Commencing Brain Thoughs...3...2...1...

It's a little known fact that due to the nature of electro-magnetism and gravity (very short version) we do not touch anything. Our feet can't actually come in contact with the ground since those particles differ from that of the surface. The electro-magnetic force pushes back at many times greater strength than that of gravity, holding us up away from the opposing particles below. The same is true for any differenciating group of particles on the quantum level. So, your feet don't touch your socks, your socks can't touch your shoes and your shoes don't touch the ground. You're suspended in space, apart from all matter...Spiralling, spinning...And it raises the biggest question..."So...How does lotion work?"

Thursday, November 3, 2011

MG Shooters 2011

The title sounds much more exciting than the inlaid pictures indicate. Somewhere between leaving my driveway and mile number 20 on Dutch Flat Road (Halfway point) we stowed the camera and just cruised the warm desert landscape, forgetting completely to keep record of the trip.

Uncle Whiskey secured 2 brand new cots from REI in Henderson before he drove out Saturday morning to pack up and hit the trial. It was going to be both of our fist camp trips going tent less, with only our cots and sleeping bags. I secured a brand new, Swiss "0 degree" mummy bag from k-mart thinking they were pretty serious about the rating.

We loaded up the Jeep Saturday morning at about 10am and headed to the grocery store to fill up on camping grub. *upper jeep shot at house

Not to toot my own horn here, but Whiskey as my witness, guys were flocking to my over-loaded Jeep in the parking lot. It was oozing manliness with rifles sticking out of the cab and camo gear secured in the back. The biggest compliment for me was the old Navy vet that came up and asked me...Wait, not an Old Navy Vet...

The old, Navy Veteran that asked if we were military and in a re-enactment of some kind for the gun show going on in town. I explained that I drive this bad boy to work most days and Whiskey and I decided we weren't Military...We were More.

Once we finally broker free of the "Mo-Zeen Nay-gent" "Expert" that accosted Whiskey for 20 minutes while he tried to enjoy his breakfast in the passenger seat, we hit the dusty trail. (We call the rifles "Mah-zen Na-Gants" / Mosin Nagant and we like it that way)

Once in a nice open clearing, I remembered we do have a camera and I hardly ever get a picture of me driving, so I asked for a little help "Hamming it Up" and voila!

Once we got out past Mid Mohave Wash, we stopped to shoot our old Mosin Nagants at one of favorite target spots, A2. A2 being the designation on the map that I first used to plot the area way back, years ago on my Arctic Cat 400 4x4. You know, when my life really began...2003/2004.*

So, shooting into the afternoon Sun with a busted scope mount proved to be a major bummer for me. I should have checked it more thoroughly before I banked on it for the trip. Whiskey however, had a "blast" with his to a degree. That carbine kicks like a mule and shakes the entire Jeep with each shot. Heck of a cartridge!

That basically concludes the photos since pretty much after that, we started running out of day light and had to book it to Wikieup for a fill up and to check in with the our special lady friends.

I found a really sweet shortcut from A2 to the Power Line Road that brought us to Planet Ranch Road and out to Chicken Springs Road in no time.

We stopped, made our calls, threw in some petrol and with the Sun starting to set made short work of locating a camp spot 15 miles up the road at the shoot.

Luckily, we had plenty of daylight and worked out all of our camping area and designated the cots easily.

By 8:00 pm, we had our chairs and cooler, front row, settled in for the night shoot. One of my favorite parts of this was having had been there 4 times before so we knew we could sit much more closely than anyone else around us did. We walked right past the "line" of people and sat 20 feet closer to the firing line for a great view and awesome effect! Sitting here, we could see down the firing line and watch the muzzles unleash their fire for at least 50 feet on down into the darkness.

Tens of thousands of rounds, mostly tracer rounds, lit up the desert sky and ground, exploding dynamite and crates of fireworks in a display that can really only be seen here, twice a year.

They wrapped up a bit earlier than usual which we thought was a bit of a rip off. Of course, we had just paid full price to see that portion of the shoot. We hadn't been there all day and we didn't have time to go back through on Sunday. For $50 (for both) we got a camping spot with a Porta Potty, level ground and a pretty sweet display of firearms in my opinion. If it goes up next year, we'll probably skip it - Although I love the trek to it so…Meh.

We got back to the camp spot, rigged up some grub and afterwards I tried desperately to "enjoy" smoking my Grandpa's 79 year-old tobacco pipe. I had the right tobacco and the pipe was clean but I couldn't get it to stay lit. I hear it's an art so now I'm determined to figure it out.

All done eating, enjoying Whiskey's whiskey, talking and trying to be a poser with my pipe, we crashed out.

Outside of needing to sleep in my jacket, beanie and pants, I was remarkably comfortable. In fact, I could argue that it was the best night sleep, camping, ever. "0 degree" bag? Not even close. Whiskey fought his "30 degree" bag pretty heavily so unfortunately his night was pretty rough.

Up and at 'em at 6 - Packed up and on the road by 7:30, we hit the highway.

One of my other favorite parts of the trip? I pulled out on to the highway with plenty of time in between cars, got up to speed and moments later and a rocket-propelled PT Cruiser was all up in my rear, inches away from my bumper. For fun, you could refer back to one of the pictures above. That Jeep, filled with guns and ammo cans, camo gear and us two dudes all camped out and rugged as can be...And we get tailgated at 55, which was the speed limited?

My only reaction of course, for safety reasons, was to slow down to reasonable speed of about 15 mph for this poor, frustrated, ignorant SOB traveling a desolate desert highway with his wife in-tow. 1000 feet up ahead, a double lane opening gave promise to this idiot having his way and screaming off down the road. As his beet-red face started to turn and "glare me down" as he passed me on the left, his eyes got REALLY BIG as all of the gear and guns sank in to his tiny little mind. His wife smiled and shrugged like, "Yep, he's a moron". Before he made eye contact, his head shot straight forward as he pegged the throttle and scurried away. God Bless America.

We stopped in Wikieup and called in our howdies in to the ladies again and bonzai-ed back home through the dusty trial.

Good times.

No comments:

Post a Comment