Pull!

I went skeet shooting with Scott and Christi yesterday. Technically, I went "skeet-shooting-at," since I didn't actually hit one of the little clay targets (in the air). Scott placed a couple on the ground about 20 feet from the shooting area ("home intruder range") and I sent them to the ER if not the morgue. [Video runs 90 sec - Flickr set]

I haven't shot a gun in 40 years. Last time was during training for the Postal Inspection Service. We had to qualify with a sidearm (a very un-sexy .38 revolver back in those days) and got an hour or two of training with a 12 gauge riot gun.

I really enjoyed yesterday's outing and quickly became the designated clay pigeon flinger. Used a little plastic launcher to sling tiny clay Frisbees into the air where Scott and Christie blew them to smithereens.

I was impressed by the skill exhibited by both Scott and Christie. She wielded a 12 gauge pump (is there anything hotter than a woman with a 12 gauge?) and he switched back and forth between a couple of shotguns.

In case you're wondering... no, I'm not a hunter and don't plan to be. I've never owned a gun. But in the unlikely event someone showed up in the middle of the night, uninvited, I'd like to greet them with something besides my MacBook in my hands. Scott recommends a side-by-side double-barrel 20 gauge.

I know. I'm as surprised as you are.

Bonus Image: Ejectile Dysfunction

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[Edward]

Never would've thought I'd hear (or read where, by the way, it is preserved for ever) such a "rightish" message from smays.