We went to the last range in the line and set up our target about 100 feet down range. I quickly discovered that the sights on my rifle were off so I spent a few minutes zeroing that in and then handed it off to my daughter.
She did this:
She's still a little rocky with the pistol but she consistently puts at least 5 out of 8 rounds into the target from 50 feet or so. She may not be grouping them on the bullseye but those targets are about as big as a man's chest. That means if she had to, she could hit an assailant in the chest 5 or 6 times.
Ain't nobody gets up off the floor after that...
I am, as always, the proud dad.
The Rays kicked the shit out of the Red Sox last night and are now only half a game behind tham in the ALEast.
It's going to be a tough second half of the season simply because the Yankees made themselves a lot better, the Blue Jays made themselves a little better and the Red Sox traded for a guy on the DL...
Man, I hope Bloom knows what he's doing. I also hope Sale makes his return soon and he is in top form.
I would love to see a rotation that has Sale, Eovaldi, Rodriguez, Perez and Houck in it. That would a pretty great rotation.
Time to watch some baseball.
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- Well, guess I'm never moving to California.
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