The only thing that really sucks about Rhode Island: I don’t have a place to plink. I love target shooting. There are plenty of indoor and outdoor pistol and rifle ranges within twenty minutes of HQ where I can indulge. There are even a couple where I can move and shoot. But I don’t [yet] have a place where I can plink. I find that enormously frustrating. To wit: I have a Henry Big Boy in .44 on test. I’m in love. But there are jugs, phone books and vegetables that need shooting that remain completely, ballistically unmolested. Sigh. Make me jealous. How do you plink? TTAG scribe Chris Dumm plays rifle golf, taking turns shooting an orb at long range with his Gun Friends. What’s your recipe for non-traditional target fun?