skeet! also, dishes
Oct. 16th, 2008 12:43 pmBeached out last weekend with immediate family, an ill niece, and my dad's brother and family. On the way back, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
uilos and I stopped at the Pfaltzgraff outlet for one last look for a set of dishes we can agree on. Good thing, too; ended up with a nice set on serious clearance. No more of my grandparents' pears that might be onions for us! The bowls are a little too deep to fit well in the dishwasher, and the mugs are bloody gigantic. Other than that, I'm quite pleased.
And then Tuesday we took off from work for a team-building exercise and shot clay pigeons. Surprisingly fun. It uses shot, so it's not as painfully precise as target shooting, plus you get to watch the clay disintegrate into a zillion pieces. Also, it uses moving targets. You can't just aim directly at the clay, you have to lead it a bit. (Unless it's flying directly towards/away from you and you fire at about the top of its arc, of course.)
We shot mostly doubles, two targets without reloading. In doubles, the first clay pops up. You know pretty much where it's coming from, but where it's going is anyone's guess. You have to quickly figure that part out, get the gun pointed in the right direction (accounting for velocity and arc) and fire. As soon as you fire, the second clay pops up, so you have to acquire it even faster (because you're out of position, because you were following the first one) and fire. Good times. They're fragile enough that even if you miss, they shatter on the ground, so there's a bit of a vindictive thrill there too.
And I dumped uncooked rice on the kitchen floor last night. Swept it up, but it's the kind of thing you can't actually sweep up entirely. I'll probably be finding grains of rice with my feet for the next month. At least it wasn't a tub of flour.
Tomorrow: Girlyman!
uilos and I stopped at the Pfaltzgraff outlet for one last look for a set of dishes we can agree on. Good thing, too; ended up with a nice set on serious clearance. No more of my grandparents' pears that might be onions for us! The bowls are a little too deep to fit well in the dishwasher, and the mugs are bloody gigantic. Other than that, I'm quite pleased.And then Tuesday we took off from work for a team-building exercise and shot clay pigeons. Surprisingly fun. It uses shot, so it's not as painfully precise as target shooting, plus you get to watch the clay disintegrate into a zillion pieces. Also, it uses moving targets. You can't just aim directly at the clay, you have to lead it a bit. (Unless it's flying directly towards/away from you and you fire at about the top of its arc, of course.)
We shot mostly doubles, two targets without reloading. In doubles, the first clay pops up. You know pretty much where it's coming from, but where it's going is anyone's guess. You have to quickly figure that part out, get the gun pointed in the right direction (accounting for velocity and arc) and fire. As soon as you fire, the second clay pops up, so you have to acquire it even faster (because you're out of position, because you were following the first one) and fire. Good times. They're fragile enough that even if you miss, they shatter on the ground, so there's a bit of a vindictive thrill there too.
And I dumped uncooked rice on the kitchen floor last night. Swept it up, but it's the kind of thing you can't actually sweep up entirely. I'll probably be finding grains of rice with my feet for the next month. At least it wasn't a tub of flour.
Tomorrow: Girlyman!