A couple weeks ago Grandpa Mike invited us to go out shooting in the west desert. It seems like we haven’t been able to go the last few times, but mainly because our invites have been something like this:
I’m going shooting. I’m already in Lehi. Love to have you come along. Can you join me 20 minutes ago?
So, when we got more than an hour’s notice this time, Drew, Jacob and I tried to get everything together and meet him out along the road to Faust (aka the middle of nowhere). By the time we got out there and met up with Grandpa and his friend, they had already destroyed more than a few soda cans.
Jacob got coached up by Grandpa using a .22, a .223 and also a 9MM.
Even Drew got to shoot a couple cool pellet guns, but I was too busy assisting to take photos. We had a great time. I’m glad my kids have a healthy respect for firearms, and are able to receive expert training from Grandpa.
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