I went back to air pistol silhouette with Sebastian last night, the first time I touched the gun in a couple of weeks. But I wasn’t in the greatest mood for a number of reasons. About an hour before I left, I became insanely tired – like worried I’d fall asleep and not get Sebastian’s gun to him tired. When I got out there, the humidity was a bit of an issue. While it wasn’t icky sticky humidity, it was just enough that my clothes were sticking to me and making me itch a little.
In theory, you always want to do well. In reality, sometimes your give a damn is just busted. That was me last night. I started out the day wanting to go shoot, but in that last hour before we hit the range, things just kind of fell apart, and I wasn’t really there. Because of this attitude, I didn’t bother telling Sebastian about my trouble with the sight on the gun until I was on the last two banks of chickens – more than 3/4 of the way through the 60-shot match. It appeared as though there was crap in my sight, but I assumed it was something to do with my eye. My allergies have been driving me nuts the last few days, most notably with my eyes. So I assumed it was just one more physical reason I shouldn’t be out there. (They were joking with me that I was yawning too much since I was doing so every couple of minutes.)
Turns out that others agreed, my sights were in need of adjustment. So Sebastian came over and took care of it for me. (It’s still his gun, so I don’t change anything on it other than the CO2 and pellets.) Lesson learned. Even if I’m grumpy, if something seems off, I shouldn’t assume it’s just me. It might be my allergies, it might be my crappy eyesight, but there’s also a small chance that it might be the gun.