Shooting

Yesterday I went and visited my good friend Andre. Of course, I am still trying to convince him to move back to Greenville. He even received a letter from BJU. It appears that they did not know he was not coming back. I say it is a sign that God wants him back down there.

Now, Andre's family owns half of a mountain. They have a big log cabin that they are trying to sell. (If anyone's interested let me know and I'll pass it on to them.)

While visiting him we had to do some shooting. I brought over my muzzleloader, .22, .38, and couple of bows. He brough out his AR15, shotgun, and .9mm. First time I'd ever done any skeet shooting. I was finally getting the hang of it about the time my arm was ready to fall off. Also, while we were shooting off our bows, the deer came out to laugh. I guess it was something about us not hitting the target...