connecting generations

The highlight of my weekend was a morning of skeet and trap shooting with my uncle, first cousin, and oldest son.  My cousin brought his boyhood .410 so my son could learn to shoot.  He also brought his Beretta over-and-under 12 gauge, which was a joy to shoot.

My uncle didn’t shoot much, except to prove to us young guys that there was nothing wrong with the .410 except operator error.  He went 2 for 2 at a longer distance than the rest of us struggled greatly from (even though my cousin’s a good shot).  So my uncle’s earlier claims of not being the shot that he once was turned out to be somewhat modest.  Thanks, Henry & George!  I feel a new hobby coming on…