DrMike
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- Nov 8, 2006
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After work today, I took two of the grandchildren, my daughter and her husband, and my wife to the range. We shot a few rifles, introducing one of the granddaughters to shooting and letting the youngest reacquaint herself with shooting. We enjoyed a barbeque after burning through several boxes of .22 LR ammo and a few rounds of .280 and .243 ammunition. Then, we went for a walk around McQueen Slough to see what birds we could identify. A grand evening. Thought I'd share a few pictures from the afternoon and evening.
Keziah had never shot a firearm in her life. She was quite intimidated at the thought of shooting a rifle, but she could not pass up the opportunity to do this. I noticed tears in her eyes as she began to handle the twenty-two and asked her if she would rather pass. She was quite adamant that she wanted to shoot. Within a short while she was having a delightful time, and even more so as she realised that she could shoot the target! The rifle she was shooting is one given to the grandchildren by a close friend of mine. It lives in my safe, but it belongs to the grandchildren.
She was intimidated at the thought of loading a magazine by herself. She managed to get the hang of it pretty quickly, however. Here she is with her dad (my son-in-law) overseeing the task.
Sara couldn't wait to get to the range and reacquaint herself with her old friends. She is still a bit small, but manages to burn through ammunition pretty quickly. Moreover, despite some unorthodox adjustment to shouldering the rifle, she is a fine shot. She does exceptionally well with the little Cricket .22. Her target was a mass of hits. Pretty impressive.
Our son-in-law will shortly have his PAL and hunting licence, so I'm getting him prepared for the hunt. He was shooting one of my .280s in this picture. Not a bad shot, either. His fourteen inch plus LOP is going to require a new stock on about any rifle I provide him, but I think we can manage.
Despite a long-term battle with Lyme Disease and rather constant pain, my daughter wanted to shoot the .243 I bought for my youngest grandson. The stock has been cut for him (eleven inch LOP), so it was a tad uncomfortable for her. Despite that, she was deadly with her aim.
We retreated to the clubhouse at about nineteen hundred hours and started the grill for smokies and hot-dogs with pasta salad, fresh cantaloupe and lots of junk food. The girls hit the playground while the adults prepared the meal. Well worth the effort.
Keziah had never shot a firearm in her life. She was quite intimidated at the thought of shooting a rifle, but she could not pass up the opportunity to do this. I noticed tears in her eyes as she began to handle the twenty-two and asked her if she would rather pass. She was quite adamant that she wanted to shoot. Within a short while she was having a delightful time, and even more so as she realised that she could shoot the target! The rifle she was shooting is one given to the grandchildren by a close friend of mine. It lives in my safe, but it belongs to the grandchildren.
She was intimidated at the thought of loading a magazine by herself. She managed to get the hang of it pretty quickly, however. Here she is with her dad (my son-in-law) overseeing the task.
Sara couldn't wait to get to the range and reacquaint herself with her old friends. She is still a bit small, but manages to burn through ammunition pretty quickly. Moreover, despite some unorthodox adjustment to shouldering the rifle, she is a fine shot. She does exceptionally well with the little Cricket .22. Her target was a mass of hits. Pretty impressive.
Our son-in-law will shortly have his PAL and hunting licence, so I'm getting him prepared for the hunt. He was shooting one of my .280s in this picture. Not a bad shot, either. His fourteen inch plus LOP is going to require a new stock on about any rifle I provide him, but I think we can manage.
Despite a long-term battle with Lyme Disease and rather constant pain, my daughter wanted to shoot the .243 I bought for my youngest grandson. The stock has been cut for him (eleven inch LOP), so it was a tad uncomfortable for her. Despite that, she was deadly with her aim.
We retreated to the clubhouse at about nineteen hundred hours and started the grill for smokies and hot-dogs with pasta salad, fresh cantaloupe and lots of junk food. The girls hit the playground while the adults prepared the meal. Well worth the effort.
