I may not be athletic, but I am not a sissy when it comes to being open to something new.
I had lunch today with my one of favorite visiting tourists at Jimmy's Restaurant.
Then we had a date with Zombie Jimmy...
... at Illinois Gun Works.
A big ol' smoocheroo to my favorite Norwegian from the North Woods for gun safety orientation and range instruction. I made him proud by: 1) not doing anything stupid; 2) striking exactly where I was aiming; and, 3) stopping ol' Zombie Jimmy dead in his tracks. Weapon of choice? 9 mm Walther PPQ.
Now I need more practice, damn it.
Cross-posted on the Omnibus.