OK, so I might have jumped the gun (no pun intended, I swear) on Buy a Gun Day by five days. But, it was with good reason. Yesterday was our eighth wedding anniversary (God bless the woman who can put up with my crap for more than six months, let alone eight years, eh?).
Anyway, looking at this chart that shows what gifts to buy one another on each anniversary, I saw that the fifth anniversary calls for wood, and the eleventh, steel.
I split the difference, and went with both.
Those of you who have met The Mrs. know she's all of five feet tall with shoes on. This rifle fits her like the proverbial glove. And, for those days when you're the only one at the range, because it's barely above freezing outside, and the ground is covered with a pleasant combination of crusty snow and deep mud, this rifle is just the ticket for use while wearing a heavy winter jacket.
Yeah, yeah, enough of that. "How'd she do?", you ask.
Find out at No Looking Backwards.
Anyway, looking at this chart that shows what gifts to buy one another on each anniversary, I saw that the fifth anniversary calls for wood, and the eleventh, steel.
I split the difference, and went with both.
Those of you who have met The Mrs. know she's all of five feet tall with shoes on. This rifle fits her like the proverbial glove. And, for those days when you're the only one at the range, because it's barely above freezing outside, and the ground is covered with a pleasant combination of crusty snow and deep mud, this rifle is just the ticket for use while wearing a heavy winter jacket.
Yeah, yeah, enough of that. "How'd she do?", you ask.
Find out at No Looking Backwards.
