Apparently it's going to be in the 40's Sunday. In exchange for ripping out fifty year old linoleum and and the plywood underneath in my bathroom, I'm rewarding myself with a large helping of .30 caliber goodness until my shoulder wears out. Then it'll be time to dirty up one of the 1911A1s. Now if I could just get that range rule about no steel targets changed, I could really have some fun. I'm to the point I'm near ready to buy a little piece of the crappiest land I can find/afford, and put every piece of steel I own on it. Nothing satisfies like lead on steel.
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