i don't know where that phrase came from...but that's what i love about my dad. you never know what's gonna happen...but you do know it will be fun! and fun we had tonight.
first stop...sly fox brewery. pasta. beer. catch up on life. and complain about how much cars cost to get fixed. and we're off.
second stop...french creek shooting range. only after stopping at the counter to look at a S&W 500...a pistol that takes bullets about the size of your thumb...and cost $4 per shot. the stylish gentleman behind the counter said he shot it once...and once was enough. told us a story of a guy who blew his thumb off shooting one...not by a bullet...but by the gases that are discharged out the back of the cylinder when fired. http://www.rx7club.com/showpost.php?p=7767070&postcount=54
anyway...then on to the shooting range where we let out some fantasies that had been built up by watching action movies for the past few years...it was very therapeutic.
we went in progression...
22mm target gun
22mm mini shooter
22mm western six-shooter
9mm S&W rapid fire target eater
my favorite moment of the night, besides my dad's facial expression right before the 9mm rapid fire round, was the snake-shot ammo we put in the six-shooter. as the mini pellets reached the target, a beautiful dusting of target shrapnel floated to the ground. a sight to behold.
every son should hear these words from their dad at least once in their lifetime..."son, let's go shoot the guns."
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