Which is why my motto is, "a handgun is what you use to fight your way back to the rifle you should have never left behind". Although, by some freak, I was on the battalion team that won the state Guard smallbore pistol championship one year. I guess I didn't drag down the average score too badly.
It still didn't prevent me from getting thrown out of the armory's indoor range for firing my S&W .22 Jet. Some major next door thought someone was firing an RPG. Couldn't hardly blame him, the thing was LOUD, even through ear muffs and ear plugs. The muzzle blast even knocked the dust down from the light fixtures.
I had a ~dream~ about carousing just now... out drinking and carrying on... and I just woke up all dehydrated with a splitting headache.
I got a hangover from a ~dream~.