Been too long since the last time I got to go plinking, so my younger son and I headed out to the desert this afternoon. We worked out my little .32 auto Czech CZ-50, the .38 Special Smith & Wesson snubbie revolver we inherited from my mother-in-law, my .30-30 Winchester 94 lever-action, and a couple of .22 rifles. Then we got down to the serious stuff: he pulled his 1917 Mosin Nagant M-91 out of the truck, and I unwrapped my Mosin 91/59. Between the two, we had the longest and shortest lengths that Mosins were made in. We used them to destroy milk jugs, soda cans and paper targets, while probably scaring the wildlife for miles around. We had a camera with us. But with just the two of us out there, no one thought to dig it out until dusk, when my son decided to get a shot of the Dr. Pepper cans he had destroyed. That came out surprisingly clear in the gloom, using a flash. Then he decided that while he was at it, he'd get a shot of my 91/59 in action. Fireballs? Pooh...seen 'em before, and I'm not impressed. How about some real fun--like maybe a blowtorch?