Shotgun Valentine's Day.
We spent the afternoon at Pacific Rod and Gun Club. Our instructor was named Walt. Sharp as a tack. Well, maybe not on everything. But definitely when it came to guns. Bossier than heck. Says working at the gun club keeps him young. When he opened his trunk, I about fell over. It looked EXACTLY like the inside of dad's trunk full of all his "gun toys!"
All in all, we had a blast shooting at clay pigeons and getting instructions from Walt. Of course, more misses than hits. And I've got a big bruise on my arm to prove where I was positioning my guy WRONG. Oh well. I'll know better for next time.
Here are some pictures of our outing.
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