Over the weekend I had to take one of my cats to be re-homed as a barn cat. We've had her more than 5 years and she has refused to be litter box trained in that time, no matter what we have tried. My buddy and I chatted for an hour or so, and then hung out around the backside of his barn just shooting 22s into his berm with a little metal 22 target.
First time I've ever been shooting that wasn't at a range, trap, or hunting. Just the freedom. Intoxicating. Felt like how people are supposed to exist.
It certainly enhanced for me that I need a big place of my own someday that I can setup my own range. Mild to wild, whatever.
First time I've ever been shooting that wasn't at a range, trap, or hunting. Just the freedom. Intoxicating. Felt like how people are supposed to exist.
It certainly enhanced for me that I need a big place of my own someday that I can setup my own range. Mild to wild, whatever.