This past August I went home for a visit and one day we headed out to my uncle's land for an afternoon that could only happen in the country! It was filled with guns, shooting, a 4-wheeler, a flooded crick (not creek...crick), family, sunflower seeds, and sunshine.
I shot three guns. The first one was a .22. I was kind of nervous about the kick-back, but it wasn't bad at all!
First time I shot a gun. How's my grouping?
Then I shot the assault rifle that is in this picture, which was pretty awesome. It even had the legs on the muzzle. It was intense.
But...the coolest gun I shot was one my grandpa George made...and I mean made. (Sorry I don't have a good picture.) He carved the wood from a block into gun. My grandpa passed away when I was a baby. If he had still been around, I think he would have been out showing me what to do. Not that I would give up the experience I had my dad and uncles (they are pretty awesome) but it would have been great to have him there.
I have fulfilled goal #12...learn to shoot a gun.
Yours affectionately,
A.H.
No comments:
Post a Comment