So my eldest son shows up unannounced at my front doorstep this morning at 8:00 and says: Hey Dad let’s go to the range it’s beautiful outside. I say great let’s go.
So he says to me let’s take some of our WWII guns ok. So he grabs an Enfield, 1917 Eddystone and a 24/47 Mauser. I say what about handguns? So we pick a Colt 1911, a S&W Model 39 9mm and a S&W K22 Masterpiece vintage 1951.
Then it’s: Hey Dad it’s a good thing you reloaded some ammo for these guns. Nice work he says. I can’t wait to shoot your ammo! Wow!
Off we went to Kokomo. We had the range to ourselves as no other shooter came up despite the beautiful sun and temps. We shot a few hundred rounds all told. It’s was great having my son invite me to shoot our guns and my ammo.
Then we went to lunch, Dad pays, of course. Then we drove home.
As we drove home I couldn’t believe how lucky I am to have my millennial son “take me shooting.” I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m a happy man.
So he says to me let’s take some of our WWII guns ok. So he grabs an Enfield, 1917 Eddystone and a 24/47 Mauser. I say what about handguns? So we pick a Colt 1911, a S&W Model 39 9mm and a S&W K22 Masterpiece vintage 1951.
Then it’s: Hey Dad it’s a good thing you reloaded some ammo for these guns. Nice work he says. I can’t wait to shoot your ammo! Wow!
Off we went to Kokomo. We had the range to ourselves as no other shooter came up despite the beautiful sun and temps. We shot a few hundred rounds all told. It’s was great having my son invite me to shoot our guns and my ammo.
Then we went to lunch, Dad pays, of course. Then we drove home.
As we drove home I couldn’t believe how lucky I am to have my millennial son “take me shooting.” I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m a happy man.