This afternoon Riley, my dad, and I drove a little ways up Farmington Canyon and took my dad's .22 and his Ruger 10/22. It was my first ever shooting experience. I'd better have some practice before I get my concealed permit, eh? It was snowing pretty big flakes, and it was freezing...but....
It wasn't as scary as I thought, but it was still pretty intimidating. I wasn't really raised in a house where anyone shot guns, whereas Riley has had them his whole life. Here's some pictures as proof...because I'm pretty sure there will be a few people that wouldn't believe I did it otherwise. You know who you are.
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