What a shooty morning, I absolutely loved it.
Late last night Dad said, "You want to go shoot some clays tomorrow? Oh, I forgot your shoulder is a little sore from the driving range!"
"Dad, I golf left handed, but I shoot right. I'll get the gear ready."
A friend of ours went too, in fact we took his rig so his Lab could get a workout as well. He trained his dog, Lassen, and I have never seen a better trained gun dog.
Dad brought along his old model 37 Ithaca 12 ga. for me to use. He bought that shotgun new in 1950 for $76.00. I really like that gun: it's light, it's solid, and it's easy to operate.
Not having been in a position to do much shooting in recent years, it was interesting to see how much knowledge was retained... or not.
Weather in the short grass hills was clear with a brisk North wind. So, we had a tough cross wind to contend with on the trap range. Won't say who busted the most clays, because well... the guys were having an off day.
Would've loved to have stayed out there longer, but we could see that Dad was getting cold, and I needed to be back before mom's caregiver left.
I honestly don't give a darn that I will never get a diamond from my mother, but I'm sure as shoot'n putting my name in for that sweet ol 12 gauge.