Daddy's Got a Gun
Sunday was spent shootin'. A group went bird hunting and didn't get anything, so we shot some targets and some clay rock. That is my dad, sighting in his rifle. If my parents had a front porch to speak of, he probably would have been cleaning it out there the first time Andy came over. That never happened, though, and now they shoot each others' guns (giggle) so I guess he's beyond playing the threatening role.
I shot a lot of guns, and Dad says almost for sure he'll give me a .22 rifle - hells yeah! I'm glad we brought him along to Deer Camp this year! Next year I'll make clay rock my bitch!
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