This morning's trip to the range was for a bit of practice for a upcoming USPSA Single Stack match. Full auto weapons chattering on the knoll while my buddy and I were working some of the rust off our game.

While we were engaging paper and steel, the fellas with the cool toys were covering our six. Ah, the sound of freedom...

Pretty sure I heard a friends 1919 chewing up ammo while a semi auto .50 cal was slapping rock formations. A considerable boom from a large cache of tannerite rolled like thunder down the canyon. This brought out a visit from the county mountie 'merica: twinkies and snowflakes can leave her with my blessing. Have a great day you all