Alas, only 92 bullseyes, but still!

Actually, the rental SIG 22mm they gave me had one of those red dot thingies for aiming, and it needed adjusting because I guess it’s a really popular gun over there, so you can see that almost everything is over to the right this time.

But the 22mm was so much easier on my whole body!! I was able to shoot a lot faster today.

And what was very interesting today — I wasn’t really thinking that much about my birth father, instead, guess who kept popping up? And with which song??

My great-great-great-etc.,-etc. grandfather John May, who fought in the Revolutionary War! And even though this song is not about that war, it’s still kinda interesting, right? Especially since only the chorus would start playing in my head whenever I could feel him around (“Battle of New Orleans”):

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

What I thought was really interesting, though…

After I was all done at the range for the day, I stopped in at the Dollar Store. For no particular reason. I just like that specific store and I felt like stopping in. (And I actually didn’t buy anything.)

I wasn’t in there one minute when this song came over the sound system. This is the song I sing to myself whenever I’m thinking about the shooting range. I haven’t actually heard it in years. So how incredible is that, gang? It felt like ALL of my ancestors were in the Dollar Store with me. Most of them fought (some died) in various US wars.

I stayed in the store long enough to hear the whole song, because I figured that was the only reason I was drawn in there.

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Okay! I gotta get to work here! See ya!