  In this corner Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable... life, and all that surrounds it. I may very well have been wrong about Scooter and Diamond's intentions, and the coming around that Diamond has had over the past 10 days aren't some scheme to trick me, and Scooter really has resigned himself to the fact that she and I are not separating. Still, though, I sleep with one eye open. We went shooting yesterday afternoon, after VJ's luau party thingy, which was a load of fun.
Mostly I just sat around snacking and talking, but we did play frisbee for a little while. I used to be able to catch a frisbee under my leg, but I'm out of practice. Scooter came, as he had been invited, but he only stayed for about an hour, and that only after we chatted and coerced him for two hours. He was really distressed and probably peeved at me and the way I'd been acting lately, and seemed like he didn't want to have much to do with me, even after apologies and forgiveness and the shaking of hands and making up. Anyways, we stayed another hour and a half, maybe two hours, I forget now, but when we left, we decided that we'd run by his place once more and invite him out again if he wanted - no pressure this time.
Amazingly, he accepted, and we went out to the range. He's not too good with a pistol, but for crying out loud, it's the first time he's ever shot one. I think the sights on the 1911 are a bit off, as today was the first time I'd shot with it, and I could barely hit anything.
We played with the 16 gauge a bit, and it's much easier to handle with a recoil pad! Fired the Mauser a bit, and I was going to try and sight it in, but I forgot targets, and the cardboard we found already had a gazillion holes in it, so tracking was pretty much out of the question. Pulled the pistols out again and shot cans and whatnot off the broken benchrest. Diamond got one right at the bottom and it was great fun watching it arc some 10 feet into the air.
I had another shell in my pocket, and decided to have a bit of fun - set up the cans and gatorade bottles and took two out at a time. Set them up again and loaded a full magazine, and tried again, but I got the same two. No problem - rack the pump and right side, left side.. man that was fun. Diamond decided she wanted to try, but instead of a line, we piled them all together, and watching everything get knocked off and ripped apart was hilarious.
Scooter tried it once or twice, same way with the "targets", and it couldn't have been planned any more perfect. A perfect arc of targets and 10, 11, 1 and 2 o'clock, all going about the same height no less. No coffee for us that day, but nonetheless, it was great fun had by all. 
