Hmph

My bestest shooting buddy in the whole world is coming down to Tucson tomorrow and he says he's bringing his BAG Day gun to try out at Piter's indoor range. His BAG Day gun! I got no pictures from readers and very few posts from bloggers of BAG Day guns, and he's kept his secret even now! I was Best Man at his wedding! I nursed his sick ferret! I heroically held his left flank against an onslaught of Nigerian mechanized infantry! I dragged his dead engineer-mage (and half a dozen others) out a dungeon full of goblins with nothing more than Tensor's Floating Disc, invisibility, and some scary ghost noises! And this is the thanks I get? No premium booze for Jon this weekend! Well, he is bringing down my gas-piston upper with its newly-attached muzzle brake... upon which I've got to mount my new scope and sight it in before Sunday.... so I won't short-sheet the guest bed. Should I hide the good cream sherry?