Had a couple of beautiful days here in Southern Colorado yesterday and today. My son Jimmy and his family were here with us. Yesterday we hauled wood and shot rifles, and this morning, hauled hay with Jimmy's BIL and his GF Denise helping. We decided to reward ourselves by shooting some clays this afternoon.
Now, I've been shooting the two 28 ga guns I picked up last spring and summer, an 870 and a Baikal sxs. I've been blaming my misses on 3/4 oz of shot and "28 ga can't reach that far".
Sandy asked Jimmy if he had his shotgun and he said, "yeah, but I might play with dad's 28s".
Dang kid picked up that little 870 and proceeded to smoke just about everything thrown out in front of him. On one, he pulled Steve's trick of 2/1 when he broke the bird, and then smoked the still spinning center.
All my excuses just went down the tubes...
Now, I've been shooting the two 28 ga guns I picked up last spring and summer, an 870 and a Baikal sxs. I've been blaming my misses on 3/4 oz of shot and "28 ga can't reach that far".
Sandy asked Jimmy if he had his shotgun and he said, "yeah, but I might play with dad's 28s".
Dang kid picked up that little 870 and proceeded to smoke just about everything thrown out in front of him. On one, he pulled Steve's trick of 2/1 when he broke the bird, and then smoked the still spinning center.
All my excuses just went down the tubes...