It's 0500 here and we JUST stumbled off the bus from the range.
Tired, sore, hungry...
Maybe something after I've had a nap.
I'll note that shooting a Mk 46 with a FLIR thermal imaging sight at toastily illuminated targets when it's darker than three feet up a well-digger's butt is tons o' fun.
Also, protip: Midnight 3-Gun Invitational is... er... something of a challenging intro to 3-Gun, which is a fancy way of saying that thus far, I'm sucking pond water.
Now I'm taking my too-small boots off and putting my weary dogs in the tub and then bed.