Firing Squad

When my daughter gets married, I don't think I will ever put myself in a position where my son-in-law is holding a 12-gauge shotgun in my presence. But apparently my father-in-law was more trusting than I when a group of us went skeet shooting over the holiday. (I don't want to suggest they were nervous with me holding the gun but for some reason they kept calling me Dick Cheney.)



My father-in-law, Pete (but more affectionately known as "Grandpa" to the kids) took us to his boss' 50 acres where we braved the winter chill and littered the field with clay pigeons (no real pigeons were harmed during the writing of this blog entry). Now, one would think that if you sprayed 12-gauge shot into the air at 900 mph, then it would be very difficult to miss anything that was in front of you; moving or not. But I probably hit the target only about 40% of the time Almost everyone did better than I did, including Pete (who even owns his own guns).

Now I'm wondering if I should have been nervous that he might have turned the gun on ME for marrying his daughter!

It's a good thing we brought a large group with us. Or as I like to call them...witnesses.