ammo-st amusing afternoon

So, a few weeks ago I learned how to shoot my first gun. Yes, that's right I am now Yosemite Sam with guns blaring, holsters slapping. I'm a chaw-packing true Vermonter with dead-on aim.

Our friend and neighbor, Joe, invited us along to his friend's sand pit to test our aim with an afternoon of skeet shooting. Joe's friend, Flinn, is THE ultimate outdoorsman. All men must bow before his manliness. He IS the Outdoors Channel on TV, he is National Geographic, he is a redneck, an athlete. He is the magic that hides within a man's beard. Flinn brought the gear, gave us some lessons and don't worry (Mom) he made sure everybody was safe. I was extremely determined to smash those skeet since I've been bragging that I'm sure I'd be a good shot because of my steady photographer's hand and precision aim. What I didn't take into account was that the crosshairs of a gun are a tad bit different than the 12 focus points in my camera's viewfinder. I hit nothing but am sure practice will make perfect, I'm just not sure when I'll ever be able to practice - seeing as how I refuse to have guns or ammo anywhere near my house.

Jason getting ready to fire the .45 caliber handgun.

Jason after shooting the .45 caliber handgun. It's that loud.