Three weekends in a row with three successful desert trips. This was probably my last one before the first of the year (unless I make it out Thanksgiving weekend) and it was a good trip.
We got to our usual shooting spot when no sooner did this Border Patrol agent come cruisin' up the road to check us out. This is nothing out of the ordinary because we go to where apparently lots of illegal shit goes down. We've been coming to the same spot for a good six years or so and have run across a Border Patrol agent every time. Usually they ask us if we've seen any "citizens of Mehico", gloss over our weapons and go on there way.
Yesterday, a Border Patrol dude came up draggin' the road and asked us to move along because there were "immigrants" roaming around in the hills. Immigrants? How about Illegal Aliens? What's this fucking "immigrant" bullshit? Call them what they are. Illegal!
I was kinda pissed at first that the dude was asking us to move along and deviate from our itinerary because some dumbass Illegal Alien might walk into our line of fire but it worked out for the better. I've been shooting the last couple weekends and need to start conserving ammo. From here on out, I'm conserving everything except .22LR. I have shitload of that stuff and it's just as fun to plink.
We went to where Agent Sanchez told us it was cool to shoot, popped off a few rounds and decided that it would be more fun to head to Superstition, find a spot up on a hill, drink some brews and watch people ride.
We found a nice spot up on a hill with a great view, turned on some tunes, watched the desert rats roll by and caught a great beer buzz. Before we hit the road to go home, Brett was urkin' to blast some 12 gauge so we found a spot and blasted a few. Damn that was fun!
For once I didn't have to drive so the beer buzz was a little bigger than usual, but I did get a pretty badass sunset pic in my stupor.