Ck challenged me to prove that there is a Family Shootin’ Range opening up a mile from my house. I wrote about it last week, remember? Click here for my Happiness Is A Warm Gun post if you need your memory jogged.
Yup, got the proof riiiight cheer….
It’s guaranteed to be a bang up time. Yer darn tootin’!
(The scary thing is? I have a 7-year-old son that keeps asking if we can go once it opens. “But it says family, Mom!”)
You’ll think I’m beyond bonkers but I actually think that if more people learned how to use a gun it might not be such a bad thing. (Yes it’s another one of AC’s off-the-wall admissions).
I was invited to a shooting range a few years back and it was really scary holding those guns and feeling the kick back when I fired them made me well aware of just how *much* damage they could do to a human being.
Oh wow, this is rediculous! How is shooting “family time”?
The sign alone is greatly amusing.
Ridonkulousness! 😉
Maybe it’s not what we think. Maybe it’s…maybe they have…nope. I have nothing that would make that okay.
The first outing my parents Ever took me on was to a shooting range. Did you know that you can fit those shooting range ear muffs on a baby’s head?
Sigh. Deeeeep sigh.
Remind me to never challenge you again. (Though I’m so glad you posted this!)
Christ on a cracker. That is just….wow.
Yessirreebob, nothing says lovin’ like a good family shootout. Indoors! That’s class!
I think the NC political candidate whose fundraisers were Machine Gun Socials to let folks fire M-16’s and MP-5’s for $25 a magazine trumps your family shooting range though.
But wait. . . you do have that weird museum in Georgia. (sigh) So hard to decide. . . !
Only in Georgia, huh?
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Only in Georgia, huh?
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Holy cow!! Nutso!!
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The Mrs. would be concerned about the sign, but I am more with AC on this one. Our oldest talked his grandpa (my wife’s dad) into getting a pellet gun, and then gramps told his daughter after they had been shooting for most of the day.
That did not really go over so well. Funny stuff.