The SCSon and I hit the range to score some ePostal targets. He wanted to shoot the Garand as well (Always a good choice). Also, I scored a micro-pistol at a recent FoNRA dinner I needed to try - more on that later.
But... While bending over to pick up brass... RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!
Given the triple digit temps, it was kinda refreshing. Airy! yes, that's the word! Airy.
I pulled my T shirt down and covered the top half of the rip but it still showed more of my tidy-whiteys and leg than I was comfortable with.
The SCSon and I packed up and evac'd to the car. I hung out there with a towel in my lap while the SCSon waited for the cease fire to collect our targets. Glad the SCSon was there to help. The towel in the car would have given me a "grass skirt" option had I needed it, but hiding out was a better course of action.
How odd - I always seem to rip out the seat of my pants. That really puzzles me, since I pretty much don't have a butt.
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No duct-tape? :-) On a hot day the adhesive can be a bit messy I suppose.
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ReplyDeleteHeh.. The SCSon lamented the same. And yes, had we had some, I'd have used it!
We spent some time in Hawaii- and myself further East - so I would go grass skirt, well before the whole "kilt" thing.
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