Showing posts with label plinking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plinking. Show all posts

Friday, December 07, 2007

Ready, Aim ... Duck

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Yes, I know, I'm throwing everyone off with a post so soon after the last one. Thing is, I heard Mark laughing as we checked our e-mails and I had to investigate. He had been watching a video clip of a guy "Watch this" moment which I couldn't resist posting right now while I am still chuckling. It made my morning.

This all ties in with the plinking fest which occurred when Red and Sally were here. I think I probably never got around to elaborating on why there was such a disincentive to hitting the bullseye in the homemade target that Mark had set up just before their arrival.
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Here is the infamous impromptu range target. This happened to be the top off an old 55 gallon oil drum which Mark found in the junk pile across the road. If you look closely, it has a very nice and heavy cast iron plug in the center. Being older and wiser than most, they all decided that hitting this plug square-on was a sure invitation to our ol' Irish friend, Rick O'Shea, to come visit. He was a welcome walk-in to every old Western movie but just not someone we wanted to deal with.

Now go see "We're not doing THAT again".
It's classic guy stuff at its best and it will explain a lot without any need for further in depth analysis on my part. Okay, so maybe the caliber they were using wasn't quite .50BMG but the principle is the same.

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