Well, as fun as it SOUNDED like it was gonna be, no real joy. I had a solid head wind coming right into my face which made every single shot at that distance squirrely as hell. To make matters worse, I was 3 rounds into my first 10 and my wife calls, she's locked out.
I say great, I have to rush now.
Finish that 10 frustrated now and start my next volley - 4 rounds in, still trying to figure out the damn wind and "ring ring" - "don't worry about us honey, we're just playing outside so no rush"....
Now I'm thinkin "yea right, that's girl speak for "quit playing and get me into the damn house", so here I am wasting another 10 with maybe 3 hits.
Start on my 3rd set of 10, 2 rounds in and "ring ring", "I got in Honey so we're all set, enjoy yourself and I'll see you when you get home"....
Fighting the urge to turn the damn gun on mySELF at that point, I got another couple of hits and the wind is just blowing everything everywhere.
Load up my last 10 good slugs and wind be damned I nailed it for another 5 and then was out of the good stuff.
My shooting partner had brought a couple of punkins so we set one at 25 and another at 75 and then placed my little center piece of steel at 75 (still without ever having been touched but 14 or 15 hits all around it) and then blasted 50 low recoils and at least got some steam out from between my ears before I went home...
And that's that. Wind, distractions and not enough hits in a row to really do a video justice unless I cheated and started splicing but ya know, that just wouldn't be very joyful. Plus I went to church this morning so not really very christian either...
Hits were pretty easy to count since someone had just painted the gong a few days before I got there...