The Firing Squad
Come Thanksgiving, before there is the smell of turkey, there is the smell of gunpowder in the morning. This was our third year joing in the traditional Thanksgiving shoot. We could not have asked for better weather. Clay pidgeons were launched of a small cliff onto floating chunks of ice. We built a fire in the snow, drank hot cocoa, and unloaded a healthy amount of ammunition.
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