The birthday present is home at last. I haven't gotten to take it to the range yet. We are still having hot weather, and Dad is not fond of getting up early at this point in his life. I really want to take him along as he instigated this & ponied up half the cost.
The guys at my local shop put a hi vis front bead on it, gave me some choke options, and a couple boxes of shells.
He ain't pretty, but he's mine and I am anxious to start sporting clays, among other things. (I have enough of my puck biscuits saved up to practice for quite some time.) Any tips you care to share are welcomed, can't promise I will implement, but I am willing to listen and learn.
I realized this evening as I was outside whacking the brush into some rough semblance of a hedge, that all I had wished for was a shot gun for my birthday. I could have wished for a lot of other things; like a new dress, or new boots, or some great new lingerie. Those things never even crossed my mind, what is it with that, I like those things. I guess I thought the shot gun was more practical.
I realized this evening as I was outside whacking the brush into some rough semblance of a hedge, that all I had wished for was a shot gun for my birthday. I could have wished for a lot of other things; like a new dress, or new boots, or some great new lingerie. Those things never even crossed my mind, what is it with that, I like those things. I guess I thought the shot gun was more practical.
