STiTkacik
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Today, my a few of my wife's friends were throwing a baby shower for her and I thought it would be the perfect opportunity for my father and I to go out and do something fun. Knowing that he just got his .22 from when he was a kid (He's now 54, I'm 24.) refurbished and operational again, I invited him down to a friend's farm to shoot targets with me.
Although we had fun shooting the .22, the real fun began when I pulled out the clay thrower and the 20 guage.
Well, to make a long story short, my father and I really bonded again. It had been a long time since he and I had done anything fun together, and today's clay busting fun really brought out all those fun memories of the past again. He was hollering like a kid after each clay he broke. And really, for a first timer, he wasn't half bad. He was really doing well on doubles.
THIS is why I love shotgun sports.
Thanks for listening.
Although we had fun shooting the .22, the real fun began when I pulled out the clay thrower and the 20 guage.
Well, to make a long story short, my father and I really bonded again. It had been a long time since he and I had done anything fun together, and today's clay busting fun really brought out all those fun memories of the past again. He was hollering like a kid after each clay he broke. And really, for a first timer, he wasn't half bad. He was really doing well on doubles.
THIS is why I love shotgun sports.
Thanks for listening.
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