and my mom drive up to see the grandparents.

But we should have gone mushroom picking instead.

Not only did I shoot very badly, I came home without one of the guns I went with.

When I was shooting my Smith and Wesson 1911, (the one with the scandium frame, stainless steel slide) the plunger tube flew off and chased one of the rounds down range.

It's on its way back to SW as I type this, and I hear fantastic things about their customer service, so I expect Ill have it back in working order in a couple weeks.

Guns are so much fun when they work right, and so irritating when they don't.