Honest question
A little back round here. I had a few guys over to t he house last Friday morning to shoot. The wife and daughter were both at work so there wasn’t much in the way of refreshments or food for my guests and myself, but any way these guys shoot A LOT and they didn’t save any of their brass.
A couple days ago it was nice outside and I figured it would be a good chance to really learn how to use this metal detector I’ve got really well. So I went out and started picking up brass. This was really cool, like and really easy Easter egg hunt, they were laying every where and right on top. Before I knew it I’d been out there quite a while and my wife had come home from work. I had a card board box full of brass, 30-06, 45’s, 9mm, 40 cal, few 357 sig and piles of 22lr. I was even finding 22’s that had probably been there for years and I hadn’t even used the metal detector yet.
This was really cool so I took it up to show her what I’d found and see when supper would be ready. She wasn’t nearly as impressed as I was but I didn’t mind, I like hamburgers so that was cool.
Since I’d done so well the day before and hadn’t even used the metal detector I decided to try it the next day and started searching for more treasure about noon the next day. I soon found it was harder to find a place around my shooting bench where it didn’t beat than where it did and as I brushed it across the grass I kept seeing more brass. Especially that 06 and 45 acp just shone like diamonds when the after noon sun hit them.
Brilliance strikes again and I got out the string trimmer and started going around the bench in a widening pattern mowing the grass down like a putting green. Man this was awesome, when you use the left edge of the trimmer it throws the shells right out in the short grass where you are trimming and I was finding nearly as many shells as the day before. I’d just rake up a pile of trimmings and run the detector over it. It didn’t usually have any in it but I didn’t want to loose any. Then I could throw the grass on the camp fire and be sure I had all the brass. I had about a quart jar of 22 brass alone by now. That alone has to have some scrap value. Plus the shooting and target area just looked like carpet by now, I could actually FEEL the shells if I stepped on one even through my shoes. Any shells I was finding I’d throw up on the table in one of my gold panning pans and you could get the grass right out of it real easy.
Blowing the grass out of that gold pan was genius. That led to the leaf blower and that was like a magic wand uncovering more and more shells. I bet I had a couple gallon jugs of clean empties to sort. I only sorted out the 22’s as I picked them up. Any way I didn’t notice my wife and daughter had come home from work. When I came in to show them and see what was for supper they were sitting in front of the TV.
When I explained to her what all I’d done and found again that day and how nice the target shooting area was getting with all the effort she grabbed a hand full of those 22 brass and threw them right in the middle of the FLOOR! WTF? I can’t figure out women or what the heck they want. They expect you to be a mind reader or some super hint guy like those TV detectives so rather than do something else wrong with a clue what it was, I tried to ignore it like that happens ever day. I threw the rest of the 22’s on the floor. A few of those were still good to. I thought they may be duds but they hadn’t even been hit at all. I picked those good ones out of the carpet later after she went to bed. Any way I don’t know what they had but I had frozen pizza for supper. That Gizono’s or something like that is my favorite and it’s not too bad!
After eating I got out that box and put all the brass in one spot and started sorting it out on the foot stool thing here using the gold pan to shake it out and separate them. I was just telling her I was finding a lot of 357 sig in there and she picked up her Glock and put to rounds right straight up through the roof. She said a while back when we were watching some thing on TV she thought sig was pretty cool. Do you think that means she WANTS a sig now? I can’t get a frigging word out of her when I ask. That’s not all bad and the porch part of the roof already leaks a little.
Indymonkey to you think I should just do the whole roof now or would it be OK to just goop up those holes with some silicone or tar you think?
Do any of the women here shoot a 357 sig and what model? Does it make any difference to women and are they any harder for a woman to figure out than a Glock? Would the 357 penetrate the roof with one layer of shingles and metal on top of that you think?
A little back round here. I had a few guys over to t he house last Friday morning to shoot. The wife and daughter were both at work so there wasn’t much in the way of refreshments or food for my guests and myself, but any way these guys shoot A LOT and they didn’t save any of their brass.
A couple days ago it was nice outside and I figured it would be a good chance to really learn how to use this metal detector I’ve got really well. So I went out and started picking up brass. This was really cool, like and really easy Easter egg hunt, they were laying every where and right on top. Before I knew it I’d been out there quite a while and my wife had come home from work. I had a card board box full of brass, 30-06, 45’s, 9mm, 40 cal, few 357 sig and piles of 22lr. I was even finding 22’s that had probably been there for years and I hadn’t even used the metal detector yet.
This was really cool so I took it up to show her what I’d found and see when supper would be ready. She wasn’t nearly as impressed as I was but I didn’t mind, I like hamburgers so that was cool.
Since I’d done so well the day before and hadn’t even used the metal detector I decided to try it the next day and started searching for more treasure about noon the next day. I soon found it was harder to find a place around my shooting bench where it didn’t beat than where it did and as I brushed it across the grass I kept seeing more brass. Especially that 06 and 45 acp just shone like diamonds when the after noon sun hit them.
Brilliance strikes again and I got out the string trimmer and started going around the bench in a widening pattern mowing the grass down like a putting green. Man this was awesome, when you use the left edge of the trimmer it throws the shells right out in the short grass where you are trimming and I was finding nearly as many shells as the day before. I’d just rake up a pile of trimmings and run the detector over it. It didn’t usually have any in it but I didn’t want to loose any. Then I could throw the grass on the camp fire and be sure I had all the brass. I had about a quart jar of 22 brass alone by now. That alone has to have some scrap value. Plus the shooting and target area just looked like carpet by now, I could actually FEEL the shells if I stepped on one even through my shoes. Any shells I was finding I’d throw up on the table in one of my gold panning pans and you could get the grass right out of it real easy.
Blowing the grass out of that gold pan was genius. That led to the leaf blower and that was like a magic wand uncovering more and more shells. I bet I had a couple gallon jugs of clean empties to sort. I only sorted out the 22’s as I picked them up. Any way I didn’t notice my wife and daughter had come home from work. When I came in to show them and see what was for supper they were sitting in front of the TV.
When I explained to her what all I’d done and found again that day and how nice the target shooting area was getting with all the effort she grabbed a hand full of those 22 brass and threw them right in the middle of the FLOOR! WTF? I can’t figure out women or what the heck they want. They expect you to be a mind reader or some super hint guy like those TV detectives so rather than do something else wrong with a clue what it was, I tried to ignore it like that happens ever day. I threw the rest of the 22’s on the floor. A few of those were still good to. I thought they may be duds but they hadn’t even been hit at all. I picked those good ones out of the carpet later after she went to bed. Any way I don’t know what they had but I had frozen pizza for supper. That Gizono’s or something like that is my favorite and it’s not too bad!
After eating I got out that box and put all the brass in one spot and started sorting it out on the foot stool thing here using the gold pan to shake it out and separate them. I was just telling her I was finding a lot of 357 sig in there and she picked up her Glock and put to rounds right straight up through the roof. She said a while back when we were watching some thing on TV she thought sig was pretty cool. Do you think that means she WANTS a sig now? I can’t get a frigging word out of her when I ask. That’s not all bad and the porch part of the roof already leaks a little.
Indymonkey to you think I should just do the whole roof now or would it be OK to just goop up those holes with some silicone or tar you think?
Do any of the women here shoot a 357 sig and what model? Does it make any difference to women and are they any harder for a woman to figure out than a Glock? Would the 357 penetrate the roof with one layer of shingles and metal on top of that you think?
