Having grown up in a metropolitan area (read, anywhere in San Diego County) my kids have missed out on a lot of the down to earth activities. As a child of eight, my grandmother taught the proper technique for slaughtering two chickens simultaneous with a pocket knife, my mother taught me how to slaughter a pig, and as a member of the rifle team, my junior high taught me the correct way to handle and shoot a firearm.
In the sanitized, politically correct world in which we live my kids have missed out on these and many other life experiences. Experiences that I am sure have molded me into the twisted freak that I am today.
During day two of our stay in Willard, MO Matt & Paula finally got to experience the handling and shooting of a firearm, specifically a Ruger .22 caliber rifle. Matt first had to be assured that the weapon was empty before he would approach it, but once given a very thorough explanation of the weapon, its parts, and use my boy stood there like champ and took his first shot at a target. We may go out again today, and this time try to hit the target, but for now, another rite of passage has been checked off the list.
Now I just need to find a couple of chickens, and a pig!
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