This is an old blog post from last summer that I never got around to publishing. I publish posts like these with the tag 'Deleted Scenes' [don't ask me why...I don't know]. Point is that it helps you understand what my home is like and why it is so hard to be where we are right now.Spent some time spotting for Julian on the top deck of the Gun Range this afternoon. Spotting is kinda dull - you're there for what seems like hours looking through a scope at some target far off on the horizon. He'll nail floating pieces of trash at 400 yards - normally snipers do this from a stationary position but he does it from on top of a rolling boat. He says it takes a special technique to time the roll with the shot, along with everything else you do to control your shooting. Anyway - after it was all said and done, he let me take a few shots with this heavy rifle he brought. It was a Weatherby 300, he said. I took a picture of the shell casing and I wanted to show you - it's the left-most one. The middle one is a .308 and the one on the right is a .223. But here's the weird part:
Working at the Gun Range gives you a lot of contact with guns (surprise, surprise) and you absorb a lot of knowledge just hanging around watching guys plink cans all day. So, I figured that the .308 round was the same as the 7.62mm rounds I've seen guys fire out of semi-auto AK-47s and other stuff (Miguel owns a PKM but he keeps that under lock and key - another long story). I told Julian that it was an AK round and got a very pointed lecture about the subtle differences between a .308 and a 7.62mm round. He even made me go look it up!
I complained to Miguel but all he said was: "Next time, keep your mouth shut." Not my best day at the Gun Range.
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