Clay Pigeon Shooting
I went clay pigeon shooting. Hot dang, it was fun! We took my mum as a birthday present. I never imagined I'd see her firing a shotgun into the sky at 72 years old, smashing things to smithereens and loving it, but there you go!
I loved it too. The gun goes POW and the thing goes SMASH! And then another thing comes and you go POW and the thing goes SMASH!
It's raw power and precision, baby.
Unless you miss. The pow on its own is no good. You need the the smash after the pow.
Watch the clay pigeon as it's fired into the sky, follow it with the gun, wait until it slows at the peak of its arc, then POW SMASH!
If you get good you feel like a magician.
I wanna smash more. I wanna pow more things to bits.
But not alive things. Just to be clear.
My 12-year-old niece was worryingly good at Pow-Smash. I hope she channels that destructive precision wisely.
After we did some rounds of single clay pigeons, we tried some doubles where the nice man let off two clay pigeons at once, from different directions. Watch follow wait POW SMASH follow-wait POW SMASH!
GNNN YEAH! I'M A FREAKIN' DEADEYE MAGIC-POWER SMASH-MAN. PUT MORE THINGS IN THE AIR FOR POW SMASH, NOW!
What I'm trying to say is, I like the Pow Smash.
I want more Pow Smash. But I'm not going to because where will it end? Bazookas and statues with jet packs?
Holy crud, yes.