Shootout on the Clements Farm

Sunday, February 13, 2011

I have never shot a handgun before.  (Not that I can remember at least.)

Today, Jon wanted to bond with me.  His version of bonding is to shoot guns.

My options were a 22 caliber and a 9mm (If I wrote this wrong, forgive me, I am gun illiterate.  Sorry, Dad.)

I threw on Jacob's biker jacket to complete my shooting ensemble, and ran out to meet my love.

Everything went off without a hitch with the 22.  Then...the 9mm.  Whoops.

I was aiming for an overturned white bucket parked next to the chicken coop.  (Remember, no chickens live there.  No ANIMALS were harmed during this experiment.)

Here is what I hit:


Pointing to a second bullet hole.  It came from the grassy knoll, I swear!


Yup, both windows.  Yikes.

Not the leather!!!

Lesson learned:  Don't stash Cadillacs around the farm.

3 comments:

Joni February 13, 2011 at 6:45 PM  

Oy. I shot a gun once. It was a 9 mm. I cried. Like CRIED. Two years after that I saw 16 yo boy shot a hole through his hand with one.

I don't like guns anymore.

You go girl.

Lizzie February 13, 2011 at 8:01 PM  

I don't like them either. They scare the crap out of me!

Marianne February 14, 2011 at 9:46 AM  

Oh a shot gun. Not something I would like to master. But then again that would be highly illegal over here.
Glad no one got hurt though.
Happy Valentine's day to you.

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