A Day At The Range

I was expecting temps to start out in the 20's and eventually creep into the low 40's, but instead got numbers some 15 degrees higher.

Now about the wind. Blowing dust, blinding dust, gritty teeth, wondering if an ultrasonic dip tank might be the ticket for gun cleaning. At one point, one of those "I wanna be a tornado when I grow up" dust devils came over the backstop, and passed directly over the explanation of the upcoming stage. One of the targets was ripped from the stand and came to earth some 400 yards away.

Other than that, a good time was had by all.

Switched the Hi Point back to the Iron sights. With dust and grit in my eyes, groups that were taller than they were wide are now wider than they are tall. The barrel burnishing doesn't seem to have accomplished much. Next up: A trigger job.