Everybody is at the Fryeburg Fair this week (Google it, you'll be impressed), including my shooting buddy who is running the midway. I hate crowds though the food is worth the trip at least once every few years, and the livestock makes me miss farming. His wife can't stand me or I'd be at their farm shooting anyway. I'm private range spoiled, I admit it, but I am sick of public ranges, especially this time of year. Too many dangerous idiots to be watching out for all there at once. Maybe I should just go and set up with my tool kit and charge them for mounting scopes and teaching them how to sight in their deer rifles. Then again, maybe not. I'm not as patient as I used to be, and I was never all that patient with adults to begin with. I have never suffered a fool easily, and armed fools just complicates things.
Tell me some stories, boys, I need some vicarious trigger time.