SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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A friend of mine decided it was time for some mroe training on my part. He called me last night and set things up with me.
Now I have to say a couple of things about dave.
Dave is a hard charger. he joined the Army at 18 and went Airborne Rangers. After he got out he knocked around a bit then went back into the service. He went Navy and then into the S.E.A.L.s. When he got out that time he went into law enforcement.
Dave and I get along just fine. We do a lot of diving together and spend quite a bit of time on the range. In his free time he helps train local S.W.A.T. Teams in things like Dynamic Entry.
Dave picked me up at my place at 0500 this moring and greeted me with a flask of tequila. I groaned knowing what was in store for me. A day of Stress and Impaired Shooting.
After a couple or three drinks while loading magazines we left his place to go to his personal range. I was feeling the tequila Doubles as he climbed into his ATV and smiled at me. Oh crap.
He took off and I followed on foot while packing a full rig. My belt with my handgun and ten ten round magazines. A day pack filled with another ten magazines as well as several boxes of ammo, water and a bottle of Tequila. It was three miles to the range and needless to say Dave beat me there. He didn't give me a chance to catch my breath, instead he gave me a single and then had me hit the range as he started hitting the pop ups.
This went on all morning. Hit the range for several magazines worth of shooting then a short break. The break was taken up with such things as Push Ups, Sit Ups, Running and of course drinking. Then it was back to the shooting.
Dave is a maaster of this. He kept me stressed and he kept me at the point of a nice buzz. His way of rewarding a missed shot was a heavy hand to the side of the head. I didn't miss very often.
We did this for six painful hours. From 0600 until 1200. I lost count of the number of rounds I sent downrange.
At noon it was back to his place were dave fed me a meal of nearly raw steak and then shoved me into bed for a few hours of sleep.
At 1700 he dragged me out of bed and fed me again, more raw meat seasoned with Cajun Seasoning. Only after I had eaten did he drive me home.
My wife just shook her head when I staggered in still half buzzed.
My hand gun is cleaned and stored away. My clothes are in the wash and my boots are on the patio drying. I'm sore and tired but I feel good. Dave showed me his score sheet and I missed less than one in a hundred shots. Most of my ronds were in the ten ring and only five were off target. Not bad for being half in the bag.
Then again I do this once every two months.
Cat
Now I have to say a couple of things about dave.
Dave is a hard charger. he joined the Army at 18 and went Airborne Rangers. After he got out he knocked around a bit then went back into the service. He went Navy and then into the S.E.A.L.s. When he got out that time he went into law enforcement.
Dave and I get along just fine. We do a lot of diving together and spend quite a bit of time on the range. In his free time he helps train local S.W.A.T. Teams in things like Dynamic Entry.
Dave picked me up at my place at 0500 this moring and greeted me with a flask of tequila. I groaned knowing what was in store for me. A day of Stress and Impaired Shooting.
After a couple or three drinks while loading magazines we left his place to go to his personal range. I was feeling the tequila Doubles as he climbed into his ATV and smiled at me. Oh crap.
He took off and I followed on foot while packing a full rig. My belt with my handgun and ten ten round magazines. A day pack filled with another ten magazines as well as several boxes of ammo, water and a bottle of Tequila. It was three miles to the range and needless to say Dave beat me there. He didn't give me a chance to catch my breath, instead he gave me a single and then had me hit the range as he started hitting the pop ups.
This went on all morning. Hit the range for several magazines worth of shooting then a short break. The break was taken up with such things as Push Ups, Sit Ups, Running and of course drinking. Then it was back to the shooting.
Dave is a maaster of this. He kept me stressed and he kept me at the point of a nice buzz. His way of rewarding a missed shot was a heavy hand to the side of the head. I didn't miss very often.
We did this for six painful hours. From 0600 until 1200. I lost count of the number of rounds I sent downrange.
At noon it was back to his place were dave fed me a meal of nearly raw steak and then shoved me into bed for a few hours of sleep.
At 1700 he dragged me out of bed and fed me again, more raw meat seasoned with Cajun Seasoning. Only after I had eaten did he drive me home.
My wife just shook her head when I staggered in still half buzzed.
My hand gun is cleaned and stored away. My clothes are in the wash and my boots are on the patio drying. I'm sore and tired but I feel good. Dave showed me his score sheet and I missed less than one in a hundred shots. Most of my ronds were in the ten ring and only five were off target. Not bad for being half in the bag.
Then again I do this once every two months.
Cat