That would be a .44 magnum.

It was bitter cold the other day when I met up with Rich and Elliot at the Rabbit Creek Rifle Range. We still had a great time, even if our fingers didn't. The Air Force issued me an excellent pair of gloves, however they're just a bit too bulky for handling the Ruger.

And for the record, this photo was taken in the late morning, just before noon. That source of light barely peeking above the horizon? Yep. That's the sun. Don't worry. The sun continues to climb until around 1300 [that's 1pm for you non-military types]. An hour later it was probably around one to one and a half degrees higher. Then it made a quick three hour sprint for the horizon.

There's a set of metal targets 50 yards from me, and I am usually able to plink 'em with three or four shots out of six. In the bitter cold, I was lucky to average one every six shots. Twice I hit one of the targets, but not the one I was aiming at. [Shhhhh! Elliot thinks I'm a sniper.] I won't bother to make excuses. Instead, I'll just keep making trips to the range until I'm back up to four out of six.

Besides, I might have been missing my mark... but I certainly wasn't missing work. I'd say the frozen hour or so was well spent.