My friend of some 27 years or so, Laura, came to visit me for a few days. She is always off and about participating in Hunt Tests with her 6 Labrador Retrievers. Fortunately for me some of the locations are in or near my County so she always makes sure she has the extra days to come 'play' in the forest. We always have some 'kick A**' fun. We only had 2 days (actually one and a half days) but we managed to pack a lot in. Usually anytime she comes we always work her dogs and take a quad ride of course, but this time we packed two of my .22 rifles onto the quads to do a little 'plinking'. Laura comes from the same 'background' as me, but this was her first time shooting a .22 rifle. You wouldn't have known it, that's for sure. I have a great spot that is level yet has hillsides that are behind the targets. It is a really remote area, but safety is still a must. We hung balloons from a fallen log, from trees, and placed a nice little target up.
This is where we were positioned to shoot. You don't see the balloons? Yeah, well........once Laura started shooting, well....ummm...let's just say that she left me one, I repeat, ONE balloon. Watching her was like watching someone shooting the little ducks at a County Fair booth. Here's a closeup photo of the balloons before she went 'wild'.
Thankfully I carry a handy supply of balloons. We wiped out all of the balloons and then attacked the individual targets placed on the large target.
Then we attacked a paint can we found lying in the dirt. Attacked a blue plastic container we found lying in the dirt. Laura even attacked the pine cones hanging from a large tree. Every time we thought we were done Laura would say "Oh, let's just re-load one more time". When you've got a 'brick' of .22 ammo, you can stay as long as you want.
Obviously we stayed there for quite awhile. Wasn't all that warm out, in fact we were literally freezing, but we were having fun.
As you can tell from the video I should be better at throwing 'marks' for Laura and her dogs, and I have to admit I am getting better, but some of my earlier days I would throw the bumper and it would go behind me or even straight up over my head. But I won't complain, at least this time I wasn't throwing a dead duck. No complaints. No complaints at all.
After working the dogs we came back home, ate a 7-bone roast that had been cooking all day and watched a movie. A lousy movie I might add. You know - one of those movies that you just keep saying "It should get better any time now", to which it never did. Thankfully we got to pause the movie when my son 'skyped' us. His antics kept Laura and I amused, to say the least.
I think Laura needs to come back - I'm pretty sure she forgot the basics of our old Police Academy days. You ALWAYS clean your guns. But.......yeah.....I'm gonna let her slide this time, seeing how she made some pretty 'killer' fudge while she was here.
