Turkey Shoot
So, this past weekend Allison’s dad came up to spend the day with me. Me. Although a good mix of Anya and Allison were in there too.
First task of the day was to go to a local turkey shoot. I had never been to such a thing and thought it would be interesting to see what it was like. Essentially the point is to take a shotgun (second time to shoot one for me) and shoot at a small paper target around thirty yards away. Well, I think it was thirty yards away. Anyway, the point is that whichever shooter gets a pellet the closest to the center of the target wins. Normally you pay to take a shot and if you win you get a turkey. Apparently these are often done for charitable reasons as the local Elk Lodge where we shot was doing.
It was an interesting exercise but I have to say for someone who grew up target shooting it was a bit random to me. I’m used to hitting a target with one bullet at a time requiring precise aim depending on distance. With a shotgun you more or less point in the proper direction and spray a stationary target with pellets. Since you have absolutely no control over how the pellets strike the paper it is pure luck to get one to hit dead center. Some guys apparently use questionable methods to get more pellets on the center of the target but it still does not guarantee a win.
I have to say shooting clays was much more entertaining. That was the first time I had shot a shotgun, with the father-in-law to shoot some clays. You stand out in the woods, your partner pushes a button and suddenly the clay goes flying from a certain position. Then you shoot it before it hits the ground. Far more challenging with skill involved. You have to learn to lead with the proper offset depending on distance and speed of the target. Plus if you hit the thing it goes to pieces in a very satisfying way.
Now the next big thing is to go on a dove shoot and see if I can actually hit a flying bird in the wild. Once I get that down I can then properly provide meat for the family.
After the turkey shoot, I only shot twice, we went to a gun show in Birmingham. I myself had not been to one since I was a kid and that was with my dad. So going to one with my father-in-law was an interesting experience and brought back some memories. Oddly enough it was sort of the same thing that I remembered. A group of people gathering to look, buy, sell and trade items in their favorite hobby. A large room full of enough guns and ammunition to take over the state capitol with plenty of people fully capable of using all that hardware. And not once did I sense anything odd, unsafe or out of place. Well, the .50 caliber sniper rifles for sale was new since they weren’t around when I was a kid. But since I would not mind having one if someone felt the need to hand it over then I won’t complain about them being there.
I think I found the older rifles and handguns the most interesting. The M1 from WW2 is still a popular choice for collectors. I’ve actually fired one and can agree it’s a good rifle. It just seems to weigh too much to have to lug it around with you in the middle of a war. There were several displays of older rifles that I had a huge desire to take to a range to try them out. I’ve always preferred rifles over handguns I think it would be interesting to fire the ones that American soldiers used in previous wars. Plus it was fun to realize I could identify WW2 era weaponry for the Allies, Germans and Russians because of my extensive research in WW2 first person shooters. You always shoot the German with the MP40 first so you can use that. It is usually the best gun in the game and there is always plenty of ammo laying around for some odd reason.
But seeing these people and how they were with each other makes me wonder what the anti-gun people are seeing that I’m not. I did grow up around guns and don’t have much of a fear of them. I respect them but don’t get nervous when I see one. It just seems to me the anti-gun people just don’t get it. These were not the people that cause the problems that we hear about with guns. These people were backyard plinkers, cops, military, wives, husbands, kids and they, for the most part, just wanted to be left alone with the hobby they enjoyed. None of them were the strange people the anti-gun zealots are always trying to make them out to be.
Well, there was that one guy that had his forty-five pound rucksack ready to go for his run through the woods when the government came for his guns. But, come on, some people just need something to do for stress relief.
Needless to say, based on the t-shirts, stickers and flyers at the place I doubt Obama will have much luck getting a decent turnout for his cause in that group.
After that we met up with Allison and Anya who were in Birmingham for some baby stuff shopping and after a quick lunch we were on the way home. Quite an enjoyable day I must say and my ankle behaved itself quite nicely even with all the walking I did.
Sunday was the company picnic where we got to interact with some of the people in the other office for our company that we hardly see. Not much to say since it wasn’t a large event. Some food and playing around with frisbees/football with the kids were the major events. Chatting with the southern office people was good. But I think the Christmas party is a better event for the company. Anya had a blast playing with all the kids there. I don’t think she understood the rules involved with the game but she had fun just running around with them. Allison’s desert, which was some strange concoction of pretzels, cream cheese, cool whip, gelatin and frozen strawberries, was a hit and none was left to be had at the end of the picnic. I liked the taste of it but I’ve never been a big desert kind of guy, I only had a bite to try it.