Since this is my 'random' life story, I'm interrupting my family travel log with some guns. No, not my amazingly ripped muscles (spectacular as they are...).... REAL guns. Made of steel. And power. And really tough things.
Last weekend Seth and I went out to the west desert with my parents to do some good old fashion shooting. Ok, maybe it wasn't 'old fashioned' per se, but it was fun and we liked it. However, before the shooting began we had to find some wild horses. What else were we going to use for target practice? I jest! I jest! We just looked at the horses (and maybe corralled them with our car) and admired their untamed beauty.
The wild west.
It was a very windy day... note the dust storm in the background.
After watching the horses for a while we loaded up our weapons and did some shooting... Fred style. My dad likes to mix things up a bit with rapid fire, quick draw, and timed obstacle courses. Not your average plinking by any means...
Dad starts things out with the 357 Magnum revolver.
Then it was onto the quick draw with a 9mm Smith and Wesson.
I must have been surprised that I actually hit something.
Next was the obstacle course with the AR-15. Most fun I ever had losing.
Next came the hunting rifles. I got to try out the lever action 30/30. Sweet.
We pretty much fit the profile of gun nuts.
Even Mom joined us... didn't do any shooting this time but she had the fastest knitting needles in the west!
I am the law.
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