Jon came home laden with groceries and fired up to go target shooting. See, he asked me yesterday how I felt about squirrel for dinner. I told him, "They are better than deer.". Which is true. I've never shot a squirrel, but remember eating squirrel one summer in Texas. It was good. In preparation, I figured Jon would take out his .22 and go target shooting. But he surprised me by announcing tonight that we were ALL going target shooting.
Well, button me britches, the posse and I got dressed as quickly as we could and off we went. (Don't judge. We were all still in our jammies at 5pm.)
James wanted to know how we were going to target shoot, to which I told him we owned a gun. "You've been keeping secrets!" he cried. "We don't keep secrets!". Man, he totally got me on that one. While it is true, Jon and I grew up shooting guns, we've sheltered our kids from that aspect of life. Until today. Today, Jon decided they were ready to experience target shooting.
*small note here: James did go target shooting with his Grandpa James a year ago, but it was just James and his Grandpa. So I consider this the first target shooting experience, since I didn't get to see that outing.*
Off we went to Grandpa's, where we spent an enjoyable evening target shooting. I didn't do too bad for a girl who hasn't picked up a gun in 10 years. A gun that hasn't been shot in 10 years. Needs to be sighted. Yep, I still got it after all this time.
Kodiak cans are good for something.
Hope you had an enjoyable evening. We are lazy hands, hearts and heads, spending the day lazing about.