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.
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.
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.
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.
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2 comments:
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!
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*
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