More like, I actually found a range. An older fellow named Jim, a farmer whose family has lived in this little town since 1890, was in the coffee shop this morning. He lives less than a mile from me and he and his sons and grandsons farm hundreds of acres nearby. He mentioned he and his grandson, who I also learned is an FFL dealer, had built a range in one of their fields. I asked him if it was in a particular location (because I'd noticed it last week where no range was before)...he said that was it. Jim also mentioned his grandson had got him a new AR but he hadn't been able to shoot it because he can't find ammo.

Later in the morning I rounded up 500 rounds of 5.56 ammo and went and dropped it off at his house. He asked me how much? I said, "Well...will that buy me a little time on your range?" Apparently it will. I now have permission to visit his range and use it any time I want to. Which is a good thing because there's not a lot of no public land in OK where you can just go out and shoot.

Side note: I met Jim's son, Scott, at the coffee shop the first morning after I arrived in town. He asked if I needed help and offered to round up all his brothers and adult sons to help me unload the U-Haul. Very, very nice family.

So, that's what I did at the range today.

Basic range but no dummies to contend with and I have plenty of steel and other targets to jazz things up a bit:








And, when I miss, I have the perfect, built in, excuse: "The sun was in my eyes!"