Wednesday after work I met my father, my uncle, my brother, and my brother's youngest son at a new shooting range. My nephew had been pestering my uncle to let him shoot one of his automatic weapons so my uncle showed up with his M-16. I should note here that my uncle has long held a Federal Fire Arms License and he's licensed to own fully automatic weapons.
My brother brought his Glock .40 (which I gave him) and I brought my trusty Smith & Wesson .357. We were a well armed bunch.
It had been a while since I'd gone shooting but I still managed to keep all my patterns tight. My brother, who has always been a good shot, also was in good form. My uncle, a lifelong gun enthusiast, is also an excellent shot and so is my father. This was my nephew's first time firing a handgun or a rifle and as it turned out he also did very well. Makes me wonder if eye-hand coordination is a hereditary. Everybody in my crew can shoot.
In fact, that reminds me of two Christmases ago when the same nephew got a compound bow. He wanted me to go out in the back yard and watch him shoot it, so we went out to where they had a target set up. After he showed off a bit, he asked me if I'd like to try it. Now I probably hadn't shot a bow in twenty years, but I took the compound bow and placed my first arrow in the bull's-eye. My nephew was stunned to say the least.
Anyway I had a great time. I don't get to hang out with my dad and uncle much nowadays, but when I was a kid I spent all kinds of time with the two of them, riding dirt bikes, deer hunting, camping, and just all around adventuring. Felt like old times, and having my brother and his son there just made it better.