What an interesting night... I brought my dad's 10/22 to my place so I can use it (now that I have a range membership), had it wrapped in a white cotton painter's sheet when I brought it in since I'm in a new place and not sure how the neighbouring families would react (hippies/anti-gun types abound in this town). I spent the evening cleaning it to get ready for the range tomorrow, as it's been stored unused for several years, got a new trigger lock on it so I can store it legally at my place. Sorted out all my dad's old 22lr ammo by type, after playing the ID game. Fresh box of 500x Rem Thunderbolt (which I now learn has issues with lead deposits in the bore, good thing I'm bringing my bore brush). All ready to go for the morning, about to head to bed and I hear cops on the street behind my place on the megaphone saying to get down, hands on your head and all that. I open my curtains, expecting flashlights in my eyes thanks to nosy neighbours. Luckily they were just arresting some punk on the street, but their approach was more akin to a dangerous situation than a rabblerouser, and with the trees I couldn't hear what the officers were yelling.
It's 1am and my upstairs neighbour's dogs are still barking, let me sleep!
