On Sunday Brad (Jeremy's coworker) took us to his parent's compound to to shoot clay pigeons. Kansas folk are huge fans of their guns, and the guys were universally appalled that we did not
1. Have our own guns
and
2. That Cathy had never shot a gun.
We did bring our own bullets, which Cathy and Jeremy went to buy at Wal-Mart. It was pretty funny! Apparently, there are different types of bullets, and anybody who does not know all the types is either a woman or has The Gay. I get a pass because they did not want me to hurt my pretty little head, but I'm sure they were waiting for Jeremy to head off to the accessories department to buy himself a new pink feathered purse to go with his boa and heels.
Here Kirk and Jeremy are in action:
Kirk with one of the smaller guns. He shot a rifle as well, but the picture did not come out well.
Jeremy and Eddie, shooting Clay Pigeons.
Cathy did shoot both the small gun and the rifle, but there are no pictures of it. Jeremy was holding a loaded gun at the time she shot, and Kirk was in charge of one of the younger children wandering around the compound, so nobody had a free hand to take a picture. Cathy did hit a clay pigeon! Since she was not aiming at anything in particular besides "over the cornfield" she was as surprised as everybody else!
They also had goats. This was a particularly friendly one!
It was fun, but we're glad to cross it off the been there, done that list.
