This week my son is in Sturgis. Now that we live in the same general area it is nice to get together and spend some time at the range. I taught him to shoot when he was 9 or 10 and the army finished the job in Iraq and Afghanistan. now that ammo is back on the shelves in many of our sporting goods stores I am stocking up and hitting the range more often. This week my Grandson is going to join me.
I remember shooting with my dad and uncle when I was young and to tell the truth it felt like a right of passage. My dad has passed but this will be three generations that will continue the tradition he started when I was a kid. I see it as age and practice against youth and better eyesight and a steady hand. In this case it will also be Smith & Wesson (me) against Glock (my grandson). I am looking forward to it.
I wondered what sport or activity to get my son involved in as he started to grow up. I figured why not get him involved in something we could both enjoy. I played football and hockey but my heart was in hunting and fishing. We have enjoyed many good times together as he grew up hunting fishing & target shooting. Turned out he was a natural at them. Those memories are what life is all about for me.
I agree with you and @Joe that it is a great tradition. Shooting, hunting and fishing is something that tends to stay with you and cement a bond between people. I am just overjoyed we live closer to each other after several years apart. I look forward to many more.
Yep spent many a day shooting trap with my dad as a kid. What I wouldn’t give to walk up to the line and call “pull” just one more time… OH the memories.
I will always remember during my teenage years several of my friends and I would go skeet shooting on the weekends and one weekend my dad said he would like to go with us. I was proud to take him along. All of my friends, myself included, shot either a 12 gauge(myself) or a 20 gauge. My dad on this day brought his 10 gauge along. We shot for most of the afternoon and my dad let all of my friends shoot his Richland Arms double barrel 10 gauge (I had already fired that kicking mule in the past). When the day was done and we were sacking up our gear one of my friends shook my dad’s hand and said “Sir, you are more man than anyone I have ever met after watching you fire that shoulder cannon for the better part of the day without even rubbing that shoulder”. Dad passed away back in May of this year and I inherited that 10 gauge. I wouldn’t take a million bucks for it.