Shooting range

My dad wanted to go shooting with me and his friend Jeff on Thursday.  I asked them to wait until Clarkie got out of school, then I abducted him and forced him to go shooting (OK it wasn't a very difficult thing to convince him to do).

Clarky: Natural born killer

After playing video games with Clark like Call of Duty, I forgot how hard it is to shoot a gun in real life.  We were only 15 yards away from our targets and none of us could consistently hit the middle of the target.

 

Smoked 'em

Afterwards we went and shot some clay pigeons.  I won with a 16 out of 25, not too shabby.  Guns are a fun activity at the shooting range, but I don't think I'll be joining the NRA anytime soon.  Guns don't shoot targets, I shoot targets!