NRA Annual Meeting

Just checked in to the World Congress of Bitter Clingers NRA Annual Meeting in Houston, picked up my press credentials, and will be headed to the show floor in a few moments.

Picked up TOTWTYTR at the airport yesterday and took him to the trap range for a brief wingshooting tutorial. A few things became immediately apparent:

1. Wobble trap is much more challenging than regular trap.
2. Wobble trap with a 40 mph wind at your back is really challenging.
3. I need to pattern the new Remington 887 as soon as possible. I know it's a poor craftsman who blames his tools, but not only couldn't I hit the broad side iof a barn with that gun, I doubt I could have hit the ground with it if I dropped it. Not only did I not cover myself in glory in those two rounds of wobble trap, I turned out quite possibly the worst shooting performance in my entire life. It messed with my head so much that, by the time I switched to my 870, I couldn't even hit easy shots with that. To add insult to injury, I lost the front bead on the 887 before I left the first station. Remington is going to hear about that, and if this gun patterns as poorly as I suspect it will, I'm sending the damned thing back.

Last night, a crowd of us hit Ragin Cajun for crawfish and seafood. Kelly's Theorem of Cajun Restaurants states, "Ye shall know them by their gumbo."

If the gumbo is so thin you can see through it, or loaded with enough cayenne to make it unpalatable, the rest of the meal is going to suck. I'm happy to report that Ragin Cajun does it right. Not only was the gumbo good, the oysters were huge and salty, and the crawfish were good, if a bit on the small side. Lies were told, stories were swapped, and a good time was had by all.

I haven't laughed so hard in a looooong time.

I'll post more later today, but in the meantime, look for my pics and updates on Twitter (@AmboDriver), or just search for my posts under the hashtag #nraconvention.