Rampidbyter Rampid byter: A byte of my .Net developing life.

Well here’s to shits and giggles today. I posted recently that I went out with my gf and taught her how to shoot down at the local target range. Well while we were down there I heard things flying around near us. I just assumed that it was shells from other lanes that were flopping around on the floor, or were getting thrown near us. Heaven knows that my gun likes to throw red-hot shells back on you while you’re shooting.

Little did I know at that time that one of those noises I heard flying around us managed to find itself fall out of my skin on Sunday. Of all the things I had apparently been shot by what appeared to be buck shot from someone shooting a shot gun down the range. Considering that everyone was in the same row of booths the likelihood that I’d get shot was slim to nil. Apparently those odds weren’t good enough as sure enough I ended up getting some lead stuck in me. So I’m going from this point forward refer to myself as gangsta, and carry myself with a have a false sense of street cred.