A day with Number 1 son

Number One Son and I spent a few hours last Sunday at Camp Stranded. We walked the area and discussed my plans for spring planting, pointed out trees that I cut and need to cut this fall, and spent some time plinking.

The cans didn't stand a chance:

To change things up a bit, I shot at the weeds and small willow saplings that was in the field of my limited range. I was doing okay with the old 10/22 that I bought at a DNR auction years ago. The old Ruger Automatic Pistol needed a few rounds through it and the CZ 82 is my carry gun and I sure could use the practice.

I would not have traded those couple of hours it took for us to shoot a brick of 22 and a box of 9mm MAK for anything else. However, I would trade a day's pay for another afternoon like that.

After a cold snap starting today, next weekend looks to be in the upper 50's. Maybe it's Number Two Son's turn for some range time...