On these hot, summer days in the desert, shooting outdoors is problematic for me. This summer, I decided to set up an indoor air pistol range in my home and keep my shooting skills sharp until cooler weather returns. Much to my chagrin, I found that my 60 year-old arms were no longer capable of cocking my HW70A air pistol. CO2 seemed like a good alternative, so I scoured the Web looking for the right pistol.

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A couple of years back, I bought a Beeman R7 air rifle in .20 caliber. I had owned one back in the late 1980's that was .177 caliber, but I foolishly sold it for a song. Anyway, I bought the rifle with the idea of trying some urban varminting. I figured the .20 would have a little more downrange punch than a .177.

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Being a quadriplegic, gripping a rifle's forend and pulling it snugly against my cheek and shoulder has always been problematic. At first, I made use of any protuberance (such as a sling swivel) on the gun to wrap my contracted fingers around. This worked better than no grip at all.

It didn't take long to realize that a loop of nylon webbing threaded through the swivel would give me more to hook on to and allow me to pull the stock tighter against cheek and shoulder. This system has worked quite well for me over the years. It increased my accuracy level and gave me a more secure way of safely holding onto the rifle.

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I bought my Anschutz 1418 back in 1984, if I remember correctly. It was during my period of sampling various .22 rifles in search of the rifle. That full-length Mannlicher stock just drips cool factor. I read once that they were designed to protect the barrel while negotiating the rough mountains encountered in chamois hunting. While chamois stalking up alpine landscapes is not likely in my future, I bought it because of its looks. It cost a bit over $400 and put quite a dent in my wallet...no regrets.

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My first .22 LR rifle was a Marlin/Glenfield bolt action repeater that I bought at a discount department store in Miami, Florida. I was in my late teens and had only fired my Dad's Savage Model 24 once prior at the age of 11. Heading to the range, I had visions of small groups at long distances...yeah, right. I was getting on the paper, but the cases were sticking and the stamped metal extractor was not extracting. This was after about 10 shots.

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