Yes, that's me holding a gun. Or rather, a rifle, if I remember right. Or maybe it was a shotgun. Someone explained the difference to me at the time, but I can't remember it now.
We were clay pigeon shooting (or shooting skeet, as it's called here). I missed both times but it was the first time I'd ever fired a gun. We were celebrating Jessica's (and some friends') graduation from 8th grade with a Ranch Party hosted by our friends, the Meades.
That's a bit freaky too, isn't it. Fred loved the whole business. He hung around with three 9-10 year-old boys. and took a shot himself. He missed too. But then, he's only 3 1/2.
We spent the day swimming in the lake, visiting with other guests, and then drove to a hilltop for a campfire as the sun set. Lovely party.
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