Exercising my right to bear arms
This is the 9mm handgun. I am not a fan, but I do like the look of double-0 Husband.
Matt nailed it, but I never did hit the moving target, a can filled with sand that we threw into the air. In the second picture, you can see how close I came — that speck to the left of the tin can? That’s my shot. This was a 12-gauge shotgun which was probably my favorite (in spite of the fact that its stock was built for a man a foot taller than me; if I look a little awkward holding it, that’s because I was).
This is the .22 rifle. We shot the hell out of a couple tin cans. Fun.
.243 rifle (I think) with a scope. I exploded a gallon jug of water and learned a healthy respect for the power these guns have.
The target before we got out the shotgun and sprayed it. The tape covers older bullet holes made with the .22 and the .243. We were pretty accurate.
What it looked like at the end. You can’t really tell unless you see the larger image, but the box is peppered with birdshot.