Fiancee is going to kill me.
My fiancee is going to kill me. I know this, and I accept it. :dead:
I went to the outdoor rifle range with a friend today, and we spent some time trying to sight our .22 rifles in at 100yds. That went alright; my rifle is garbage without a scope (that's one strike with the fiancee- 'I need a scope for my rifle'-not gonna go over well), and his is great with just iron-sights.
Spent a little time with our handguns, my 24/7 and his 1911. Loads of fun, and I came home with almost as much brass as I left with.
Then came the really fun stuff; we pulled out my 12ga, and his AK (strike two- I touched an AK and now I HAVE to have one). So... he thought the shotgun was awesome. But I love the AK. I now need one; badly. My right shoulder is bruised rather nicely, and I can't wait until I can convince her that I should get one for myself.