This is for you, Gun buddy.
Firearms exam.
Written: 98% (49/50 questions)
Practical: 98%
Hunter Exam: 68/70 questions. I think it works out to about 98%
Next month we'll hope to have enough people rounded up who want to take the restricted firearms course to run one. Then I'll apply for my licence.
The other day, when mom came to pick me up form the course, she told me it looked like my buddy's widow was having a yard sale. So we went over.
I should have known she wouldn't let me pay her for anything I wanted.
She even took me down to the basement to take a fishing rod from his personal collection rather than the ones he had out in the grage for when he had yard sales. I can't wait to use it.
The other thing I picked up was the artillery shell that doubles as a waste basket. He told me about those once a long time ago. I think he was worried one still had a primer in it.
I don't know what's happening to his guns. But I find myself still hoping I'll get my first firearm from him.
I feel like I've been grasping for mementos. Taking extra pride in everything I got from him. Also hoping that my dad still has my grandpa's old shotgun.
Yeah, a psychiatrist would have some fun with me. I know that's not something you want to hear from someone who just passed their exam to own firearms.
But I mean there's alot left unresolved in my mind.
I wish i could have spent(more) time with my Grandfathers, I wish I still had my buddy to fill that role. Though he one-upped me in the end, his wife said he loved me like a son. I wish I could have said goodbye to all of them.
Same ol' same ol' I'm sure.
The restricted firearms licence opens several job opportunities up for me. I could become a customs officer, or one of the guys who goes around and collects large bank deposits in an armored car... But I can't drive.
Meh, we'll see who'd be interested in a lone gun.
... And now for something completely different.
I don't recall being quite so turned on by the G.I.Joes of my youth.
1/6 scale model of my ideal girlfriend. Creepy huh?
I'ma turn her into my little zombie huntress. Gotta give her the Mad Max treatment.
So no ride for camping. My buddy who was was gonna drive and provide a canoe remembered he was gonna be in ottawa that day.
Luckily there's still a week and a half to plan....
Hey, anybody wanna drive over here with a canoe. Then drive out to me dad's place and go camping on an island?
Well I think that's about all that's happening. Just drooling over guns as I decide what I want to buy first.
I may be lucky enough to buy my first gun and fire my first shot from it.... That's right, I've never fired a gun before.
I should have taken one of my free weekends to go out with me buddy to do that. It would have meant alot to both of us, I think.
That's the end of me for tonight. Might try to actually go to bed at a decent hour... Meh.
Firearms exam.
Written: 98% (49/50 questions)
Practical: 98%
Hunter Exam: 68/70 questions. I think it works out to about 98%
Next month we'll hope to have enough people rounded up who want to take the restricted firearms course to run one. Then I'll apply for my licence.
The other day, when mom came to pick me up form the course, she told me it looked like my buddy's widow was having a yard sale. So we went over.
I should have known she wouldn't let me pay her for anything I wanted.
She even took me down to the basement to take a fishing rod from his personal collection rather than the ones he had out in the grage for when he had yard sales. I can't wait to use it.
The other thing I picked up was the artillery shell that doubles as a waste basket. He told me about those once a long time ago. I think he was worried one still had a primer in it.
I don't know what's happening to his guns. But I find myself still hoping I'll get my first firearm from him.
I feel like I've been grasping for mementos. Taking extra pride in everything I got from him. Also hoping that my dad still has my grandpa's old shotgun.
Yeah, a psychiatrist would have some fun with me. I know that's not something you want to hear from someone who just passed their exam to own firearms.
But I mean there's alot left unresolved in my mind.
I wish i could have spent(more) time with my Grandfathers, I wish I still had my buddy to fill that role. Though he one-upped me in the end, his wife said he loved me like a son. I wish I could have said goodbye to all of them.
Same ol' same ol' I'm sure.
The restricted firearms licence opens several job opportunities up for me. I could become a customs officer, or one of the guys who goes around and collects large bank deposits in an armored car... But I can't drive.
Meh, we'll see who'd be interested in a lone gun.
... And now for something completely different.
I don't recall being quite so turned on by the G.I.Joes of my youth.
1/6 scale model of my ideal girlfriend. Creepy huh?
I'ma turn her into my little zombie huntress. Gotta give her the Mad Max treatment.
So no ride for camping. My buddy who was was gonna drive and provide a canoe remembered he was gonna be in ottawa that day.
Luckily there's still a week and a half to plan....
Hey, anybody wanna drive over here with a canoe. Then drive out to me dad's place and go camping on an island?
Well I think that's about all that's happening. Just drooling over guns as I decide what I want to buy first.
I may be lucky enough to buy my first gun and fire my first shot from it.... That's right, I've never fired a gun before.
I should have taken one of my free weekends to go out with me buddy to do that. It would have meant alot to both of us, I think.
That's the end of me for tonight. Might try to actually go to bed at a decent hour... Meh.
I'm not a big fan of the P90. But I'll look around. I haven't looked at the 1/6th stuff for a while due to $ issues. But, I do have a better job now.