Good friend and fellow motorhome owner Rich Roberts took me to his gun club this afternoon for a little skeet shooting.
Actually, a lot of shooting. Two boxes of 12 gauge target loads to be exact. That’s 50 shells. Rich broke about 40 targets today, me, maybe 10. It’s harder than it looks.
Based on my apparent lack of eye/hand coordination, I wonder if I should be in control of a 50,000 lb vehicle hurtling down the interstate at 65 mph.