Road Trip - Day 22

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This morning Joerg was off to the airport to continue a business trip while the kids and I began our preparations for the journey back to Vermont.  But FIRST, there was time to drive out to the rifle range on the outskirts of town for a little shooting with Grandpa.
First shots were with a couple of .22 rifles.  The one my Dad is shooting was his dad's rifle.  He also has (but they didn't shoot) Patrick's great great grandfather's rifle.)
30-06 ammo versus .22 ammo - that's quite a difference in size, kick, and sound.
Grandpa making a shot with the .223 ranch rifle
After some coaching, Patrick lines up for a shot with the 30-06.
Patrick hit the target (first the larger then the smaller) with his first shots with the .22 at roughly 30 yards.
Aiming for the same target.  Now we'll never know who hit the bullseye. :)
It was a lovely day to blow some ammo, and they finished just in time to miss an in-coming storm.

Shortly after they arrived home, this is what came.
Time to call it a day.  Tomorrow we finish packing, load the trailer and the car, and head east.

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