Hank made it in yesterday around noon.....apparently he had called me about an hour so out but I missed his call.
After pleasantries we retired to the back deck, and proceeded to solve all the problems this old world is plagued with, both politically and economically.....so you guys can rest easy now, we got it all figured out.
I am going to teach Hank "Paper Patchin".
I have built a "race" gun in the last six or eight months, and with a little luck we will get to shoot it while Hank is here.
We discussed the ins & outs of the Greenhill Formula, and Hank now believes it's possible the we could teach the Mathematicians, and Ballisticians a thing or two about using Black Powder and shooting Muzzleloaders, but then again, maybe not so much.
The weather has changed dramatically here in the past couple of days, and that is a good thing.
It has gone from a high well in 90's, to a very pleasant 54 this morning with light rain, with a bit of thunder in the distance.
If we don't get rained out we likely make it to the range, if this "drizzle" continues I can see us spending an afternoon casting, both round ball and conical, so I can get Hank into Paper Patching.....of course he will never use this new found knowledge because he shoots strictly PRB, as most traditionalist do....and that's just great with me too!
We also hope to get both our May and June targets shot while Hank is here and get 'em off to Joe.
Whatever else happens we will most certainly get to do some shooting, whether testing guns, or shooting our targets, we will be shooting.
After today Hank and I will be left on our own, the rest of the family are running away from home...
Actually their trip to the "other side of the Mountain" has been planned for some time, as one of the great grandbabies has their first birthday, and I have to assume that such things are very important to moms, grandmothers, aunts and uncles....I somehow don't get the importance of all the commotion, so I just keep my mouth shut and stay out of everyone's way while looking forward to that time alone.
Uncle Russ...
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