Hotboxing Testosterone

So it began a couple Saturdays ago. We started the day like many others, at the gym. After getting swole, we headed down to Gander Mountain in Winchester. A large store for the outdoorsmen, the entrance was barely big enough for us to get through (figuratively, of course). Losing track of time was easy for us there. After making our purchases, we went north into WV and went to Viva for mexican. From there, Dom called his special lady and she met us at the movies where we all saw Dark Knight. Once that was over, we went back to Dom's and did a semi-thorough breakdown of Rosie. Then it was back home for some well earned sleep.
During the week, we were able to make time to watch The Big Lebowski. We celebrated with oat sodas.

After heading to the indoor range a few times throughout the week, we gathered a small arsenal and headed for Sleepy Creek.
What you see here is me with the Big Daddy, and Dom with his .30-06, his slug gun, and Little Elvis. We were also privileged to fire some other rifles owned by some of the locals as well as trying to hit a target with a handgun at 100 yards...which I didn't accomplish at all. At least I hit the dirt pile. Not to worry, there's not a football field's length of open space in any house I'll be living in. I was certainly making the milk jugs and detergent containers jump at 25 yards, well over the range I'll be dealing with indoors.

Don't follow too close, we leave a pretty massive wake where we tread.