Need to say I've never shot a skeet. Or a clay pigeon, or whatever those little crunchy disks are. Never really knew what a Skeet Shoot was until a friend had one. I went. I saw. I would love to have had the courage to try - but not with 50 other good shots present!
So, when a Volunteer offered to set a skeet shoot up on the property for our Warrior weekend, well, it's the Hill Country! How could I not?
The photo above is a necessary item. It hurls the clay pigeons into the air, for any willing body to shoot.
This is Mike Tally. He is the skeet-shooting instructor. Thank Goodness, because every man, woman, and child present for the Warrior Weekend chose to learn to shoot skeet. Turns out, nobody in the group had ever done so. Shoot an AK whatever, sure. But not a skeet... I mean, clay pigeon...
Mike did good. Really good. Everyone had a blast. oops...
Some of us watched. In the shade. With earplugs.
It was a great afternoon. A real hit. (oops again). For a first time here at the ranch, it went extremely well. Mike did good. (Did I say that already?) We had proper use of a firearm instruction, earplugs, signed waivers, and a pellet gun for the kiddies...
It was awesome.
And no one went hungry, either. Many pigeons were shot. None were eaten. We had a Cowboy barbeque waitin' in the wings... (oops again)
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