I went shooting on my birthday

I realized that I hadn't been shooting yet not just this year, but all of last year, either (!).  I've been making Baby Vulcan cry.

And so off I went.  Noise was made.  Holes were punched in paper.  I was both pleased at my marksmanship and disgusted at my marksmanship.  All in all, a normal range trip.

Somehow, I find that strangely reassuring.