And another month of insanity comes to a timely close, mountains of bullets fired, many a wooden door blown to bits, and all that, with no one entirely too mangled or maimed in the process (+/- a broken hand from an excess of enthusiasm and deficit of aim when using a ram on a contrary door . . .).

Now for some much deserved rest and relaxation . . . or, another multi-week bullet firing festival. Seems that option two is the preferred route, for better or for worse (I'm going for the former I do believe).

And tomorrow is gratuitous freestyle day at the range . . .