Bacon, Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, Explosives

Bill reminded me of a picture from 2009 that is also quite nice.

The fireball was large. You’re welcome. I’m the scale on the right-hand-side.

The fireball made me tear up: a dirt clod hit me right on the nose. Video later.

Joe and I prepped 800 rounds for the rifle we use for press.

Under 30 rounds were fired in something like 4 hours of trigger time.

They still connected with targets at 400+ yards; the third shot was a hit for one that had never fired a rifle at something that far away before.

Good times.

Less-than-good times involved having to get between two sets of people that no longer get along; I wonder if stress caused by this argument is the source of my gastric distress this weekend.

Regardless, the river is rushing by my balcony and I can’t get back to sleep; maybe time to clean another rifle? It’s been great seeing two of my three kids this weekend, which makes all the hassle worth it.

The south fork of the Clearwater is at flood stage; it’s also right outside my balcony. Hopefully the hotel is still here when we come back tonight.

Less than 24 hours before I hit the road, I picked up some gut bug that’s making today miserable. Hopefully Mr Immune System manages to kill whatever it is, soon.

Cutting the last of the badges tonight. After some light sanding on the edges, they’re ready to go.

I should talk to Joe about adding this to the kickoff.