But, this past Sunday I engaged in the gentlemanly pursuit of killing a little orange piece of recycled asphalt with an expensive shotguns.
A couple of my buddies from when I wore the Boy Scout khaki went. Fun was had. Money was turned into noise. Some clays were hit. Most were not.
|Working on my pitcher taking|
Mick isn't a shooter. But the whole ride home he talked about what gun he should buy. This is how we win the culture war. We make shooting fun. We make it a social outing. We stay away from fear.
|He didn't even bitch about cleaning|
Busting clays in like upscale redneck golf. But it is a most pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon.