Lovey planned our date-night this week. We went shooting to RangeMasters and then had
supper at the Art City Trolley in Springville. Lovey was practicing shooting the steel with his 40 Smith & Wesson, which is a fun gun to shoot. I shot the steel a few times with his gun, but I preferred to shoot a .22. I moved over to the lanes and practiced target shooting with a rental .22 (Lovey forgot to bring my gun). I didn't like the gun, and apparently it didn't like me either...
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpg7aAQc_2znnDzNq4y3NO2XzO5youUpDAHjZbf4OVdbhvmWW4bQoOsgnI-ciOEXYzU1YFcE5d4CUD1F5j17S8okYUgI-SOGxOkbKny3ozylAKpd7L0zJlMdDL6BdnZ1rWP1vapNCYXIYy/s200/burn.1.jpg)
...because each round either ejected into my shirt, my neck, my cheek. These are 2 burns that I received from the spent brass. Mean gun!
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