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It’s Fall in Morgantown and that  means Mountaineer Football! Usually this is a good, fun, exciting thing. But lately, the best part of the WVU games is The Pride of the Mountaineers. True, you never get let down by the band, but that’s not really what we bought season tickets, that’s for sure. It’s just an additional benefit.  None-the-less, Chad has been able to muster some pre-game excitement during the season since we sit with some awesome people.

So in sum, for me this football season has been mostly about:

1. Food – I like food and I LOVE me some good tailgating food.

2. Drink -  No real need for explanation here, it is WVU

3. The Pride – Yay for the band!

4. Friends

5. Football – yes, they still do play, just not so well.

Still we have had great, sunny and downright hot weather for several of the games. And that means really good pictures even if I’m just randomly holding the camera up and shooting.

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It’s nice to have friends who have fun hobbies. And it’s even nicer when those friends share the wealth. Ah, it was a nice and happy warm (ok, Hot…it was HOT) September Sunday when we met up with Keith and headed out to the Pedlar WMA shooting range. The official purpose of course was to improve my aim and actually try to hit the target with my ACP.

But who am I to turn down a chance to improve my aim with the AR-15 as well? Really, it’s all about expanding my horizons and improving my aim on different types of guns. It’s a matter of practicality you know. Plus I like the very satisfying “whump” from this particular gun. It’s fun…”whump, whump, whump” and I totally dig shooting at the plastic bottles, which I seem to be able to hit much better than an 8.5″ x 11″ piece of paper. Go figure.

Of course Chad took the opportunity to show me up, as usual. I think perhaps he has special shooting contacts that he wears because I swear I can’t even tell if I am hitting the target. Unless I dig out the binoculars which I constantly forget to take with us.   But that’s ok, because eventually Mr. Smartypants had a little bit of an issue with the AR-15 as you can see. It makes it rather difficult to actually aim, let alone shoot when it’s sort of….well…bent in half. The good news was that our friend Keith is used to us making things cease to work and came prepared. At least I can take some satisfaction in knowing it wasn’t me this time around. Yay for small miracles.

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I have a gun – my great Uncle Frank’s Colt 1911. What I don’t have is a lot of practice under my belt. This is a bit hard to achieve since I’m still in the “needs supervision” stage of shooting. There are a limited number of people we know who are A) capable of supervising and B) willing to supervise – the latter being rather important. Most of you know me, and you know how I get when I’m overstimulated. And trust me, I get WAY overstimulated at the range. Oh boy do I ever. Especially when the person(s) in charge of supervision brings big guns that go boom.  So, in order to outgrow the “Needs Supervision” stage I have to practice, right? Well happy day for me, because this morning we had a volunteer that fit the bill of both A & B.

Chad and I headed out to meet up with our friend Keith (who just happens to have several very fun guns to shoot). After a quick schmuffin & schmagel we headed out to Pedlar WMA Shooting Range hoping to beat the crowd of annoying (read = seriously annoying and possibly stupid) people who would show up later.

My main goal was to get comfortable with my gun and actually be able to hit the target. It’s heavy, it kicks and last time it bit me.  Sometimes I think that I’d have a better chance of defending myself by throwing the gun than shooting it. Which is to say, I might as well carry a big rock with me (no, I don’t carry it. I haven’t gotten that far yet.)

While it was good to get the much needed practice with my gun in -  and I totally rocked that cardboard box by the way – it was way too much fun for Chad and I to shoot Keith’s AR-15. Too…much….fun….oh….my….goodness…. uh, what was I typing…oh yeah, right, right. Especially at 100 yards (or however far it was…so far I let the guys go out and retrieve the targets afterwards. I’m no dummy).

We ran through a good amount of ammo, a plastic water bottle, some clay targets (mostly fail for me) and some paper targets. Not to mention the cardboard box – you know, the one I totally rocked. It was a good morning! Enjoy.

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Football finally returned to Morgantown on a blazing hot day. A 3:30 start meant one thing….double the tailgate! And we all know what that means….no coherent story line here. Just enjoy the pics. I took more than I realized.

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