Putting the Holes in Burn and Compost Barrels With Daddy
The Boy was in his glory. The Girl caught wind that The Boy was going to get to shoot a real gun with Daddy and wanted a shot at it herself. So, dearest Daddy went back inside and brought out Mommy's 22 and proceeded to hand one over to The Girl.
He set her up then bent down to show her how to line up the sights and then squeeze the trigger.
They worked on the safety and how to hold it so we don't have the gun aimed at anyone or anything that a bullet may bounce off.
Daddy then reloaded The Girl's gun and she hunkered down and squeezed of shots at a rapid succession.... Well, rapid for a six year old who has never shot. And, with almost every single shot that rang out, there was a resounding clang from the bullet hitting its mark.... my new burn barrel and compost barrel.
Since The Girl was using my gun and hitting the barrels the majority of the time, I have a sneaking suspicion that I won't be able to use faulty sights as an excuse for my complete inability to hit a target anymore. Shoot.
Both The Boy and The Girl did a fantastic job of making sure that air will be able to get to my compost and they kept Daddy busy reloading for a LONG time.