It wouldn’t be a ranch trip without a solid afternoon at the shooting range. What a glorious blue sky day it was, windy enough to make it challenging keeping a hat on and too windy to use paper targets. We happily used old soda cans from previous trips that were never drunk and too old to drink now. Peter got to try shooting several different guns, including the .22 rifle, 30-06, and Paul’s Sig. There was much rejoicing over the demolished cans. Laurent, of course, wiped the floor with everybody else. She’s definitely the superior markswoman of the tribe.
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