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Friday, June 29, 2012
Fathers Day Was A Blast
On Saturday before Fathers Day, my wife’s sister’s husband’s sister’s husband invited us and other branch kin to a barbecue and skeet shoot.
Yep, we did it again.
If aliens attack in little red flying saucers we are prepared.
Last time we just hand threw the clays. This time we had a bench mounted thrower. The lady shooting is my old Sunday School teacher from when I was a tot. I didn't remember her from there but I used to work with her at my last job. Turns out she is my wife’s sister’s husband’s sister’s husband's sister. Got That?
The little one tried shooting. She shot the .410 single shot several times. She finally winged one clay. It doesn't kick much and she never complained. She loved shooting the pistol as well.
This is my sons head. If you look close you can see the clay exploding. He shoots amazingly well. He didn't learn it from me. I did end up winning the group shoot off. If you remember he won the last time.
Here are some of the young ladies shooting. They shoot pretty good as well.
After a while we broke out the pistols. They had set up a pistol target and this time I remembered my Colt. It shoots as good as it ever has. This is not me and my Colt.
We could not have asked for better weather or better food. We had wild boar and deer.
And hot dogs. They cooked the corn on the grill still in the husk. It was delicious.
Here is the back of the house. Its about 200 feet from the field.
At the end of the day everyone had a good time and no one left hungry.