A tumbleweed rolled down the street

and a man stood facing his destiny…a table with 5 bowling pins. As a haunting spanish horn played mournfully in the background, wailing the notes of desperation and anguish into the hot Indiana morning, the man waited…and waited.

Crisp and clear, like a bird singing its morning song, a whistle rang out – the man, his destiny…and the pins were for a brief moment a whirlwind of gunfire and steel, flame and brass. And then all was quiet again.

All melodrama aside, this weekend’s bowling pin match at Marion County Fish & Game was great. Shot the always fantastic Glock 24 again, and as you can see from the video the 180 grain bullets from a .40 S&W seem to be more than adequate to get pins moving off the table provided I get good hits on pins.

Also rounding out the awesomeness of the weekend was the fact that blogger Brigid of Mausers and Muffins was in attendance – it’s always great to hang out with bloggers, especially cool ones like her. She and another shooter were kind enough to get some photos of me shooting, which came out really well.

I really like this picture – the action on the gun is opened up, the brass is in the air and thanks to excellent photography, it actually looks like I know what I’m doing.

Don’t worry, my eyes aren’t closed, just the right eye. I still haven’t taught myself to shoot action with both eyes open.

Here are the other two pictures.

Another one with brass in the air, and the .40 in recoil.

I love the smoke coming out of the gun.

I just think it looks neato.


This last one is my wife’s favorite picture from the bunch.

Once again, I had a great time shooting pins at Marion County Fish and Game. The guys there not only run a fun match, but it’s a safe match as well. When you really get down to brass tacks, that’s what really matters is that everyone there is having fun and is staying safe about it.

Update: To the guy who asked why I’m wearing a t-shirt with a peace sign on it, what you can’t see in the video is that it says “peace through superior firepower”.

2 thoughts on “A tumbleweed rolled down the street”

  1. Not really, no – I’ve been running handguns like that since I was shooting for the Coast Guard. I tried it once, but my hand went right back to where muscle memory said it belonged.

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