Saturday was our annual Gun Shoot. It starts on Friday nights with us (and us I mean Jason, Keith, Patti, and eventually Tommy) get the deer kabobs ready:
Yeah, Jason's on the phone...always on the phone...
Saturday about noon they started showing up. Truck after truck coming down the road. By 12:30 this was the view from my driveway (our property goes to the power line seen at the end of the line)
And the line shooting clay birds. Not sure exactly how she does but Patti runs the show. Only 3 people actually shoot (I think, or 4) at one clay bird. 1st guy yells pull, if he missed, #2 shoots, and so on. There weren't as many shooters this year (42 on the line at one time last year) but the guys liked it this way better. They got to play more.
And this pic is just half the guys - I found one wondering around with this:
This is Richie. He's another brother who's not really my brother but he could be. Both families do have ties to Arkansas - he could be my 15th cousin 4 times removed on my Uncle's side. It could happen.
Richie pays more attention to the grill than the clay birds. He mostly donates to the fund rather than fattening his pockets. In this picture he's on his way to walk along the guys shooting with a fresh kabob munching away with a big grin on his face and shortly after a group would put down their guns and head to the grill. Jason no longer had the kabobs off the grill and in the pan and that pan was emptied and guys standing around waiting for the next round. (and girls too)
After this picture was taken, Richie walked up to one guy, lost his cabob to him, and walked back to the grill for another. Poor Richie....I watched it all happen but my brain was too cold to register to pick the camera up and document.
At 4pm, I left to head to Six Flags for the rehire party. While I was sitting and enjoying visiting with some my favorite co-workers...Al, Martha, Charlie, Anne, and Mary V...and running into a couple cutie patootie officers.....a lot was going on at my house.
I get back 90 minutes later and my husband tells me the fire department visiting our home is now an annual event. Hmmmmm.
Someone called the fire dept., told them they heard an explosion, and saw a fire. This year they found our house right away, last year they drove around for an hour. (nice to know the dept can find us now) Just one truck came this time (a field jeep, last year they brought out 7). The firefighter asked my husband, a blasting technician, if the bonfire was started with an explosive. Jason told the guy no. At this moment someone shot a few rounds in the field and the firefighter said to Jason 'I guess that's what they heard huh?' Jason said 'I guess so'. And the firefighter left - after giving Richie the 'flashies'.
I'll let you decide the answer to that original question...
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