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Tuesday, September 06, 2005
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Mini-photoblog...
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Well, as you know, we had Markie up for a visit for the weekend. We had originally planned to go up to NH for a camping trip, but that plan was thwarted by our 4-year-old with, shall we say, gastric disturbances. Anyhow, switching to plan "B", on Sunday we packed a bunch-o-stuff and pile-o-food into the van and headed off to spend the day at the sportsman's club that we belong to. It is one of our collective favorite places. Sue and I have been going there since long before we were married, and all of our kids grew up hanging around there. It has the feel of an extension of our own home. Markie, being the newcomer to all of this, was maybe a bit suspicious. Now I figured that growing up in the south and all, that all of this would be old hat, and that being around a few guns would make him "happier than a dead pig in a mudhole." I was wrong. Apparently, Mark had never done any of this before. But in spite of being a bit nervous, he was a great sport and gave it a try. After watching Chaz effortlessly dust a bunch of clays on the trap field, Markie got up on the line, 12 gauge in hand, and with just a bit of coaching managed to break a very respectable number of clays, particularly for a first-timer. After the A, Mrs. made us all a tasty lunch, we moved down to the rifle range. Once again, Markie managed an impressive performance for a first timer, placing hits at 100 yards on a target just 11" X 17". When Cassie got up to shoot, Mark looked on nervously, due either to the ease with which she handled the rifle or that smirk on her face, though I'm not exactly sure which it was. Things where going along fine until we where attacked by a roving band of enemy soda cans. We had no choice but to call in our crack sniper, who came complete with her own spotter. The cans started getting pretty agressive, so Chaz laid down a wall of suppressing fire, while Tess finished off the last of the troube makers. This was all too much for Drewie, who became a peace activist. All I can say about this is: The apple does not fall far from the tree. |
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