Shoulder. . . Hurting. . .

As long as I don’t move the right arm, I’m okay. Skeet shooting. Our second round, we started shooting with this older gentleman. I’m the kind that takes to instruction well. I’ve never shot before. He tells me one thing–and bang. Both birds are dust. I’m amazed. He spoke in nothing more than a loud whisper, and was extremely patient with us. Very nice day, overall.

Spent the rest of the day with the guys as well. Definitely a very testosterone filled day so far. Shooting things. Eating meat. Playing videogames beating the virtual snot out of each other.

Yep. And there’s still one more day to go in the holiday.