Clay Pigeons, Photographs + Judgmental Looks
What are, “Three things that can be shot at Ben Avery Shooting Range,” Alec.
I found myself walking a clay pigeon shooting range course with Adam and Matt yesterday. Add this to the lengthy list of “things I never thought I’d do, but actually turned out to be fairly entertaining.” I didn’t shoot a thing, other than the aforementioned photographs and judgmental looks, but I did enjoy the wildlife, time with the boys, and being fully immersed in a Wild West gun culture that I’ve otherwise successfully sheltered myself from.
Think lots of big trucks. Big men. Huge guns. Now, also think sports cars. Tiny women. Smaller guns. Everything in between was represented at the range. And the judgment should have been on me for being so snotty about being outside of my element.
Guns are not my cup of tea. I don’t care to ever own, shoot or have one in my house. That said, to each is own. And these boys had a blast with their target practice. I spent a bit of time in the sun, photographing flowers. Missions accomplished.