Shotgun Morning

I am an Eagle Scout. You would think as an Eagle scout that I would be able to survive in the wilderness for months with a shotgun, a roll of string, and the clothes on my back. This unfortunately is not the case. I am likely one of the least prepared Eagle Scouts that you will meet. This is because I did scouts out of obligation and not out of my own desire. I had some good times and some bad. Overall, of course, now that it is in the past I am glad I did it. That doesn't change the fact that I am ill prepared to take care of myself or my family in dire wilderness circumstances.

The whole point behind this entry is to confess that I have never used a shot gun or even gone fishing. The shooting part I took care of this morning. I woke up nice and early, sneaked into the closed state park in Santiago Canyon, drove up to the upper half of the mountain, parked and shot. I say "I" but it was really Ryan who got me to do all those things. Ryan Nicholls a good friend and a person a lot different from myself.

To summarize my shooting experience:

• My shoulder and middle finger hurt
• I hit some targets and, I believe, I hit the orange saucer Ryan flung one time
• I like watching the shells pop out of the gun when I unload
• I enjoyed it. Did not love it but enjoyed it. I did it and that is what is most important. I tried it.