Today Jeepers organized our Mandatory Fun for November. It was all top secret. We knew only that we would be outdoors, and that there would not be extensive walking.
At the last minute he and Meredith offered to feed everyone hash for lunch, which was yummy. The surprise was on them when the supply of hash was halved (mysteriously), so they supplemented with grilled cheese sandwiches. There were no complaints.
After lunch, we made our way to a remote area behind the stables (not the Show Barn, but the old stables), and lo and behold, Jeepers had set up tables and targets, and we had a *blast* shooting off three types of handguns.
Turns out all the female participants, and not one of the male participants, today are holders of the CHL (concealed handgun license). Despite all my “expertise”, I had never thought about this: Jeepers says it’s best to practice with a .22 pistol because the ammo is so much less expensive. Then take your three or four shots with your larger caliber handgun.
I’m always amazed when my little brother shows so much common sense. I should learn to expect that more!
With the .22’s we shot at paper targets, then when we switched to larger and larger caliber handguns, the targets became long-expired cans of diet soda and beer. What fun! Two of us would shoot at once, and when the cans were hit, they would spray or explode or foam up. Sometimes the cans would fly, sometimes we would knock down three cans with a single shot (I got good at this), and sometimes the can would stay in place and the liquid would stream in all directions.
Jeepers provided the protective ear and eyewear, and an ice chest full of water for us. When we were finished, it took about 60 seconds for the nine of us to gather up all the detritus and head back to work, remembering afresh that camp is fun!