When we first moved in here we did a lot of cleaning up. A LOT of cleaning up. This place was trashed - literally. We must have picked up a thousand beer bottle tops, lots of beer bottles and just general trash all over the yard. We had to get one of those construction dumpsters delivered to get rid of it all. Ick.
But, one day Wayne was cleaning out the handyman shed and tucked up in the rafters he found a brand spanking new, still in the box, .22 rifle. FUN! Of course we loaded it up and tried it out. I love this thing! It is so easy to shoot.
Last weekend we put up all the pets, set up some targets and shot the gun off of the second story porch. EXACTLY! How fun is that?!?!?!
Of course we had a blast with it and my son had a great time. There is no danger of shooting anything or anyone on the back of our property (unless of course you shouldn't be there in the first place in which case I don't feel bad about shooting you at all) as we are extremely careful about gun safety. Lots of people target practice on their property around here (as you already know from yesterday's post). This is not something you can do living in Atlanta really. Here are the results:
Heh............country fun. If we ever get ambushed by milk cartons - we should be fine.