Demi-human
maybe likes firearms a little bit…
But I know I was the most proud!
Every time there was a bang, there was a Plink!
At fifty two feet he went five for five on the eight inch plates. He only began to miss on the three inchers!
I am so proud of my Son! My face hurts from smiling!
I have always asked the kids if they want to go with me. Usually I get a "No thanks
Dadi." from my daughter and little bear follows suit. Legos and Grandma and competing with your sister are more enticing when you're six, I guess. But not last night.
It was as if a light switch was flipped. This day he said "Next time you go to do your gun shooting you have to bwing me, OK, Dadi?" (I will miss when he doesn't talk like Elmer Fudd anymore.)
He has gone before, once. Three shots I think it was. His sister, too. Then the mosquitos got to them.
So today we loaded up his Wed Wascel Wifle and went to put holes in a target for the "Rimfire Prove it" match. We started a warm up with the four rules and silly things that would never happen but should always be watched for. We then got to ringing the steel. He loved it. I loved it. I loved that he loved it! We were so happy. Just us guys hanging out!
When it was time to give the match a go I shot mine as quickly as I could. He wanted to get some more shots in!
My silly, unfocused little boy was transformed. I was worried that he may get restless or bored. But not once did he touch the trigger out of turn. It was as if he understood how important this was. Sitting still in class? Nope. Listening while I explain why we don't throw cats? Uh, no. (Poor, Oreo.)
But doing Shooting Stuff with Dadi? He was attentive and cool. Like he didn't want to mess this up.
He is so serious!
(Cease fire called on the firing line for picture.)
I could not be more proud of Little Bear! Did I say I was Happy?
Every time there was a bang, there was a Plink!
At fifty two feet he went five for five on the eight inch plates. He only began to miss on the three inchers!
I am so proud of my Son! My face hurts from smiling!
I have always asked the kids if they want to go with me. Usually I get a "No thanks
Dadi." from my daughter and little bear follows suit. Legos and Grandma and competing with your sister are more enticing when you're six, I guess. But not last night.
It was as if a light switch was flipped. This day he said "Next time you go to do your gun shooting you have to bwing me, OK, Dadi?" (I will miss when he doesn't talk like Elmer Fudd anymore.)
He has gone before, once. Three shots I think it was. His sister, too. Then the mosquitos got to them.
So today we loaded up his Wed Wascel Wifle and went to put holes in a target for the "Rimfire Prove it" match. We started a warm up with the four rules and silly things that would never happen but should always be watched for. We then got to ringing the steel. He loved it. I loved it. I loved that he loved it! We were so happy. Just us guys hanging out!
When it was time to give the match a go I shot mine as quickly as I could. He wanted to get some more shots in!
My silly, unfocused little boy was transformed. I was worried that he may get restless or bored. But not once did he touch the trigger out of turn. It was as if he understood how important this was. Sitting still in class? Nope. Listening while I explain why we don't throw cats? Uh, no. (Poor, Oreo.)
But doing Shooting Stuff with Dadi? He was attentive and cool. Like he didn't want to mess this up.
He is so serious!
(Cease fire called on the firing line for picture.)
I could not be more proud of Little Bear! Did I say I was Happy?
