The shooting range that is. Paul's parents are in town and his Dad brought us a gun. It's a pretty cool little 22 rifle. It comes in pieces that are stored in the base of the gun. Then you literally screw it together when you want to use it. It's a survival gun and is water proof and will float in water. I like that it's not pre assembled. Seems a bit more safe to be keeping it in the house. We'll definitely still be getting a lock box for it and storing it in an out of reach spot of course (with the bullets in a different location for sure. I'm not against guns, but I definitely want to be safe with them). We decided it would be a good idea to take it out to a range to practice with it. We found this place up in Saugus that is quite...primitive, but it worked. I really just felt like I was in the middle of nowhere in some barren field, than at a shooting range, but whatever. I have to admit it was fun. Maybe I'm weird, but I like shooting guns. Reminds me of when I was a kid and we'd take my Dad's guns out to the backyard and shoot them (we had a lot of property and no rear neighbors).
We were only there for about an hour, but we went through quite a few rounds. And the targets were steel, so you could hear when you hit it.
Safety first!
Just call me Annie Oakley.
Paul wasn't much into shooting guns when he was a kid. That was definitely his younger brother's forte, but he wasn't bad. Maybe some of his brother's navy seal"ness" rubbed off on him or something.
See. Quite primitive. I definitely wouldn't want to live on the other side of that hill. I don't think anyone does. This place might be in Saugus, but it took us a good 30-40 minutes to get there from our house.