I’m 64, gettin’ a bit stiff & tender around the shoulder, but that ‘magic’ Big Boy just keeps driving my car out to the range, a MAKING me run a couple of hundred through it!
Takes a few days for the Big Boy to get over the soreness in it’s butt- plate caused by my shoulder poundin’ on it at the range, but sure as shootin’, before I know it, there we go back to the ‘playground’ again!
I do believe that you good folk making them so handsome, and so downright fun to be with just encourages that Boy’s natural neighborly personality to bubble out, and he spends all afternoon visiting with, and talking with all who show up! It makes me grin, though, that when he starts conversing with the whole crowd, he becomes a real attention- getter. They all kinda relax real quiet-like, and listen to the Boy make sweet music ’till his butt-plate is too sore to go on!
We have noticed that a few of his Smaller Brethren are out enjoying the coming Spring, and occasionally another Biggie will grace us for an afternoon. Y’know, there surely are a lotsa content Boys out, lately, and from all the smiling faces, I would think there’s a lot of VERY content owners, too!
We eased back over to Fort Ambrose earlier, to insure that Jerry’s outpost wasn’t overwhelmed by the dreaded Black Circle riders, and the Boy surely did break a lot of hearts! One poor pilgrim showed up at the fracas with a VERY overpriced “Northern Mediterranean” knock-off! ( no offence A. I. )!! It was pitiful to see a grown fella go through all the five stages of grief in 60 seconds!
The Boy said we should show ‘em mercy, but I could tell he was favoring that butt-plate. Even as exhausted as the Boy was, he insisted on his “quality time”! That special bond that there is between a class firearm and a shooter! So I read him a bit, and shared a cup while he dozed and rested that backside!
You know, life can be sweet when ya get it right!
Thanks from me ( and the Boy )