(a clay bird, that is. not the middle finger.)
Two things you need to know about me:
- I bruise like a peach.
- I shoot like a girl.
and #2 enhances #1.
Dad, Jules, and I went on a clay shootin’ extravaganza last week in Washburn, TN. Holler. It was a beautiful day. We were totally out in the boonies and I absolutely loved it. The place was kind of like a frisbee golf course–only instead of throwing frisbees, you shoot clay discs that fly out of no where pretending to be feux birds. Our trapper, Jonah, went to Granger County High School and was an absolute character. He told us he ran the school–top of his class, the school mascott, ‘nough said. It’s pretty safe to say he made fun of me every time I shot the gun. Which was 50 times. Oh, and I only hit 4 clays with all of those 50 shots. So I suppose he had reason to make fun of me.
Shout out to Groupon for the kickin’ deal. (That’s probably more of a shout out from Dad since he paid.)
Loved spending the afternoon with Pops and Julesy. Cheers to learning how to successfully load a 12-gauge shotgun. Maybe next time I’ll improve my gun holding and aiming skills.