So anyone else have a gun that you habitually forget to pack mags for when you hit the range?
So for the third time in two years, (and the % of visits is scary) I once again forgot to pack ANY mags for my 10/22. I decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and headed out to Proteq for probably my last visit of the year. Ive got a new 10/22 for the kids that needed tested, so I grabbed that along with the rest of the guns I was taking.
When I got to the range, I looked in my bucket of goodies, and realized I had plenty of ammo, just nothing to put it in. So I had to hand feed it the half dozen or so rounds to make sure it performed well.
Luckily the last time this happened it was at Parabellum and the staff was kind enough to lend me one so I could make sure my 10/22 was sighted in prior to the next day's Appleseed. (I literally wouldnt have had time to drive back home and get it before they closed, and the shoot was the next day )
I need to start a freaking checklist, or setting out each gun with its ammo and mags in neat little groups as I prepare to throw them in the trunk.
I swear if my memory gets any worse I'll be able to throw myself a surprise party.
So for the third time in two years, (and the % of visits is scary) I once again forgot to pack ANY mags for my 10/22. I decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and headed out to Proteq for probably my last visit of the year. Ive got a new 10/22 for the kids that needed tested, so I grabbed that along with the rest of the guns I was taking.
When I got to the range, I looked in my bucket of goodies, and realized I had plenty of ammo, just nothing to put it in. So I had to hand feed it the half dozen or so rounds to make sure it performed well.
Luckily the last time this happened it was at Parabellum and the staff was kind enough to lend me one so I could make sure my 10/22 was sighted in prior to the next day's Appleseed. (I literally wouldnt have had time to drive back home and get it before they closed, and the shoot was the next day )
I need to start a freaking checklist, or setting out each gun with its ammo and mags in neat little groups as I prepare to throw them in the trunk.
I swear if my memory gets any worse I'll be able to throw myself a surprise party.