I have been known to go around half cocked. Half with it, half in the moment, half baked, over baked! Under loved, over fed. I’ve been called all sorts of crazy names, some nice, some not so nice. Heck my own trainer Jeremy had several choice names for me just this morning – all of which I shall not repeat.
I love when I go into the Donald McKay school and visit my kids and use an expression and Mr. Cleere points out that what I just said was an idiom. Idiom yes, but until this past Tuesday I didn’t know what half cocked really meant. I was always equating it to “three sheets to the wind.” Been there done that.
I tried really hard to remain relaxed but I could feel my right shoulder scoot up to my ear. My arms were locked straight out in front, rigid. In fact my entire body was rigid as I closed one eye and tried to locate the sight and the target. Picking up a fully loaded revolver for the first time is a very surreal event. Preparing to fire it at a paper target in a very controlled environment within the confines of an indoor shooting range, a police officer guiding my every move made me feel marginally better. Then I was instructed to pull the hammer back half way…..half cocked! Every step I made before actually pulling the trigger took thought and precision. But as long as I was still only going around half cocked all was well and the gun wasn’t quite ready to fire. It’s the second half of that half cocked thing that gets me every time.
I’m thinking I like being three sheets to the wind far better than going around half cocked. I’m betting the moose in Alaska will like it better too!
Climb, explore and mush with me!