Our town has a make-shift firing range down by the town dump. Live Free or Die, baby!

My neighbor swung by and picked me up on his way down with his brother. We had an assortment of shotguns, .22s and a few cans of expired tomato sauce. Gooooood times.

I had never fired a shotgun before, and I think I had it settled in my shoulder properly but it’ll be a little sore tomorrow. Special Forces I am not.

Thanks Joel and Mike!