Old man and me. Sun, fun, steaks.
Zane and I spent the day with a couple of guns.
Close range targets.
Boom! Who’s in first?
Alright. I was falling behind.
Adding up the final points for both long and short.
Zane’s scope has had some major issues.
Shotguns and clay.
Zane was smoking.
Collection from the hillside.
“Tag… You’re it!”