It was 95F and not too humid (70%?) so not terrible conditions. I took the Kadet and MTR because I only wanted to shoot .22 while getting my Mojo back after 4 months off for 9 weeks of prostate cancer radiation treatment and the associated drug therapy.
I shot the Kadet with Norma Tac22 at 25 yards from a rest first, to see how the gun was zeroed and to get some remedial practice at hand/eye/trigger coordination. That went well, 1.5" groups from the start, but a little low. Next was 50 yards from a rest, and the lack of practice showed up, but the trigger control felt 100% natural and the eyes weren't bothering me, so I was happy with the result. Happy enough to put up a target and hold point at 100 yards and just try it, even though I don't normally shoot the Kadet at 100.
Apparently, I had last zeroed the gun in New Mexico at 25 yards and 6000 ft elevation and I needed to go 4 clicks up for the muggy conditions at 800 ft. But I held off making any changes and just raised the aim point a few inches and blasted away. I got most of the shots on paper but the groups were large. Now a .22 pistol with non-match ammo isn't optimum for 100 yard target shooting, to say the least. But I knew the groups were not going to be P-09 size, what I needed was to see the red dot against the aim point at 100 yards again and pull the trigger without moving the pistol. And that is what I was able to do fairly well. It felt good. Normal. My natural state. I was happy. And the Kadet operated flawlessly, as usual.
So, with 150 rounds downrange with the Kadet, it was time to bag it and get out the MTR and a box of SK Rifle Match. There was one unblemished corner on an existing 100 yard target frame, so I put 30 rounds through the MTR, observed a 2" group, smiled and packed up to go home. I was happy, but whipped. While I was gathering up my stuff, the range owner stopped by and said, "Joe, you need to get in your truck and turn on the AC! Enough for today." I looked around and no one else was at the range, I guess the heat+humidity was too much for most people, at least the ones that hadn't been as anxious to go to the range as I was. The range owner confirmed that summer afternoons were pretty lonely. I smiled and told him, I'm doing fine, the two firearms are fine, I found my targets, staplers, staples, rests, bags, towels, water bottles, hearing and eye protection, guns, spotting scope, and ammo after the self-imposed time off...and I will be back tomorrow with my grand nephew for a little firearms training, followed by lunch and some quality gun cleaning time in the shade. He laughed and waved me on.
This is fun. This is not easy.
Joe