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Home on the Range

Home on the Range

October 27th, 2010

Last Sunday we indulged in some rather Texan pastimes: shooting, drinking and football. It was my first time firing a gun and I must say, the experience was pretty darn fun (with proper respect for your weapon of course). While I’m not likely to become a gun-toting member of the NRA anytime soon, I do think that knowing your way around a firearm is an important life skill. After all, you never know when the zombie apocalypse might come.

measuring the range

If there’s one thing a 120 acre ranch has it’s ample shooting space. Father dearest informed me that the average .22 bullet will travel about a mile, so even in the wide open spaces of Texas it’s a good idea to shoot towards a hill least you hit any stray neighbors.


Our humble range was measured out with 25 and 50 yard intervals, and a simple paper target fixed to a less than fortunate tree (don’t fret, it is destined to be cleared anyway to make way for the next vineyard). Before we so much as touched anything, Dad gave us a quick lesson in gun safety for the three different weapons we would be using: a .22 Ruger Single Six Revolver, Grandma Hendrix’s .22 Bolt Action Rifle that Dad and I had brought back from Arkansas, and a .223 Break Action Rifle.

had it coming

Growing up in a hunting family, Jacob was the more experienced shooter though he always had too kind a heart to actually kill anything. We warmed up with the pistol which made me feel very wild west. The tree had it coming.

daddy's lesson

daddy's lesson 2

daddy's lesson 3

It took me awhile to feel comfortable leaning forward into the rifle, but once I got used to the hold, Grandma’s .22 felt right at home in my arms…


…so much so that I got the first and only bullseye of the day with it! Not too shabby if I do say so myself.

my bullseye


For not much more caliber the .223 was a lot more gun, delivering just a bit of a bump but a considerable amount of noise. The earplugs came out and the shooting went on.

i love the smell of gunpowder in the morning

Dad loves the smell of gunpowder in the morning.

break action loading

second rifle

In closing, guns are not toys chicklets. Like most things, they should be enjoyed responsibly and in moderation. And always with the parental supervision. Indeed.

All photos of me were taken by Jacob.

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