Sunday, June 7, 2009

Not Much Time

5:00 a.m. central. Heading back out to shoot many guns on top of a mountain. Good times to ensue.
Full report tomorrow.

Monday Morning Coming Down Update:

Anonymous, in comments, pointed out something important:
"Mountain? There are no mountains in the midwest."
This is true.
You 'ave deduce correctly, my frien'. We 'ave slipped the surly bonds of Illinois and soared like hawks on the wind (only with significantly more turkey sandwiches and yard sales) into the loving arms of the mid-south, which is geographically near the midwest but requires an adjustment of state of mind.
I'll write it all up later (we're still in Tennessee and a hot shower is calling me) but this weekend the boys have done everything from exploring caves with an expert on the paleoindians to finding clovis-pointed flint arrowheads in a field (we found two almost completely intact and one large fragment) to driving a 4x4 "mule" to firing every weapon from our old favorite .22 Ruger to a suppressed Walther P22 to a P90 submachine gun to a shoulder-stocked M203 grenade launcher (with orange marker grenades) to a black powder mortar (yes, Kane fired artillery.)
Amazing friends, amazing food, amazing places, great experiences. We're all completely weary, and I think Kane had mild heat exhaustion yesterday, but life is good.

My only regret is that it looks like Smoky Mountain Knife Works is too far away to hit on the way home today. It would double the trip home, and I'm just not up for it. Once again the SMKW showroom eludes me . . . but my day will come.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Mountain? There are no mountains in the midwest.

Don Gwinn said...

You 'ave deduce correctly, my frien'. We 'ave slipped the surly bonds of Illinois and soared like hawks on the wind (only with significantly more turkey sandwiches and yard sales) into the loving arms of the mid-south, which is geographically near the midwest but requires an adjustment of state of mind.
I'll write it all up later (we're still in Tennessee and a hot shower is calling me) but this weekend the boys have done everything from exploring caves with an expert on the paleoindians to finding clovis-pointed flint arrowheads in a field (we found two almost completely intact and one large fragment) to driving a 4x4 "mule" to firing every weapon from our old favorite .22 Ruger to a suppressed Walther P22 to a P90 submachine gun to a shoulder-stocked M203 grenade launcher (with orange marker grenades) to a black powder mortar (yes, Kane fired artillery.)
Amazing friends, amazing food, amazing places, great experiences. We're all completely weary, and I think Kane had mild heat exhaustion yesterday, but life is good.

My only regret is that it looks like Smoky Mountain Knife Works is too far away to hit on the way home today. It would double the trip home, and I'm just not up for it. Once again the SMKW showroom eludes me . . . but my day will come.

Anonymous said...

The next thing you will be telling me is that you have been loaning flowers to school kids at Buckingham Fountain ; )

Don Gwinn said...

That's what I do, son. It's who I am.