Last weekend, I disassembled my .22 semi-auto rifle because an internal part had come loose and was rattling around inside. Since I had it all apart, I decided to do a little maintenance. While doing this, I was tightening the screw that attaches the sight, and the damned thing fell off. I tried to screw it back on, but the screw was stripped, and it was such an unusual size that I couldn’t replace it.
So I bought a Tasco 3 x 7 scope today at Wal-Mart, and after I had mounted it, I went for a drive on Airport Road to sight the scope in. On my way up there, a black Ford F-150 4×4 with 4 guys in it was tailgating me. That area is so remote, I was getting paranoid, because they had all the room in the world to pass me. Eventually, we came to a long, straight passing lane, and the guy drove on past me. He musta just been a pansy or something. Anyway, the whole time they were behind me, I was thinking to myself, “Let’s see, there’s 4 of them and only 1 of me. But hey, I have a loaded .22 with 10 rounds of ammo in the clip! Fuck them!” I could seriously imagine myself opening fire on somebody that tried to start shit with me. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t carry firearms with me all the time. 🙂