My dad loves to go target shooting, especially trap shooting. He has his own trap launcher and even reloads his own shotgun shells in his lab at home. The sons-in-law and even grandsons enjoy loading shells and going shooting. My mom watched Callie one morning so Davis and I could go trap shooting with Russ and my dad. Don't worry -- Davis was just in charge of pushing the button to launch the traps. But he didn't really enjoy it -- he thought it was too loud, even with his headphones, so he ended up hiding out in the car. He is definitely my kid! I used to watch fireworks on the 4th of July from within the safety of my house when I was a kid...
setting up the trap launcher
happy face -- obviously we haven't started shooting yet
smile -- he still hasn't pushed the elusive launching button
It's always best to pose for pictures before anything loud and unsettling happens.
Notice my dad is wearing a special padded vest.
He has obviously shot his rifle many times.
That weapon will bruise your shoulder in half a second flat -- it's got a kick, baby!
Wish we could have borrowed the vest while we shot...maybe next time.
I realize that I look awkward and unnatural in this photo.
That gun was heavy, people!
I am posting this photo to document that I have been there, done that.
And I did hit a clay pigeon.
But I'm not disclosing how many shots it took.
This picture must be out of order because by this time, Davis was in the car.
The pro
