I did something, then I moved some 80-90 lb. cement blocks, then I moved some dirt, then I done something else, then fell asleep in a chair out under the crab apple tree.
I think the sunburn forming on my tonsils woke me up, or maybe it was the big fat Laprador trying to knock me over.
then I mixed up some dirt in the flower box out front before calling it good for the day.
Getting ready for my annual .22 silhouette shoot. I always think this year will be easier. Then I end up yelling to my wife that I'm never hosting a shoot again. Then I start planning what needs to be done for the cast bullet shoot next month.
Here at Thorn Hollow we are still free enough to have a burn barrel. Ours has been located in the same spot since 2003 and sits atop 4 concrete silo staves. I added a gravel path to the new syrup cooking roof that happens to line up with the 80, 160, and 210 yard rails. The barrel is too close to the gravel for mowing purposes. So I'll move it, right? Very minor project that should take but a couple minutes.
First just roll the 55 gallon barrel off the staves into the driveway, pick up the staves, put them in the driveway, and finish mowing that spot. Next, go in the shed and get the Bachtold Fence Row King, (think DR high wheel brush mower), and mow a new spot in some rough land a few yards away. Darn, I'm going to need to put a gravel pad under and around the burn barrel to mitigate the chances of a grass fire. Okay, just take the forks off the Kubota, put the bucket on, scoop three buckets of gravel, deposit it in the new location, grade it out with the edge of the bucket. Now put the silo staves in the bucket to move to the new spot. Unlike fiver I only have to pick up the concrete staves to realize that carrying 4 of them the 15 or so steps to the new spot will result in chiropractic fees being paid. I put 2 in the bucket and moved them to the new pad and positioned them parallel to the front lip of the bucket. Next loaded the remaining two and in a moment of energy conservation, picked up the barrel, (which only has about a foot of ash in the bottom), and stand it atop the two staves that are sitting perpendicular to the axis of the bucket. Get back on the tractor, gingerly raise the loader and the barrel falls off. The resultant cloud of smelly ash mostly drifts away from me, mostly. Minor profanity mumbled, get off the tractor and reload the barrel. Yup, fell off again. Less mumbling, more volume, more creativity. Finally, the last two staves and the barrel are properly installed.
Well shoot, I really will need to put the forks back on the Kubota to move the target rails for the ancillary Boy's Rifle Match. So off with the bucket, back on with the forks. Why oh why won't the final pin go into the hole to attach the forks without lifting the weight of the forks and their frame with one hand while tapping the pin with a ball pein hammer with the other. Why oh why do you have to not quite gently hit the middle and ring finger of your left hand, (the one swinging the hammer), against the forks head stock?
Perhaps just a bit of enlightenment about the Boy's Rifle Match. One of my rules about the .22 silhouette shoot is that all participants must dress in clothing appropriate to 1870 to 1939. I don't care what station in life you wish to dress as, I have told my shooters that anything from cowboy to Oh Brother Where Art Thou would be welcome. I have one guy that does a credible job of dressing as George Maledon, right down to the beard. Anyway, once we started allowing early twentieth century dress a couple guys showed up wearing "News Boy" wool caps. And the next thing you know we are scrounging up Stevens Crack Shots, Favorites, and Marksmen. Remington Model 6 and and #4's, Hamiltons, on and on. The targets are the same silhouettes we shoot at 50, 100, 150, and 200 yards only now we place them at 12 1/2, 25, 37 1/2, and 50 yards in 4 banks of 5 and shoot them with CCI CB shorts or longs. You are not allowed to adjust your sights, and the rainbow trajectory of a 29 grain bullet at 710 fps forces the shooters to hold under up close and over at 50. We only shoot off hand, and the sight of big men hunched over these diminutive rifles is amusing. Big goofy boys. Finding a decent Boy's Rifle without a roached bore or a sloppy action is a challenge and some relined bores are making their way to the line. Recently a friend went to a gun show and found a Uberti replica Remington #4 rolling block that is just gorgeous. He bought it but was worried I wouldn't allow it to compete against the originals. What do we care? There are no prizes, we hardly keep track of score. Mostly we admire the new acquisitions, laugh, shoot miss, shoot and hit, bitch about finding CB longs and wonder how long our stashes will last.