GigaBuist
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My extended family is rife with hunters, with the typical assortment of firearms for such purposes among them. I'm not a hunter myself, largely because my father wasn't either. Something about running alongside deer in his younger years in a peacable manner that put him off to it.
Never the less, he's still got a shotgun laying about and always did like busting clays back in the days of his youth. Keeps its use down to woodchucks that invite themselves into the family greenhouse.
The old man and I don't have much in common these days, since I gave up competitoin in running events, but he always did have fun destroying clay birds. As luck would have it I got into the sport recently.. so I invited him out.
Took a few weeks to make it happen. One day he forgot, and ended up working the whole day away from his phone. The next week he ran off on a vacation without telling me. After that he threw his back out so bad he couldn't barely walk, so shotgunning was out of the question.
This week? Well, everything was in order. Told him not to bother bringing his own gun, which is of an unknown origin, 20 gauge, apparently from pre GCA '68 days. Not saying there's anything wrong with it, but I've got better stuff for him to use. Nothing fancy, just an 870 Wingmaster with a chipped foreend.
So, I fixed him up with ear plugs, eye protection, a shotgun, some ammo, and paid the range fees. He was slightly put off by the last part but I reminded him the he paid for my college education.
We hit the line, my buddy with his 870 Wingmaster, my dad running my 870 Wingmaster, and me with a NEF 20 gauge. Well, dad beat me both times. He did accuse me of giving him blanks after the 1st two stations though.
Good times... and after seeing his bruise while swimming about in the pool afterwards we laughed a bit. He's definately got that shotun shouldered wrong. He's geeked about doing it again though... and that's good.
Never the less, he's still got a shotgun laying about and always did like busting clays back in the days of his youth. Keeps its use down to woodchucks that invite themselves into the family greenhouse.
The old man and I don't have much in common these days, since I gave up competitoin in running events, but he always did have fun destroying clay birds. As luck would have it I got into the sport recently.. so I invited him out.
Took a few weeks to make it happen. One day he forgot, and ended up working the whole day away from his phone. The next week he ran off on a vacation without telling me. After that he threw his back out so bad he couldn't barely walk, so shotgunning was out of the question.
This week? Well, everything was in order. Told him not to bother bringing his own gun, which is of an unknown origin, 20 gauge, apparently from pre GCA '68 days. Not saying there's anything wrong with it, but I've got better stuff for him to use. Nothing fancy, just an 870 Wingmaster with a chipped foreend.
So, I fixed him up with ear plugs, eye protection, a shotgun, some ammo, and paid the range fees. He was slightly put off by the last part but I reminded him the he paid for my college education.
We hit the line, my buddy with his 870 Wingmaster, my dad running my 870 Wingmaster, and me with a NEF 20 gauge. Well, dad beat me both times. He did accuse me of giving him blanks after the 1st two stations though.
Good times... and after seeing his bruise while swimming about in the pool afterwards we laughed a bit. He's definately got that shotun shouldered wrong. He's geeked about doing it again though... and that's good.