Thursday, November 19, 2009

(Stuff I've Forgotten to Blog About - Day 4) Shooting

For Christmas in 2007 I bought Adam a rifle. Not just any rifle, but a really sweet rifle. (Were you expecting me to tell you make and model? There is no way I can remember, I hardly know anything about that stuff, but I have it on good authority that it is an awesome gun.) Well, almost two years later, I still hadn't ever shot the gun that is registered in my name. So, in September Adam, Isaiah, and I went shooting.

Adam, shooting a clay pigeon. (He shot a lot of them. He's a pretty great shot.)

Me, aiming at a clay pigeon. Look, I almost have muscles!! (Guns are heavy. I was really sore the next day.) I shot. And shot. And aimed. And shot again. I got one clay pigeon after setting it up in a bush and shooting at it about 30 times. I don't think I was meant to own a gun.

Isaiah shooting at a clay pigeon with a BB gun. He spent his time shooting like this, shooting at a paper target, or . . .

just bashing the heck out of the pigeons. He's a much better aim this way. (I have to admit, it was kind of fun just smashing them, especially after shooting at them forever and never hitting any.)


Becky said...

I love it Rachel! But it looks like you got Adam a shot-gun, not a rifle. hehe! Too fun though! I love shooting shot-guns at clay pigeons. It's way more fun than shooting rifles. I think it may be the instant gratification you get when the clay pigeon explodes in the air!

Rachel said...

Oh, Becky, I'd hoped no one would notice my mistake! I was telling someone about it this morning, and thought to myself, "Oh, no! I called it a rifle!"

Oh, well . . . that's just the way it is *blush*