For new years I took out my newest two guns! A 1959 Winchester 69A with a 'baby Redfield', and my "new to me" 1961 Python. After almost getting my 2WD F-150 stuck in a mud puddle, I pulled aside and parked, and walked the 1/4 mile to my shooting spot. Nice little walk, carrying guns made before I was born. Shooting them was a pleasure, I had done some .38 Spl reloading over the holidays, but knew the range was closed. So I couldn't check my loads on paper, but just spent 45 minutes doing what I always did since I was a boy - plinked, alone, with my thoughts and guns. Fun.