One last shot…

September 16th, 2008 sarah Posted in Shooting | No Comments »

Paul and dad have been talking about this great adventure now for ages. It’s finally here, and they all left on Monday morning, bright and early. I’ve been bugging Paul about updating this blog for ages, because it’d be nice to know a bit about the route they’re taking, the things they’ve put together to take, etc. On top of that,  the whole hunting aspect of the trip has been changed slightly because of caribou migratory patterns. Now, wouldn’t people like to know about all that? I think yes, but there’s not much I can do.

But, I do take photos, and I do know how this blogging software runs, so I thought I’d at least update some of the stuff that I can. With photos. Classic photos of Paul and my dad. An odder couple, I’m not sure it exists. So, here’s some pics with some commentary. Love you both lots.

The day after we got home, Dad had Paul shoot his gun. Paul didn’t have to buy a gun for this hunting trip, because my dad apparently had a spare. It was important Paul shoot the gun before they left for a multitude of reasons. I’ll let Paul fill you in on those reasons. I just like how my dad looks like he’s imparting all of his wisdom on Paul. Really, he’s saying: “You do know how this works, don’t you?”

Here’s another classic shot of Paul aiming and getting ready to fire. Actually, because dad doesn’t have his fingers in his ears, and I’m taking a picture, this leads me to believe that this was after Paul actually shot the gun, and he’s looking through the scope to see if he actually hit the target.

Here’s where he sent my father up to the top of the hill to retrieve the used target. Isn’t that awful of him, taking advantage of an old man like that?

And here’s the last picture I have in this series. It’s a bit of an odd site, and definitely not one you see every day. Paul holding a gun. You can tell he’s just posing – he doesn’t have his ear muffs on!

He did pretty well with the target shooting. I only hope he does so well when facing down a caribou.