January 23, 2006

Friends, bullets and the dead.

On Sunday, I was able to get together with Wes of Bodrhan (drum) roll, please to go spend sometime at the range. After we had left the house, I received a call on my cell phone from the other world. A faint voice, barely audible spoke to me across the barriers between life and death. The voice said to me, “Contagion, It is I Graumagus.” At this point, it is important that you understand that Graumagus has been dead for the last 2 weeks.

The voice went on to say, “Contagion, how could you plan to go shooting with out inviting your old friend?”

Contagion: “But, Grau, you’re deader then a doornail. It’s not like I could just call you up in the otherworld and invite you.”

Grau: “You mean like I’m calling you now? We dead have phones too you know. We just choose not to use them, much like you.” (Remember Grau is dead so read his parts with a spooky ghost like voice in your head!)

Contagion: “Oh hadn’t thought of that. Anyways, if I had invited you, it’s not as if you could have gone. You’ve been mostly dead for two weeks. You can’t hold a gun in ghost form.”

Grau: “In order to burn powder and throw lead I would re-animate my body and come back as a zombie to shoot.”

Contagion: “You do remember I have an unnatural hatred of zombies? In fact, I have plans on what to do in case zombies rise from the ground. Plus you smelled bad enough before, I don’t want to think of what two weeks of rot on top of it would smell like.”

Grau: “Shite, I forgot about that zombie issue you have, AND I DIDN’T SMELL WHEN I WAS ALIVE! Well, just get over your hatred of zombies for one day… and I’ll wear something that doesn’t stink.” (It’s not remotely amusing if you’re not reading Grau’s parts in a spooky ghost voice!)

Contagion: “No promises, but okay as long as you bring the Colt 1991 .45. If you don’t have that, then all bets are off. I’ll turn your skull into a candy dish!”

Grau: “Deal! I’ll meet you there.”

When Wes and I arrived there was no signs of an uprising or the dead walking the earth so we sat down and started shooting. Shortly after, in walks Grau’s surprisingly well preserved corpse. He brought with him his .44 mag and the mandated .45.

During a shooting break, we all had a chance to talk. Grau said he had two choices; he could have fixed his blog or gone shooting. He deciding that shooting was more important, however he was going to blame me for him not updating his blog. Sure, blame me I didn’t force that gun into his hand!

Most of the time there I spent trying to get the sites adjust on my pistol. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the correct tools to do it. I think I’m just going to have to pay a gunsmith to site it in for me. I went through 500 rounds trying to site it and I was just not getting the sweet spot. My clusters weren’t horrible, just not in the right area.

After a couple of hours, the powers needed to re-animate his corpse took its toll on him. He had to leave; now this was at 2:30. After drive time and all he should have been home around 4:00, plenty of time to work on Frizzen Sparks… notice nothing new. Yea, my fault my arse. Lazy bastard! Wes and I stuck around to burn through the last of the ammo. It would be a sin to go home with perfectly good ammo.

I also was able to talk with some of the other shooters there, swap stories, and talk about our firearms and such. One guy was shooting a real nice replica .45 caliber Henry rifle. (This is the first lever action that was used in the Civil War) He was pretty darn good; he had bull’s eye clusters at 25 yards.

After shooting Wes and I hit “The Vaj” aka Vaj’s Garage. It’s a small bar just south of Bristol, WI. Great food, cold beer, wonderful atmosphere, and yet another bar that I like that is too far away from home. We watched part of the Steelers molesting beating the Broncos while eating our burgers. Yet another bar that has Michelob Amber bock on draft, nice and icy cold too. After we finished eating, we headed home to our families.

When I got home, I had to consol Boopie. He’s a Denver Bronco fan and was really hoping they would go to the Super Bowl this year. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it had been a close game, but at 34-17, he took an emotional whipping. He’ll get over it. Its part of following a sport, you’re team doesn’t always win.

Other then consoling Boopie, it was a good day. I had a lot of fun, no stress and was able to spend some time with good friends… even if one smelt of rot and decay.

Posted by Contagion in Shenanigans at January 23, 2006 06:01 PM | TrackBack

Next time, give that corpse a hug for me. I miss his posts.

Posted by: vw bug at January 23, 2006 07:15 PM

yea... NO! I'm not into hugging corpses!

Posted by: Contagion at January 23, 2006 09:33 PM

What is really sad is that I started to read Grau's parts in a scary spooky voice.

And it did make it much funnier.

Posted by: Machelle at January 24, 2006 07:21 AM

“But, Grau, you’re deader then a doornail."

It's THAN, deader THAN! God, you piss me off so bad when you do that!

Posted by: Raging Mom at January 24, 2006 10:06 AM

Had a great time! Shootin' high power handguns (that '91 Colt .45 is SWEET Grau, as is that .357, Contagion), drinkin' beer (NOT while shooting) and eatin' out at The Vaj... damn, that still makes me giggle...

Posted by: Wes at January 24, 2006 03:25 PM

Naarrgghhhhh.... Braaiiiiiiins....

Posted by: Graumagus at January 25, 2006 07:38 AM