Okay, so I stole the title from Kit. The first time I saw it over at her page, I thought it was the cutest thing ever.
The relevance for me is this: I haven't had a lot of shooty goodness in my life lately.
"But Tam!" you say "You work at an indoor firing range for gawd's sake!"
Yes. Yes I do. Shoemaker's children and all that. The realization dawned on me yesterday morning that I hadn't pulled a trigger in months. Well, to be more accurate, I hadn't pulled a trigger for fun in months. All the shooting I've done in at least two months (maybe longer) has been either checking that a customer's gun is shooting to point of aim, or doing rapid-fire mag dumps from rental guns to demonstrate that our rental gun is working just fine, thank you, as long as you don't limp-wrist the darn thing.
So, yesterday morning I went in thirty minutes earlier than usual, and I took my little S&W Model 34 to the range with me. It's an itty-bitty little 1957-vintage .22 on Smith's "Improved I-frame" with a 2" barrel and adjustable sights. It makes a swell trainer gun for a fighting J-frame, but it also provides for an enjoyable quiet time alone at the range. I did something I normally don't do, which is firing a S&W wheelgun single action, and spent some time just concentrating on the abbreviated sight radius in deliberate slow fire. It was amazing how much that cleared my head and left me all charged up for the day. (That little gun shoots like a house afire, too...)
I should do it more often. :)