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Sunday, a day to relax, a day to spend with family. A day I thought would be nice to spend some leisurely time at the skeet range warming up for dove season.
So I load up a couple of guns, a bunch of shells and Matt (my 5 year old) and head to the range. We have it all to ourselves. I unlock the houses, run out the cable, power up the traps and set a chair up for Matt at station 4.
I explain the buttons on the controller...high house, low house and doubles. He nods. I set up at station 6 and call for a bird. "Low house" and a glimpse the bird as it sails past me...from the high house. I explain again....he looks at me like I'm daft and nods again.
I call for another low house, he gets it right and I bust it. Good start. We do a few lows, a few highs and I move to station 5. He's itchin' to hit the double button so after a few birds I call for a double. I hit the low house and missed the high...then see another bird sail out of the high house....but my SxS is empty. I look at Matt...he grins.
I'm tired of yelling for the birds and it's time to get serious, dove season is full of surprises so I tell Matt to surprise me. He lets loose with a low house followed by a double. It took me both shots to hit the one...I watch two birds fly by with out even a shot fired. I look at Matt....he grins. I cuss, silently under my breath.
"Surprise me again...but just one this time" A double...I almost saw the second one....little mumble griumble...from his mother's side
I get psyched up....sure enough a double, I powder the first, chip the second, break open the gun, ditch the shells, reload and get one of the next set of doubles, and nab the next single. I'm proud of this accomplishment and glance at Matt...as he thumbs the low house button again. Dang.
I decide to put up the twin barrel and grab my serious shotgun, an 870 that holds 6 + 1, 20 inch barrel, rifle sights, cylinder bore. Let it rip Matthew...
Doubles, followed by singles followed by doubles, reloading again....things are getting intense. I'm fumbling shells....busting a few birds....getting a workout.....while he sits in the chair....he's taunting me...little juvenile sadist.
I put a lot of lead in the air. Matt is having a ball pushing buttons as fast as he can. When the timer finally shuts the traps off I breathe a sigh of relief.
I close up the range. Load the gear. Matt helps pickup spent shells and we hop in the Jeep. Matt takes a pull off his Dr. Pepper, looks at me and says "You're not very good at this"
Little grummmble mummmble.....got to be his mothers side.....
So I load up a couple of guns, a bunch of shells and Matt (my 5 year old) and head to the range. We have it all to ourselves. I unlock the houses, run out the cable, power up the traps and set a chair up for Matt at station 4.
I explain the buttons on the controller...high house, low house and doubles. He nods. I set up at station 6 and call for a bird. "Low house" and a glimpse the bird as it sails past me...from the high house. I explain again....he looks at me like I'm daft and nods again.
I call for another low house, he gets it right and I bust it. Good start. We do a few lows, a few highs and I move to station 5. He's itchin' to hit the double button so after a few birds I call for a double. I hit the low house and missed the high...then see another bird sail out of the high house....but my SxS is empty. I look at Matt...he grins.
I'm tired of yelling for the birds and it's time to get serious, dove season is full of surprises so I tell Matt to surprise me. He lets loose with a low house followed by a double. It took me both shots to hit the one...I watch two birds fly by with out even a shot fired. I look at Matt....he grins. I cuss, silently under my breath.
"Surprise me again...but just one this time" A double...I almost saw the second one....little mumble griumble...from his mother's side
I get psyched up....sure enough a double, I powder the first, chip the second, break open the gun, ditch the shells, reload and get one of the next set of doubles, and nab the next single. I'm proud of this accomplishment and glance at Matt...as he thumbs the low house button again. Dang.
I decide to put up the twin barrel and grab my serious shotgun, an 870 that holds 6 + 1, 20 inch barrel, rifle sights, cylinder bore. Let it rip Matthew...
Doubles, followed by singles followed by doubles, reloading again....things are getting intense. I'm fumbling shells....busting a few birds....getting a workout.....while he sits in the chair....he's taunting me...little juvenile sadist.
I put a lot of lead in the air. Matt is having a ball pushing buttons as fast as he can. When the timer finally shuts the traps off I breathe a sigh of relief.
I close up the range. Load the gear. Matt helps pickup spent shells and we hop in the Jeep. Matt takes a pull off his Dr. Pepper, looks at me and says "You're not very good at this"
Little grummmble mummmble.....got to be his mothers side.....