This is for the first week
So after state convention I was looking forward to getting
to sleep in for a change. Except that was not the case at all. Ryan, the music
minister at our church, got a new rifle recently. So my dad, brother, Randy,
Ryan, and I decided to have a range day Saturday to let him sight in his new
rifle. This meant instead of sleeping in that morning we had to wake up early
to beat out the rain and any other people. Before we could go to the range we
had to make a Wal-Mart run. There we picked up ammo, sandbags, and breakfast.
Which for me consisted of a coke and a bag of beef jerky. When we all got to
the range we were the only ones there and it had not started to rain yet. We
got all of the gear and weapons out of the truck and went to go set out
targets. All of us except for Ryan started at 100 yards; he started closer just
to make sure he was on paper. I started out pretty rusty and took a few groups
to really get settled in. By the end of the day I was shooting a lot better
than how I had started. My last group of the day was touching at 200 yards. We left
around lunch and went back to the house. Then around five my brother and I went
out with our youth group to Drop Zone in Brookland. We had a lot of fun and all
got to play on the same team because a group was there for a birthday party.
Which made me feel kind of bad when we kept beating them. We won every game
except the last one, which was stacked in their favor. I guess that’s fine
though, at least they won one for that person’s birthday. After that we all went
out to eat and finally got back that night, where I finally got to take some
time off after State Convention.
Harrison McCall
Harrison, upon reading the title to this blog post I was automatically intrigued, as it reads "shooting targets and friends" I assumed this was going to be a tragic story about a practice shoot gone wrong and now im going to tell you all about what I initially expected this blog to be about. its a sunny sunday afternoon after church and you and gabe decide to go practice shooting at some targets. all is well and you are killing it, hitting the bullsye/key organs more times than not and one shot is just a doosey and you knock the target over. your fearless pal gabe goes to retrieve the arrow and make right the target you took down with brute force. alas, you don't notice gabe is still hanging aound the now upright target searching for more lost arrows and you use a your last sheathed arrow to annihilate that target. but your skills falter and the speedy arrow sails strait into gabe poes left quad. the end. after this I soon realized you were talking about shooting a rifle and that no one was harmed. I hope you enjoyed this. have a swell remainder of your summer and don't make my misconception and the story that accompanied it a reality. this is Sydney adams 20th comment :)
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ReplyDeleteI wish that I could have been there, I would have been a really fun time and it would have been a great time for bonding. I haven't been out to shoot guns ever since the accident at my uncle Eddie's (Eddie Wilson) house. We would go over there because he lived outside of city limits and we could shoot the guns without getting in trouble. It was always good fun and when he finishes rebuilding we are going to go out and shoot guns again. I might even invite you. Keep up the great writing and have a great school year.
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