Range Day! Range Day! Party Time! Excellent!
Spent-what, four hours yesterday? shooting, and the decompression was so fast I nearly got the bends.
Several hundreds of rounds of 45 went down range, and even more 22, and some 9, and then we moved to the trap range and shot a full case of 12 gauge at a full case of clays.
Most of the clays were safe. The safest place to be, when we’re shooting trap, is apparently, the air anywhere over the trap range.
A pair of red shouldered hawks kept circling overhead, fully aware of our ineptitude.
Any day at the range day is a good day (assuming no injuries).
I pose the same danger to clays as you do. My boy knocks them down and laughs at me.
We took a 12-pack of cheap soda out the other day to shoot. That was fun – poor man’s reactive targets. A Mosin does mean things to ginger ale.