Turkey Shoot!

Turkey Shoots are kind-of funny. My dad, sister and I have been to several shoots throughout the years. It was a hit and miss tradition, no pun intended. This year, my dad thought it was time to take the older grandkids. It would be their first experience shooting a riffle and shotgun. Noah was very excited! Unfortunately, Sam became too sick to go.

As I recalled my first shoot, memories of turkeys running the wilderness quickly came to my head. It only makes logical sense that one would shoot a turkey, given the name of the event. Arriving to targets was quite the disappointment that first year. Like many people before him. Noah was also anticipating actual turkeys. Funny, thinking on it now, I probably would have a hard time making a turkey kill. I wonder why I was disappointed! Targets are a lot easier to clean up and I am fine picking up my Turkey at the grocery store. I guess as a kid, you don't think it all the way through.

Noah, my sister, dad and I journeyed the couple of miles to the event. Noah was a bit nervous, but was very excited to shoot after getting safety tips and help from grandpa. He did pretty well with the riffle! I wouldn't call him a sharp shooter, but he did graze the target (not bad for my city boy). The shotgun was a little interesting. He let the gun slip off his shoulder a bit, so he had a little bruise on his arm. I think the bark is a little harder than the bite while shooting shotgun. I think people tend to get nervous and that causes most of the kick. Anyways, he'll do better next time.