Dad used to take us shooting all the time. We would drive out into the desert and shoot targets, cans, milk jugs, and so on. It's one of my many fond memories of growing up. I think the last time I went shooting was when we took Marilyn for her first shooting experience. Frankly, I think I'm way overdue for another excursion. Guess it's time to call Dad and make plans.

Well, after I get a job, ideally.

In any case, I found something that should make the old target shooting even better, courtesy of Black Man With A Gun.