Bang, Boom, Pow!!! Camp Fristed goes Shooting

So for the past couple of months my asst. Coach Paul has been asking Heather and me if we wanted to go to his cabin in the Rocky Mts. and go shooting. During season I just could not get myself to go out there for a couple of evenings and hang out 'cause I cherish my home time.

So a couple of weeks ago we got to go with Paul over to his friend Shawn's who's family owns quite a few acres east of the "freeway," for lack of a better term, and go shoot!!!!

First we roll over to Paul's place, which when we first came to Loveland our realtor Heidi DeForge described these places as "California Style." Errrrrrrr...... ya' ... no.

We got to check out the 23yr old, CSU Engineering student's bachelor pad o'fun. You know.... pool table in the living room, 50+ gallon fish tank, dogs rolling around, piles of air soft guns, pizza boxes, cereal bowls and video games..... I MISS COLLEGE LIFE!!!

Paul needs us to head to Wal-Mart real quick.... well that meant 3 boxes of 100 shotgun shells and 3 boxes of clay trap disks :)

Drive across the "freeway" (from now on I will just refer to it as the 25....We meet Shawn for the first time and take the Jeep over to a little pond on their property and.......

Start SHOOTING!!!!

No, really Paul and Shawn took us through how to use their shotguns. Both Shawn and Paul had a different style shotgun, so we had to pay attention.

My first time up, I dry fired...... errrr.... forgot to pump the shells into firing position.... All those video games and you would think I would know better...duh.

Missed with my first few shots and started to chip at my last few. Heather on the other hand gets up there and within the first 5 shots has hit once or twice.

So everyone has gotten a run at shooting, when the guys are over throwing and ask Heather to give it a go.

Now those of you that have seen.... errr... chased after... or ??? Heather throw a frisbee, you will probably start to giggle.

They use this long piece of plastic to attach the UFO-shaped clays to and whip it forward, slinging it out in front of the shooters, kinda like the tennis ball throwers that some dog owners have.

I will just say this.... FUNNY!!!!

'Nuff said. Well, maybe.... DUCK!!!! or HEADS!!!! or What the F*ck its still in the thrower??!?!?!?!? Heather's laughing at this post as I type it. Heather types WAY faster, but I am way funnier, or funniest, or...whatever.

In the end I picked it up with the single pump bolt action shotgun that Shawn had, versus Paul's that head 4 +1 and just had to pump once. I hit my last 6-10 and was matching up with Paul and Shawn in speed to target... FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN!!!!

Heather keeps saying she only hit a couple, but the guys were impressed, because she actually hit at least 6+.....and was pretty consistent.

After policing the shells.... 200 plus and putting away the last box of clays... after knocking down 200 or so. We rolled over to a huge dirt pile and pulled out Grandpa Fristed's .357 Magnum short barrel and decided to let Mr.Mt. Dew bottle, Coke Can and Sparks Black Label Can how we really felt about them.

MORE FUN!!!! Not as much kick as we were expecting after playing with the long barrel .357 in the desert with Uncle Karl last Thanksgiving.

We spent 50 shells telling the dirt pile how we felt about it, and I managed to severely injure Mr. Mt Dew bottle, while we creased Coke can and Sparks can.

Check the pics...... Paul has the short hair cut and Shawn has on the hat. Next we will get a hound dog to roll around and yelp.