This weekend, it was dry and warming. I took the time to, well, teach the kids to shoot stuff.

I think my wife is aghast. “You didn’t consider… asking me first whether I thought this was a good idea?” Think of the message I’m sending!

The messages I was trying to send at the time: watch where you point the gun, lie still, legs apart, butt-to-shoulder (a hard reach with short arms), line up the sights, breathe out, pull steady. I know, it’s uncle Mike’s old BB gun, but hey - if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right.

Moral questions weren’t really at the forefront of my mind; of course they need to learn to shoot properly...right? Are we not Americans? Be we nae Scots? Ok, I’m not, but she is - well, half anyway.

The first 5 shots were misses. The barrel isn’t straight, and the shots are floating to the right; I tell her to aim for the upper left corner of the cans. Finally, she hits the can! When she’s motivated, she listens so well to instruction, it’s scary. I burst with pride, and she knows it. 

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