zen and 62grain FMJ

So I spent the day on the range today. Then I spent my evening cleaning weapons. But the day on the range was great. No one else was there. I had the whole range to myself. Some kind soul had placed a steel plate at the 300meter backstop. I must've put 100 rounds into that thing from the AR. I had the 308 with me as well, and fired a few into the plate with that. But the 308 is scoped, and sits on a bipod, and well... hitting anything larger than a can of skoal at 300 meters with the 308 is easy enough to be boring.

But it was a great day. Nice and solitary. Lots of copper and lead downrange. Good stuff.

Apparently, some cows at some point got loose from a neighboring farm or somewhere. Because there was cow poop in huge piles all over the range. I had about 300 rounds with me, and had put about 200 of 'em through paper, and I started to get a little bored. Then I thought, "hey, there're huge piles of cowpoo everywhere, what happens when you shoot one?"

I'll tell you what happens. It flies EVERYWHERE. Like, 50 feet in the air. I had to lay my pistol down on the bench after the first shot because I was laughing so hard. (yes, I'm easily amused). So I spent the last 100 rounds of 9mm locating and causing cowpoo explosions all over the range. I did avoid shooting ones that were close to target backstops and other target structures, though. I know I'd be ticked if I went to put up a target and had to hang it in cow poop. It really was amazing how high cow-poo flies when you shoot it.

Is this the origin of the phrase "shooting the sh**?" I mean, it really is a fun, pointless excersize. Really fun. Makes me want to go find a farm.