We celebrated Dave's birthday over the weekend by shooting skeet down in the pasture. His birthday is actually today, but we took advantage of everyone being off over the weekend.
Just one of us from Saturday. I watched from the Rhino in the shade and keep score for the skeet shooting game.
Mom was the thrower. I don't think that's a word, but that's what she did. She got a nice work-out for her arms.
Father and Son, can't you tell... just look at their stance.
Chance waiting for a skeet to fly to the air.
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