Nope - that's not a high school band trombone you see. Guess again.
Yesterday we went down to the shooting range where Brant could fire his .12 gauge and .22 riffle (that have been collecting dust) to his heart's content.
Side note: you got me on what the difference with these guns are. Maybe guns to me can be compared with purses to men - no one can understand why you need more than just one!
First on the agenda- clay pigeons with the .12 gauge. Don't let this guy fool ya - he has a great eye!
I may have shot a clay pigeon or two myself (...okay, maybe one).