Stopped out at my mom…

Adventures, Observations

Stopped out at my mom and dad’s house last night and dusted a few clay birds. I always forget how much fun it is to shoot until I’m doing it. Moreover, I got to shoot L’s Beretta, which only added to the pleasure.

New thought: Shooting is more fun than a lot of other things people do: more relaxing than golf, more satisfying than basketball. Note to self, “Shoot guns more often.”