Little Fat Buddy came over today.

All of y'all have one or two.(little fat buddies)

He had some new pieces and wanted to burn some powder.

I have lottsa land and (hopefully) lottsa time so I said: Come Hither.

He came and we burned powder... lottsa powder.

Little guns I will not mention but we shot a brand spanking new Marlin Guide Gun (45-70) and it was as sweet as Tupelo Honey. (Kinda tight but... new.)

Then we got down to the short rows (my rows).

He had a S%W 460 and we shot it until it was hot. Sweet shooter.

#2 son shot it a bit and I told him to get my Alaskan .454 from the "place."

We shot the Alaskan and I must admit it was a handful.

270 Grain loads at ~ 1850+

I told my son: "It won't hurt...... much."

He agreed.

Lottsa fun here in the woods today.

Life is good boys... i wish it was a bit longer.

I gotta go soak my hand.

6

Sounds like you're living right my friend.

Any day spent shooting, sure beats a day at work.

Murphy

Sure does Murphy...

and as you know I haven't "worked" for about 13 years.

I am getting soft and my hands feel it.

Old age has its benefits but they are few.

My gravestone is in the yard and I have told the boys:

"When I am out there in the field behind the house (under the buttercups)... I want to hear those bullets whizzing over my head."

Comforting... in a bumpkin kind of way.

6

Sounds like a great day indeed. Family, friends, firearms -great mix.

Great time with friends and family! Been retired 8 years now and its fun, but age is catching up with me.