SO I went out to the range today... Figured that I would shoot the rocks vs caps target at 25 yards before time ran out and then maybe shoot some fun practice.... I took my younger daughter with me and was really shooting good but it felt like I was being watched. Well, did you ever have a 9yr old girl squeal just as you touch off the shot?
It made me jerk the last shot outta the group! Dang it, I was not happy! (At least that's my story and I sticking to it).
Well, then Sarah yells "Daddy it's taking that jar of stuff that you just mixed up!" The critter was a whole lot quicker'n me. Before I could blink it had the mason jar in its' four fingered hands and tears downrange stopping right in front of the 75 yard target backer. :thumbsup: Well, I learned from my last time out(when I forgot my measure and stuff).... I was trying to shoot outa my bag today but I fumbled around tying to find my measure and powder flask. I did find a couple pre-measured light target loads and dumped one down the pipe - I knew it was my 25 yd target load and figure I'll guess at hold over for 75 yds..... slap the last patched ball in the loading block into the muzzle with the short starter and run her home. Grab my little 4f primer gadget thingy and promptly drop it into a deep mud puddle.... CRAP, now what?! Well, I heard from yunz guys that 3f will work in the pan so I guess I'll see if it works for me. I dump some 3f into the pan, cock 'ol Patience and let one fly and this ugly booger. I guess I was a bit excited 'cuz all I did was throw a ball at it - in my haste, I had a million thoughts flying around my head, but actually aiming was not one of them! I missed him about waist high below his elbow...... OR DID I?
Did I say he was quick? At least I didn't hit the jar it was trying to steal! I dumped another light target charge down the pipe and now realize I ain't got no more lubed patches... You guys say jus' spit on 'em. It was spit or dry patch so I spit, cut at the muzzle, and rammed her home. Now mind you I'm doing stuff here that I never tried before (and under stress to boot), what with the spittin' on patches and using charge powder for priming.... At least this time I took deliberate aim at his big 'ol watermelon head and figure that however much the ball drops with the target load I should still be center mass if I don't jerk the shot or it don't move (again).
You won't believe what it did next - remember I said it was quick? Well, it pulled a move that belonged in the Matrix movie... it held up that jar of juice and used it to block my second ball... honest! Next, it runs back to the 100 yard backer and starts taunting me... yelling stuff in some alien language that still seems vaguely familiar. Well I can't have that, now can I? I up the charge to 90 grains, spit on some more ticking and send two more balls at that big 'ol cranium .... Guess patched round balls are just plum slow where it comes from 'cuz it just moved it's head a couple inches sideways let them sail on past.... (kinda like do when a hockey puck flies past my head. I figure it looks cool to just casually move my noggin at the last second). :youcrazy:
So now I guess it's bit irked at me... I done flung four .54 cal lead balls at it and broke the jar of stuff that it tried to steal..... It made some sort of hand gesture (I edited the hand out of the picture 'cuz I have no idea what it means) and yelled something at me. I typed it into an internet translator as best as I could remember. The rough translation was, "You big fat ugly hybrid! I'll make you pay for this after the invasion!"
So now I'm worried.... Seems like this is the second and third things I've done to p!$$ it off and I don't know what the first one was. I know I'm big, fat, and ugly... but HYBRID? What the heck did it mean by that?