Playing shoot 'em up games

It rained yesterday and instead of riding in the rain, I went to the shooting range with HR. He shot his big ole muzzle loader and I played with my personal gun: .380 Micro Desert Eagle. Handy little thing with big bang! 

HR said that I gave my guy a nice slow painful death and probably really ticked him off. Mission accomplished. That shot above the red circle is HR's. Everything else is mine. First time shooting with this gun, so not bad. All shots taken at 10 and 20 yards.

HR and his big puff of smoke. He was shooting his gun at 50, 100 and 200 yards! He ended up scoping himself though and now is sporting a butterfly bandage on his brow. I did take a pic of the blood and the gore on his face, but he erased it before I could post it. Darn digital technology! 

New chick!

Meet Ms. Spur!

Ms. Spur arrived last night from Lane, S.C., where HR's granddaddy lives and keeps thousands of chickens. They are game chickens, and Ms. Spur is about as wild as they come. 

She is 6 weeks old and named after the Carolina Gamecock's rooster Sir Big Spur:

Anyway, she is undergoing socialization for the next few weeks and then she'll get to join her sisters Rose and Dorothy once she's a little more ... tame.