Superreverb
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Title's a bit of a rook, but I contacted Fearless Leader McCracken a few days ago and gave him a head's up on some recent goings-on. It was posted a while back that my Twins had accompanied me out to PGC for a bit of Geezing and an introduction to the "Shooting Sports." Teach them young, teach them right, nuture them, and they will be fine.
I'm an audio engineer - a sound man (although some would argue differently - most notably ex-girlfriends and, occasionally, my Wife. I work with a great bunch of guys, some of whom own shotguns. They are known as "The Seldom Scene," sort of like Parker A-1 Specials... seldom scene....
Well, we got invited to play The White House last Tuesday for The Admin Picnic. Our Families were invited to join us, so I figured what better way to further my Twinseses march toward responsible, shotgunning responsibility than to trust them to behave at the most secure installation on the entire frikkin' Planet....
Hopefully, I can make this pictorial more on-topic than off-topic. Let's see......
Under this flag, our 2A Rights are affirmed - rights that my future generation will, hopefully, enjoy:
Our banjo player, Ben, and I arrived at first and were ushered into the Reception Room. I signed the guest book. My full name, of course - the same one I have to put on a 4473 when I buy a used 870:
After hanging out for a while inside, we went out to the South Lawn to soundcheck. I was looking out over this beautiful, expansive lawn and counting how many trap fields they could put in back there. On the way back in, we ran into one of the First Pooches. This is Beasley - obviously not a bird-dog:
Through the Rose Garden doors, Barney was waiting for his turn to go out, so I knelt down, offered my hand for a sniff, and commenced to petting and praising him - he's not a bird-dog either...
Our Families were finally allowed in and we all met them in the Reception Room. Will and Miranda, future shotgunners both (I bought them a near new 870 Express in 28-ga), got to sign The White House guestbook. Like proper fit and swing, good penmanship pays off:
All of us were then treated to a very informal and detailed tour of The White House. Will and I had my wife take a picture of us under one of our favorite Presidents - a fellow shooter, by the way:
The portraits in The White House are like fine Purdys. Here's my Wife deep in thought with JFK:
And just like a needed sit-down breather in the middle of a 100-bird round of Sporting Clays - a moment to relax on one of the beautiful little sofas in "The Red Room":
The picnic was about to start so we were guided outside so we could grab some food before the rush. On the way, my daughter, Miranda paused in The Rose Garden. Not only is she becoming adept at the Brister Method of BB-gun/ping-pong ball training, she also quite good at fashioning impromptu hats. Here, she's modeling one that was hastily fashioned from a White House cocktail napkin:
Money shot - sitting on hay bales on the South Lawn with The Marine Corps Band playing in the background:
Our hosts are coming:
"Hello there!!!":
And - the subject of a past post about the future generation of shotgunners gets his turn!! He looks a bit shell-shocked, but he'd been there for 6-1/2-hours at that point. Will, my Wife, and The President (Girl-twin was off playing with her friends and some Cabinet Menber kids....):
I hear there's good bird hunting down in Crawford, TX. What gun does everyone think The President uses?
I'm an audio engineer - a sound man (although some would argue differently - most notably ex-girlfriends and, occasionally, my Wife. I work with a great bunch of guys, some of whom own shotguns. They are known as "The Seldom Scene," sort of like Parker A-1 Specials... seldom scene....
Well, we got invited to play The White House last Tuesday for The Admin Picnic. Our Families were invited to join us, so I figured what better way to further my Twinseses march toward responsible, shotgunning responsibility than to trust them to behave at the most secure installation on the entire frikkin' Planet....
Hopefully, I can make this pictorial more on-topic than off-topic. Let's see......
Under this flag, our 2A Rights are affirmed - rights that my future generation will, hopefully, enjoy:
Our banjo player, Ben, and I arrived at first and were ushered into the Reception Room. I signed the guest book. My full name, of course - the same one I have to put on a 4473 when I buy a used 870:
After hanging out for a while inside, we went out to the South Lawn to soundcheck. I was looking out over this beautiful, expansive lawn and counting how many trap fields they could put in back there. On the way back in, we ran into one of the First Pooches. This is Beasley - obviously not a bird-dog:
Through the Rose Garden doors, Barney was waiting for his turn to go out, so I knelt down, offered my hand for a sniff, and commenced to petting and praising him - he's not a bird-dog either...
Our Families were finally allowed in and we all met them in the Reception Room. Will and Miranda, future shotgunners both (I bought them a near new 870 Express in 28-ga), got to sign The White House guestbook. Like proper fit and swing, good penmanship pays off:
All of us were then treated to a very informal and detailed tour of The White House. Will and I had my wife take a picture of us under one of our favorite Presidents - a fellow shooter, by the way:
The portraits in The White House are like fine Purdys. Here's my Wife deep in thought with JFK:
And just like a needed sit-down breather in the middle of a 100-bird round of Sporting Clays - a moment to relax on one of the beautiful little sofas in "The Red Room":
The picnic was about to start so we were guided outside so we could grab some food before the rush. On the way, my daughter, Miranda paused in The Rose Garden. Not only is she becoming adept at the Brister Method of BB-gun/ping-pong ball training, she also quite good at fashioning impromptu hats. Here, she's modeling one that was hastily fashioned from a White House cocktail napkin:
Money shot - sitting on hay bales on the South Lawn with The Marine Corps Band playing in the background:
Our hosts are coming:
"Hello there!!!":
And - the subject of a past post about the future generation of shotgunners gets his turn!! He looks a bit shell-shocked, but he'd been there for 6-1/2-hours at that point. Will, my Wife, and The President (Girl-twin was off playing with her friends and some Cabinet Menber kids....):
I hear there's good bird hunting down in Crawford, TX. What gun does everyone think The President uses?
