I just got back from “The Farm” in north Florida, our 10-acre weed patch with the world’s most poorly built mobile home on it. My sons and I play with guns up there. We play shotgun games like trap and skeet. We shoot clay targets on the backyard range. Blasting a clay Frisbee out of the sky with a shotgun is just the kind of noisy, reckless fun that old fat guys and eleven year olds can both appreciate. More importantly, my boys are learning a valuable skill and invaluable lessons about gun safety and grown-up responsibility.
The Big Lie
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The Big Lie
I just got back from “The Farm” in north Florida, our 10-acre weed patch with the world’s most poorly built mobile home on it. My sons and I play with guns up there. We play shotgun games like trap and skeet. We shoot clay targets on the backyard range. Blasting a clay Frisbee out of the sky with a shotgun is just the kind of noisy, reckless fun that old fat guys and eleven year olds can both appreciate. More importantly, my boys are learning a valuable skill and invaluable lessons about gun safety and grown-up responsibility.