Some call it boredom—some call it withdrawal, but to me it's like "hobby gunsmith" Hell. Having sent my U.N.C.L.E. carbine off weeks ago for bluing, and not having another project in which to immerse myself, has been substantially more maddening than the prospect of being forced to attend a week-long polka festival without the sanity-saving comfort of an alcohol-induced haze.
Yet, while I consider the metaphor accurate, as some of you may recall I do have something in the works—but I've have difficulty kicking it off—my Sig SBR project.
Shortly after returning from the SHOT Show, I requested a P556 from Sig with the intension of reviewing for Shooting Illustrated. What I originally considered a simple proceed quickly turned into yet another waiting game with the sudden spike in national gun sales causing many of company's products—P556 included—to be backordered.
Well, after several months, the pistol arrived last week. However, I have another hurdle to clear before I can proceed. Due to influence of Guy Sagi, America's most notorious outdoor writer, my new-found fondness for strobist-style photography has mutated into something between addiction and fascination. That, coupled with my Frankenstein-like desire for creating exotic guns, has caused me to become infected me with the dreaded photojournalist disease known as shutterbugitus—side effects of which include: delusions of great photographic skill, along with an urge to devise [photo] layouts caused from high fever and an unquenchable thirst for single malt.
Oh, well at least I didn't get a job with a culinary magazine. I thought I heard Sagi say shutterbugitus doesn't cause weight gain.